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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 Hunt V

To the far west of Ravine Fort, El'von bore a tight frown at the two Sword Maids barring his path. He could count on one hand the number of people who'd dared to cross the path of a squad of Trow. And the two before him was not one of them. 

"Nia was right," Talia said, savoring her lips. "They were here." 

Vaiga grimaced and slid Shadowclaw from its scabbard. The blade appeared to dim the sun, shrouded by the aura of the Hells. "Shut up and draw your sword," she said sharply.

Talia took no offense to her words, gliding Endymion out of its cage. She grinned savagely. 

It had been a while since she had gotten the chance to bathe herself red, and she would not miss such an opportunity, Talia decided.