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

Elimination from a tournament for which such effort was placed is never an easy pill to swallow. This was the case for thousands deemed unfortunate to be bestowed this tag.

That remained the state for the three Lovren, Luke and Cameron. They had quickly left the bunker while ensuring there were no peaking eyes. Their time in the tournament might have ended but was it the same for the others?

Knowing the direction to their exit they swiftly took flight.

"I wished we could have stayed a bit longer."

Dejected by his elimination, Lovren uttered. Things were really looking up for him recently. He had a new girl and life was quite pleasant.

Guess after a while life finds it's true setting with him now being rift from the clouds and brought back to land.

"It's for the best. Why are you complaining anyway? Think about it. You placed 6667th in the last tournament. Now you are guaranteed to pass that milestone."

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