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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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Blood...

The goblins' expressions warped. They knew immediately that they were in over their heads.

The last battle had been difficult, but only because they were so heavily outnumbered. Their superior armor, weapons, telekinesis, and the advantage of surprise had all made the elves' defeat feel inevitable, but now…

Now, they didn't know if they would be able to win.

The atmosphere grew heavy with solemnity as leaves continued to fall like rain, suffusing the elves with boundless vitality and giving them the feeling that they were on hardcore drugs.

The energy of their deity, the warmth of the leaves' light, the knowledge that they fought with the Mother Tree's will behind them, it all made them drunk on pleasure.

What, then, would it feel like to quell the Mother Tree's enemies? To avenge their families and remove these scum-covered mushroom monsters from their continent? There was only one conclusion that they could come to.

It would feel wonderful.