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

<p>With Fenton stiff on the ground, Taf then turned his attention to his next hurdle. His injuries meant there was no means he could try to run, and his qi was depleted. Standing as he was could be said to be a feat in its own way.</p>

<p>Since his feet were tired, why not take a seat? He calmly sat right on the back of Fenton's squashed corpse and rested the bloody hammer against his chin. This was an ominous view to those charging who slowed. When they saw him only one thing came to mind - This fellow was not only powerful but a true sadist nut. It wasn't enough he killed the supreme genius of the Nabu. He also sat on his corpse, which was truly messed up.</p>

Sinister - Only Blood, Sand, Corpses and Limbs (1)