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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 Rotten Vale IV

Thanatos had always been a mystery to the prince. Zarieus was whimsical, doing what he pleases. But Thanatos… he was poised. He was a man who carried duty on his shoulders. He was always so grim. Only showing expression on occasion.

Altair wondered as he saw Thanatos take his leave if that was a trait of all Gods of Old. 

Duty, the word itself, portrayed Thanatos so well that it seemed to embody the man.

His gaze broke when the shadow of his bannerman vanished.

"I wonder what could make him truly smile." 

Reina gave a toothy grin. "A woman, of course. Find the right one, and I'm sure that mask of his might break."

Altair wondered. There was truth in her words. More so than he liked to admit as he realized how dependent he was on her to keep his sanity. 

"I'm going to go visit Lyain. She a bit injured," Syris was quick to say, hurrying out of the throne room, her chest still reeling from the mark of the incubus.