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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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Festival of Chaos: Astral Sea

On the way towards the Palace Walls, Altair was finally allowed time to think of what had happened to him with Astaroth. 

'Creator of Time,' he'd said some minutes ago.

Somehow, reminded of the recording of the Duke Leto had left for Reina as he said, "...meaning… at times, he is omniscient. Bullshit, right?"

A/N: Chapter 115

Altair frowned, recalling a few months ago how he'd somehow tapped into the power of the Realm of Spirits, but when he had awakened on the beach, all that knowledge he'd gained had vanished like a fleeting dream, or at least he was led to believe it was gone. 

'Perhaps,' he thought, 'perhaps it's within my sea of consciousness.' somehow being pulled within the deepest regions of thought, his breath turned shallow as he receded into himself, past the awareness of thought to the mist of causation twisting into a sea of instincts and function.