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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!!!!!"

Lord_Damocles · Fantasi
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"Does it trouble you?" Raven asked in a flat voice, resting on her side beside her Master. Nothing seemed to bother her; he was noticing. "I don't really understand. Is it wrong for you to bed… this traitor? She made the bet. She signed the contract. She has even read the contract. Twice. I don't understand why you are brooding." 

He had told her everything. From the time he had awoken in House Nier to his battle against Soul Exhaustion to now as they lay side by side. Raven never interrupted, waiting for the story to end. 

"It's morally wrong…" 

Raven blinked. And he could almost glimpse scorn before it pulled away. "Wrong? Master, she made the bet and lost! Who the hell bets their body? Better yet, who the hell makes a bet with someone who screw them over once? She's a bloody idiot. And as far as I'm concerned, she should be killed for her stupidity. There mere fact she has to spread her legs for you ought to be her honor."