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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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Lilith and Syris III

Amidst the clash of Altair and Varis, hurling blows powerful enough to topple mountains raged across dawn and twilight as their weapons thundered across the heavens. 

Varis was like a fiend, his face twisted into something that couldn't resemble man but a monster from the deepest pit of hell. The battle should have ended twelve hours ago amidst their first clash, or so he believed, as his spear crossed against the flying Vale Sword. He couldn't believe such power could exist in a sword made out of raw energy. More than that, he couldn't believe it came from someone who was only a third circle. 

'No! He should be nearly out of Mana!' Varis thought, craning his head as Altair blitzed his flank. His spear moved to intercept the sword, lancing towards his throat. He grimaced, embers flaring across his pupils, striking across flesh like the lashing of rain against the earth.