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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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Fallen Necromancy

The Prince paled at the sudden thought of inheriting the fallen memories of those he felled in battle, so much so nightmares would often find him, stirring him away covered in a night sweat. Yet, despite a month passing, he had not received a notification about Kirr or Dillian's soul being assimilated. 

"I was careless. And too focused on training." He told himself, promising such a thing would never occur. Not under his watch again. "I can't trust the system to notify me anymore. Fail me once, and you'll fail me again." Altair sucked in a deep breath as the Eye of Sacrilege shimmered. He opened his palm as an obsidian aura began to bleed into the material realm. Darker than even the abyss around them, the Obsidian Mana glowed.