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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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343 Chs

Cain

The saturated glow in the young prince's eyes entwined in a luscious red, permeating darkness in an iridescent glow of red, focused on the young woman. She was panting, flushed by an intense heat writhing beneath her naked flesh. 

The room was dark, but he saw her with picture-perfect clarity. He saw the way she bit her lips, saw the sensation of pleasure along the lips and tongue. Saw the way her nipples hardened against her pelt. 

Syris had been blessed in many ways by the heavens, be they her voluptuous figure or her pale blue eyes capable of unraveling any man or woman. It appeared as if the Gods had taken extra care to sculpt her perfection into being. Kingdoms could burn, planets could perish, all for her beauty that seemed absolute beneath the stars. 

"W-w-w-what ya looking at?" She stammered, peeking down nervously. "Y-y-you done?"