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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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201 Chs

Aberrant

The tree hadn't disappeared, although that probably would have been less concerning than what Morne encountered.

What once were gorgeous, brilliant branches of stark white light had been tainted, and were now a sinister black that twisted and curved upward and to the sides like the horns of a devil, bereft of leaves.

Its solid, majestic bark was now cracked and pitted, and dark as soot. If one listened closely, one could hear faint screams of agony and despair coming from within the cracks, a window into the deepest pits of hell.

It stretched high into the sky, as tall as the third floor of his Necromancy Tower. Which, when one remembered that his Tower sat on a hill that itself was quite large, was a fairly large size for a tree.

Morne didn't know what to do about this. However, he remained calm.