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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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Scorpio II

Fingers swirling amongst the rim of her ruby red wine, Scythia Talfor sat within the highest tower of the Fortress of Rim, licking her plump lips when the wine glass came to her lips. She looked out through the large window that stretched from one end to the next to Earth's yellow sun, bathing the ocean with its aimless rays of light.

It was a rare sight in her eyes. A world this beautiful. So full of life. Genesis had been fully colonized and stripped of any form of oceans, grass, trees, and clouds. The skies of Genesis were an illusion, and their sun was an artificial star meant to radiate the perfect amount of light.

'What god gave these Earthlings such a Perfect World?' She wondered, resting her wine glass beside her. She stood up, wandering near the window. 'What God gave such insignificant little creatures a world with so much potential. And how could it produce a child like this Altair? One that even our God so craves… I wonder what makes him so—'