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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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Domain Lord

Forged of his blood, sinking deep into the canvas, Cataclysm had been something of a perfect representation of Altair's psyche, or so Thanatos thought, studying the half-complete painting. The painting itself seemed to carry a noble despair, swallowing a ruined kingdom within its depths. 

The portrait was, without a doubt, a chaotic sight embodying elements of the sword, symbolizing the madness of Yarwin's celestial bodies.

"Hey Thaan," he began after his maddening laugh, dropping that joyous smile of his, "Fish them out for me. Let's end this game." 

Light fractured into shards, forming a sleek black scythe as Thanatos took off shrieking through the skies, piercing through the lone chaos into the gaping pool of magma below.