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

This aroused even more curiosity from the three. What was this embarrassing matter?

"With what previously unfolded, don't you think it warrants at least an explanation?"

He was once more reprimanded and questioned by two of the three. Hearing the query the unknown disciple then unceremoniously took the vacant seating,

"You see miss it all boils down to your eyes, they are just as my boss described."

He spoke to the one out of the group who as of yet hadn't spoken a word. This was a startling revelation to the three. How could someone's eyes be a distraction?

" I.. I have said too much. Once more please give my regards to the young miss."

The disciple hurried to his feet a bit panicky as he felt perhaps he stated too much.

Yet this only left the three intrigued as what he previously spoke was so vague. Surely it justified the need for more detail.

Anecdotes of Wingman Theology (2)