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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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Blackmail II

"That one in the middle was a bitch," Syris said quietly. "I wonder what type of stick she has up her ass." 

Altair turned, eying Syris. "She can hear you, you know." 

Syris shrugged. As if she cared about such things. "Good. Then she can hear that she's a damn fool. I'm not sure if it's because she stood on her throne for so long, but insulting the man by giving them opportunity is idiotic." 

Altair was in agreement. The new gods had been on a mission. And he wasn't sure why. But they were killing off the Old Gods, taking what was theirs without regard for morality. Stepping into power, news outlets on Genisis had reported the deaths of many Old Gods. 

The New Gods were united, unlike the Old Gods, who sought only to live in seclusion or upon their pedestal. 

Sauntering towards his new target, one Athena had told him much about. He smiled, holding the stunning figure of Hestia, surrounded by chattering men and women yet secluded from sight.