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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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Festival of Chaos: Astral Prism

The streets had been lined with so many bodies that they stood like mounds awaiting the pyres to help cleanse the land. The smell had been harsh, and the noise, the screams deafening. Each second, each kill of a single shadow filled the Prince's mind, chiming without end. The numbers were endless. 

The bodies of many had been carved apart, their heads bashed until their eyes popped form out of their sockets, tongues gorged out by a cruel demon shadow or Imps. Many died in pain, their windpipes inflamed by the hoarse wails, the begging, and the praying. 

'It had to be done,' Altair thought, unsure what manner of God those within Vesim prayed to. Were they Heralds of Astarorth, Worshipers of the Sepith? He didn't know, nor did he wish to find out. Children were impressionable, expressly those who knew nothing of the terrors of war. Many of them sought peace, just like their parents.