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 a separate location within Marvel City, a current standoff ensued. With the city's notorious crime rate this was nothing new. What was surprising however were the parties involved.

"Ok you baddies, how many coins do you have for me today?" Questioned a small girl who appeared to be no more than five years old. She had her curled hair in a ponytail as she addressed a group of men with knives, daggers, and all manner of weapons.

Yet before this innocent-seeming child, they could only wryly smile as though helpless.

"Miss Tessa, you must understand that things have been extremely slow recently. So please forgive us if our coins are short the usual amount," A baldie pleaded for a bit of leniency. If Taf were here he would instantly recognize this fellow. It was Brent the leader of the notorious gang, Eternal Death.

Sir Mouse's Understudy