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

"It is true my boss does like you a lot, and he has had plans of asking you out. Yet he is one who believes in destiny. Perhaps this meeting can be described as destiny itself, right?"

Taf surmised as the three ladies did see his logic.

'I guess." One of the other two members of Sheila's Squad interjected.

"Hmmm, how about I show you my boss. Within a few minutes, it will be time for his walks from which he seeks enlightenment.

Usually, I would join him on these walks, but I'll be honest, I would rather rest my bum.

You, however, would be the perfect substitute. A divine blessing from the gods as he would deem it."

Enlightened Taf spoke of a means in which his conscience would not be bothered by his meddling in his boss's affair.

"Fine.., fine she'll do it. Let's see this boss of yours."

Anecdotes of Wingman Theology (3)