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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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Aspect of Rule

The aura of the dead had been something Altair had not expected. Had he not had an average lifespan, then he might have been forced to retreat. Still, the idea behind the aura of anything withering away his life force did not sit well within his gut. He'd initially wanted to conjure a barrier but held off as his omniscience began to explain the aura of the dead to him. If he wanted to block the Aura of the Dead, then he'd have to have the holy blessing of his god or a holy object. 

Altair didn't believe it. And he would be right, but due to the limitation of his Arcane Arts, he was limited in what he could do as a mage. 

He cursed, riling himself up and preparing to use the blood of the Nephilim, when he suddenly felt the headless Dullahan somehow manage to spot him. Every hair on his body became erect when he saw the undead pull the crusted great axe from his back. The world's dim light waned to a deep black beneath that blades edge.