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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 II

On the third day after his arrival on Vastroph, a slighted air dwarfed in a thick, oppressive aura that made one feel as if they were moving through water shrouded the manor. There was nothing to say about their arrival outside the Nier Manner. Their Aura had simply been too great a power, peeling the oak from off the main body until it splintered and shattered. The Wardings be damned. 

In his antechamber, Altair said nothing, though a notable half smile crossed his lips as he peered through the eyes of a forsaken at an unfamiliar and familiar face alongside Athena and the one he presumed was Poseidon emanating that dreadful Aura.