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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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Aspect of the Vale I

Paled of color, Altair tried to hold. He could feel his skin begin to peel at the monstrous flames trying to penetrate through the barrier. Blood bubbled and popped from the surface of his palm as he held on, giving enough time for Ren and Syris to escape. He'd faith in his Almighty Resistance. Faith in a state of knowing that allowed him to perceive the Truth. 

'REN GET HER OUT OF HERE!!!" Altair roared at the top of his lungs.

[Divine Being She Who Hunts demands you use the Skill!]

Altair didn't listen. 

[Divine Sin, Daddy grins feverishly.]

In the distance, watching, towering over Vesim like an immortal, a poised Beelzebub stared with an intensity that would place many of his brethren on guard. He could feel it. He could feel the presence of an indescribable domain beginning to unravel; like a shadow beast within the darkness, it was beginning to bear its fangs.