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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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Did a Number

"Hey," she asked Morne. "What did you do to…"

Her words died in her throat as Morne stood, her icy blue eyes widening with shock.

The flames had done a number on Morne's face, leaving it red, blistered, and browless, but still recognizable.

And it was the fact that she recognized him that filled her with fear.

Although it was somewhat hard to tell under Morne's second-degree burns, she had spent hours memorizing the face of every known criminal she had access to the files of, just in case they were foolish enough to come to Tere without disguises.

But this was no run-of-the-mill criminal. As she matched his browless eyes with what she realized was dark magic that had wounded the assassin, it dawned on her that this was someone far, far more dangerous.

Jiklok's Anointed.

"You…" She said hesitantly, taking a step back. "You're him. The Anointed."