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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

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Grek sat upon his throne, examining the undead elves with narrowed eyes.

The three thrones to his sides were as empty as the last time Morne had stood in this throne room, but the four advisors were present and whispering amongst themselves.

Which was strange, as they sat in pairs on opposite sides of the room, equidistant from the other three. But there was no denying that they were somehow able to hold a conversation even with this impediment.

"This is a foul thing you've done, human," Grek said after a long silence. "But in war, many things are forgivable."

"Your friend here didn't seem to have a problem with it," Essenla remarked blandly, referring to Gram who stood nearby. This king had ordered the destruction of the elven village, but this was where he had reservations?