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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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The Bet

"Papa! Atelia is hungry!" The young thing exclaimed mournfully, her foxy ears drooping downwards. 

Altair rustled her small head, lifting his eyes towards the bandits to the gnarled-faced man who had spoken words to his daughter. He pointed to him, commanding, "Cut off his arms and legs and leave him for the crows. The rest can just die." 

Therion and Alyssa bounded forward like a pack of wolves. Men screamed, thrown into chaos, as blood stained the earth. They fell like moths to the flames, begging and screaming for it to end. Some screamed for their mothers; others threw their fellow brothers into the crossfire in the hopes they could flee. It was all futile. 

If Alyssa was power, Therion was speed. He wielded a Vale Spear that tore through swords and daggers alike like hot butter. By the time anyone could blink, he was behind them, skewing their bodies without the slightest deviation or thought.