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

Apart from the bat-winged human, everything was the same as previously described. To be sure, he summoned the journal to his hands and scanned it; as he thought it was the same.

Which gave him an idea of those behind the destruction—Mei and her Master.

Taf never thought he would ever come by those names again, but it seemed fate had a messed up sense of humour.

He gave May the journal, and it only took her a moment to see the connection. At least now they knew two of the targets, but the two had vanished for decades as the devils went into hiding. For them to have been so bold as to resurface, they must have had the backing of a strong force—The Monarch.

Taf sent out his will in hopes of finding some life then he would gain clues as to the whereabouts of Mei and her Master.

Afterwards, his expression changed. He grabbed May's hands, and they vanished. They suddenly appeared at the highest point in the Dark Abylis Sect, the grand elder's study.

Soul Scour—Unwillingness