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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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Meeting I

The thrum of the Weave, or so Zariel had called it, had been a hint Altair had decided long ago. A phrase that he had overlooked amidst his battle for supremacy against the Vale King. Peering through his eyes, listening to words spoken by his persona, had given him a lot of time to think. To recount past actions and learn from them.

The Weave he had learned was reality itself, woven into creation by the Almighty, containing everything to be and everything that was. And Zariel could not just see it but control it, nearly granting him nigh omnipotence.

Altair wasn't as arrogant as to believe he would obtain such a power. No. He was quite content with wielding omniscience. The only issue was how to wield it to his advantage. The idea had been rattling in his mind for quite some time, but he found it difficult to imagine creating a mental picture of what he was supposed to do.