Lord_of_sleep

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden?

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The Gods' Decree

Stones started pelting down on the members of the Bing gang as their weapons seemed useless and ineffective.

A member who had enough tried to run when suddenly-

A brick smashed against his back, making him collapse head first on the ground.

It was a brutal mauling as screams of anguish could be heard from the gang members as they were disarmed.

"Please, he is lying; we did no such thing. We merely had a minor disagreement and were about to teach him using the slightest hands.

Similar to a senior disciplining his student. Just enforcing the notion of one being respectful to their elders. Nothing less, nothing more, I swear with my life". Scarface pleaded as the punches started.

" THESE BRUISES ON MY BODY ARE EVIDENCE OF YOUR SUPPOSED EXERCISE OF ONE RESPECTING HIS SENIOR. IT WAS INFLICTED AFTER I REFUSED THE OTHER DAY FROM YOUR CONTINUED HARASSMENT.

POOR BABY SIS WENT TO BED HUNGRY THAT NIGHT, AND MAMA WEPT THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT!"

Taf continued to bellow and bawl at the top of his lungs while showcasing his bruised and battered body. The mob's heartstrings were pulled so hard that their eyes turned red.

"Swear with your life, huh. I am not sure you should have used those words. Listen up! it seems their lesson has not been learned, So hold no punches and beat them to a messy pulp."

Salvar shouted to the enraged mob.

The Bing gang members became so bloodied even their mothers would not recognize them after days of looking.

"Child, come and put in some kicks to relieve some of that pent up hate and aggression."

Salvar persuasively spoke to Taf as he kicked a gang member in his groin.

"I am grateful for your kindness, senior, but I will have to decline. My mother has taught me not to kick a man while he is down."

Taf righteously spoke with a small innocent smile.

"Ok little one, run on home to your mother while we clean the streets of these scum." Salvar patted Taf on the shoulder and saw him off with his eyes.

Tafari looked back with a smile and saw the bloody mess behind him.

'Damn, that worked even better than I originally intended.

This ace will not necessarily work again in the future. I see it's time to learn a few fighting techniques to defend myself.' He lamented in his mind.

Taf made his way back to the restaurant, feeling content with his achievements for the day.

'I got the journal and took care of some small problems. Not bad, not bad at all.' He smirks while thinking.

While Taf was there building on his ego unbeknownst to him, boss Fang surveyed his every move from a distance.

'What a ruthless and cunning runt; he came out unscathed, but he also did a significant blow to the gang. From now on, the gang has to go underground.'

In his words, a person might misinterpret as slight admiration as he continued,

'It seems this runt thinks he has gotten away with it. I have always been a vengeful spirit. Give me one blow, and I return it tenfolds. We may have to hide for now, but my vengeance will be known before that.'

"Boss, we have the information you seek. This place is owned by a Mr Ming." Three figures became visible behind him.

Vengeful Spirit