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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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Transcendent Comprehension

A month. So many things had dropped by his table in such a short time that Altair felt less of a human but more of a palatine through and through. 

He had taken over the Dutchy with permission of the Dutchess, albeit all documents had to go through her still; she wasn't much of an obstacle but a pair of eyes he deemed acceptable, foreseeing issues or the men's of hearts he could not read. A useful tool. 

The Duchess had a head on her, Altair had decided. She wasn't a simple woman, though a bit too cowed in his opinion. As much as she tried to hide it, fear curdled in her eyes. Even the plebians might have noticed if they dared raise their heads in passing.