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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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The Crucible IV

Altair could hardly believe how fast his wrist moved to push Sarrin to intercept the arc of annihilating sword light that bore him through the wall behind him. Blood spewed from his mouth as his body tumbled and rolled across the bailey. He stabbed Sarrin into the earth to slow his roll, picking his gaze up to glare at the elderly Ninth Circle, three meters away, then to the river of blood gathered from out the foyer where a scar rested across the stone. 

Effortlessly, he stood to his feet, with no hope that anyone would survive that blade but Ian. From the sounds of screaming inside and the clanking of metal, he knew it was true. 

Amar Du Vadica shook, the saber in his arms trembling as if it was too heavy to hold. "You survived that?"