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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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Identity I

Stilgar Grimm was perhaps the last thing Azura wanted to see within her Rotten Lands. Not after his humiliating defeat by the Hands of Iliana, though that wasn't a proper appraisal of his power. If her intel was correct, Iliana was perhaps the strongest Abyssal General the Abyssal Empress, Lilith Snow, had under her belt. That was to say, nothing of the Twelve other Generals that aren't too far apart from the other. 

Azura had seen her from a distance a few times and had decided not to intervene in her business. Her instincts decreed it. Had she approached, Azura had no doubt that the two would engage in a battle to the death. A very dangerous woman.