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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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Baptism of Blood III

"The First Stage of Aeron," Iliana muttered. "Baptism of Blood." 

With a single step back, a torment of wind came like a thousand lashes, pulling with it the scent of blood. Iliana stared at the slit-like pupils writhing surrounded by the sigil that branded itself permanently into the iris. His clothing was wrenched from his chest, revealing an enigma of obsidian tattoos dancing along the flesh like a living being. 

"Show me, boyo~" Iliana howled, shooting like a bolt from of the ground. A crater nearly twenty meters wide exploded beneath her feet from the sheer force. She arrived startled as Altair's blade seemed to arrive at her throat first. 

[Grave of Night, Third Form: Devouring Night]