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

Outside of the forest, the board was truly a great source of entertainment as the gambling intensified. Most disciples had exited thereby holding keen information on the happening inside. Hence stories were being told but the ones which truly drew crowds in the thousands were accounts of Sir Mouse and his companion, the silver-haired May.

These were truly riveting tales highlighting how the two were undaunted by any seeming obstacle. Amidst each word spoken pictures formed in everyone's mind of the ruthless duo who unbelievably fought by their lonesome.

"You're saying he took on twenty, including yourself and Austin?" A woman wearing a broad-hat questioned. She was amazed when August the previous year's #55th regaled tales about his confrontation with Sir Mouse.

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