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

Startled by Taf's sudden outburst May plunged beneath the violent waves, due to a momentarily lapsed in concentration.

May once more regained her composure as she drifted like a boat on the high seas. Taf could only wryly smile casually putting his hands behind his head.

"You scoff, but that was a significant element of the training. One must never become easily rattled.

You're in the midst of a storm, yet a sudden disturbance has startled you. Let this be a lesson for the future."

He responded as though it was intentionally done as a means to further May's training.

A sound escaped from her lips that was a laugh but not a 'laugh', indicating she knew what he spouted was all lies.

She then uttered with satire in her voice, "Do you ever listen to yourself, sir?"

"Sometimes far too much." Taf awkwardly coughed as he curiously observed May who had once more regain the lotus stance.

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