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

Taf was undaunted by the demon king's words, so he kept a calm head. With Grigora in hand, he wove through the explosions that had made Purgatory look no different to the moon's surface.

On the large expanse of sand, hundreds of craters could be seen. Some parts of his skin were charred, and the smell of burned blood filled the air, but he was determined to provide May with the opening.

He looked at May and smiled; it was time. She saw the look in his eyes, felt something off, and had a sickening feeling.

She wanted to step forward but knew whatever Taf planned would give her one chance.

The missiles hounded in on him as he continuously dodged while making his way closer and closer to the demon king.

Pure Unadulterated Rage