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

In the distance, there was a safe haven that currently housed a few disciples who for varying reason decided this was their best option. Throughout the hour they had heard differing sounds and altercations.

This was of course expected as the difference between strengths lessened, so too would the fights become more grueling. Hence some disciples had sought the safe haven not because they were weaker, on the contrary, it was just a means to recuperate their strengths before heading into battle.

"Gendry the hour mark is soon approaching. Though previously we lost Mathew and James, Myself and Mica are now fully recuperated."

A man of somewhat generous proportions questioned his squad captain. He was Lucas #27th on the previous year's ranking. They were one of the many squads taking advantage of the safety bestowed. His squad captain Gendry the previous year's #21, pondered their dilemma.

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