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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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Say He Knew

Something within Morne flared at that comment, but it was smothered cruelly and quickly by the unending maelstrom of voices.

The voice, the invisible speaker, paused.

How Morne could tell such a thing when he couldn't even spare enough brainpower to breathe, it was impossible to tell. But he knew.

And the attention of this being sent a thrill of terror up his spine thousands of orders of magnitudes higher than the voices ever could produce.

That thing within Morne flared up again, struggling to light with the fierce winds of the whispers like a flickering candle in a hurricane.

But by some miracle, or perhaps some curse, it didn't go out.

"Hrk."

Morne let out a grunt, the first action he had taken since he had lost his ability to breathe.

"Hrk. Hrk. HRK!"

Ounce by ounce, he forced air out of his full lungs, then became blue in the face as he tried to suck some back in, only to find none there.

He was choking.