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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

All Mushrooms

Darkness. An empty infinity.

Suddenly, glimpses of faces he'd known, faces of those he'd cherished. Blood running from their eyes like tears, pouring out of grievous wounds.

His mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. His eyes moved to close, but they were still open. His legs pumped to run away, but he remained frozen in place.

Fire, burning down the home he had known for most of his life. Sickening, evil laughter, coming from those that had done this. Pleas, begging, heart-wrenching screams, then silence.

"Should we kill this one as well?" said a man to his left. No matter how hard he tried, his neck refused to turn.

"No. I have a better idea," replied another man, the demented grin on his face audible through his words. "We need to… balance the scales."

A sharp pain at the back of his head, then dark once again.

...…

"…Morne. Morne. Morne, wake up!"