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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
450 Chs

Baptism of Blood I

When, at last, everyone had left him, enveloping the medical bay in a dead silence, Altair took a seat on the bed, folding his legs over the other. His breathing followed the monotonous pattern of the Ninth Form, Aeron. In moments of shallow breaths, a hellscape of madness capable of driving mortal minds to insanity bore witness through eyes. 

'What was madness?' he wondered, unsure if there was such a word that could capture the sensation currently swallowing him. Morals that once made the man dwindled before its withering might. Oaths taken before Heaven and Earth were now meaningless words echoing from distant pasts. 

'The Rotten Vale' The words hung through his mind, vanishing into a mist before they could be understood. 

When, at last, Altair opened his eyes, the emerald flames of Irkalla filled his sights alongside the ashen king upon his throne. Red eyes so old they reflected oceans of blood now stared back at him, measuring some sort of reaction.