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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 · Fantasia
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Medusa

In the darkness, four beautifully half-naked women, wet with almond oil, spun their arms across Altair's flesh. Fingers trailed up and down the lines of muscles as their bodies pressed down, pushing their weight against him, until he moaned at the stimulating warmth, drawing the tension from his bones.

As Altair lay there, the darkness engulfed him, making him feel as if he had been transported to a realm beyond the mortal world. The soft caress of the cloth covering his eyes added to the ethereal ambiance. Despite his curiosity, he resisted the urge to peek, knowing that Syris had forbidden him from doing so. The woman who tended to him was silent but wild, adding to the mystique.