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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
Not enough ratings
343 Chs

Finances

"Mrmmm." Groaning, coming to at first light, Altair cupped his face with one hand, dazed, but not enough not to notice the wet blood dripping down his chin and palm. He tensed and snapped up, dread tracing down his spine as he glanced around his blood-stained bed, only to find it empty.

"Ren!" He shouted, panicked, pushing out his perception only to find her on the ground at the foot of his bed, barely clothed, clutching a golden orb in her palms. And the image of the Duke Leto during his last spiritual journey to the hells came rushing back. He had mentioned his visit to Ren before but could never understand what Leto had wanted to give to her. 

Could this have been his doing?

Altair shook his head, pushing such useless thoughts to the back of his mind, and proceeded to check for injuries. He sighed in relief, finding there was none, and flopped down beside her. Clutching, his hair matted with blood. 

He winced. "Bastard… Just when it was getting good."