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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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Veil Hunter II

Silently observing her master lightly sparring with the Second Young Master, Tasha's fingers gently brushed against the spot where Altair had taken blood. The wound had long vanished, yet the sensation was still lingering. Remembering her lilting moans that were sure to have resounded down the halls, a heat ignited in her loins. She smiled, a little jealous of her Reina and Syris for claiming him first.

Ever since Gremory had given the order that she was to be Altair's personal Lilm until he disposed of her, she had always envisioned the day she'd become his plaything, yet against all happenchance, he had managed to delay… pushing her along, with excuses or something else. And yet, only now did he seem to have the desire to claim her as his own.