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Shadow of the Abyss

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells? *** "So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—" "F-Father…" " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four. "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. "Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— " "STOP!!!!!"

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Four Months II

Altair was rather disturbed by Syris's strange outburst. It hadn't been the first time she'd ever lost against him in such a manner, especially when it came to the test of one's sword. He'd bestered her before. Her true skill never laid in her skill but rather her ability to fuse to bend reality into what she wanted. 

To see her shedding tears over such a matter left him slightly regretful and confused. He'd wanted to apologize, but had there been anything to apologize over? 

'The stronger ate the weak,' he thought, justifying the victory as he lifted her teary chin with a finger to look her in the eyes. 

"Mine."