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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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Crown, Part 3

"How annoying," sighed the Boknul in mock disappointment. "It seems that I'll have to bloody my hands today after all. You should've taken the easy way out, because now I'm going to make you suffer."

"Are all cursed beings so full of themselves?" mocked Geleb.

"Quiet, mongrel," said the Nasnami with a dismissive wave, unaware of the irony of his actions. "I'll get to you soon enough. First, I need to tear your friend here out of his textile fortress."

The Boknul crossed the remaining ten feet casually, but only a fool would think that he was being inattentive. The cold glint in his reptilian eyes, the tenseness in his exposed arms' muscles, his stony expression, and the way his slit pupils zeroed in on Morne hinted at his true thoughts.

When he saw the direction that they were coming from and the blood on their clothes, the Boknul knew immediately that they had killed her.