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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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Prologue: Hell Tide I

Lord Edwin Silvermane, Warden of the North And Lord of The Northern Helm, had been in his study when the news of his daughter reached him. He wanted to count the many moons since he last saw her. Yet, he could barely remember it as he prepared for her Rite to be blessed by the gods. The Church of Sepith demanded it. 

"Altair?" He muttered almost like a question, yet it rang like a statement. 

"Yes. My Lord," Stewart Lorvel said. "He is within the Great Halls now. Eating with the Lady Aria." 

Edwin wanted to laugh. "Eating? He insults my son, and now he eats—" He stopped, tightening his fist. "No… I should be thanking the boy, shouldn't I?" 

Stewart Lorvel bowed. "May I speak freely, my Lord?"

"When do you not?"