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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 · ファンタジー
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It was first light when the Prince stormed out of his room, his face flush with rage. Whistling, Ren followed after him, smiling beneath her mask, massaging Altair's vicious bite over her wrist, wrapped in bandages, and somewhat light-headed. 

"You think if I only ate mangoes and pineapples, my blood might taste differently?" she teased, finding his current expression cute. There had only been a handful of times she'd ever seen him angry. This was a new face. One she found fascinating. Altair was always calm, always poised, with a bearing of a lord, but today… Today, he bore furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, curled lips, and a set of tensed shoulders. Ren took it all in, turning the corner when, without warning, Altair snatched her, shoving her against the wall, glaring her down. 

He tore off her mask, peering into her enchanting red eyes wet with a silver mist, and his heart began to hammer like drums against his chest.