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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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Abyss

Darkness.

Darkness everywhere.

This was a different darkness than the hot, humid fog the Runners had spread over the battlefield. That darkness had burned the nose, stung the eyes, enveloped one like a thick blanket aiming to suffocate the life out of you.

Sounds came from everywhere at once, sight and smell were overwhelmed to the point of uselessness, and the humidity was enough to make one feel like they were walking through the rain.

This darkness… had none of that.

No sound, no smells, no taste or touch or sight. All five of Morne's senses worked overtime to try to find something, anything within all of this, but there was only a deep, endless void.

'That's… wrong,' he thought slowly, his mind chugging along at a snail's pace. He didn't know how or why, but he knew on some fundamental level that what he was seeing wasn't a void.

It was an abyss.