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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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Two Fronts

The woman raised a delicate brow as she felt her life force being sapped away. The irony of such a thing was not lost on the vampire; in fact, it amused her.

Her gentle smile turned feral as she retracted her hand, slipping through Morne's grip like water only to hurriedly backstep, a sword narrowly missing her soft stomach.

"Morne!" Exclaimed a shocked Geleb. He couldn't comprehend how anyone could refuse her offer. Attacking her was so far out of the realm of possibilities to him that he could only watch on in dumbfounded silence.

The vampire woman, meanwhile, was ecstatic. As she imagined tormenting Morne, grinding him down into the perfect servant, shattering his will and crushing his spirit, her gorgeous red eyes glimmered with excitement.