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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 · Fantasy
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Ashen Blood I

"So things have gotten that complicated," said the Reverend Mother. 

Syris nodded, gripping a Holocube in her hand. The virtual image of the Reverend Mother was visible, her arms poised behind her back. "What do you think is our survival rate? You are past the realm of Transcended, after all. I suppose you would have a better understanding of my situation than most."

The Reverend Mother cracked an old, aged smile beneath the porcelain mask. She'd half a mind to tell Syris to abandon the festival. But she knew the girl well. Knew her stubbornness like the back of her hand. 

"By yourself, you've no hope of survival. Your best bet is to use the Ninth Circles as shields." 

Syris lifted a brow. "How?" 

"Force a battle. Send word to various locations."

"Betrayal?"