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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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Morne and Geleb watched in shock as the four Nasnami flew across the room, smashing into the wall with all the subtlety of shattering glass as their metal armor banged against the stone and the armor of the others.

Their weapons slipped from their hands upon impact, producing a horrible cacophony as they clattered to the ground. Geleb couldn't help but wince at the noise, and Morne's eyes shot back to the bed only to find something stirring behind the curtains.

Their cover was blown.

Morne tapped Geleb's shoulder, trying to get his attention to no avail. His eyes darted to Geleb's, then followed the noble's gaze to the wall, where a horrid sight awaited.

Similar to the effect of Morne's Withering Touch Spell, the four Nasnami were shriveling at a visible rate, their faces shrinking and their armor loosening as the half-circle behind them pulsed darkly.

But while Morne's Spell stole the life force of its victims, this circle drained its captives of blood.