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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 · Fantasie
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Companionship

"The emperor?" Morne asked. "Why here?"

"Something about checking on the city to make sure it's running smoothly. Which, of course, means the captain is working our asses to the bone to give His Majesty a good show.

"If you wanna hear any more, though, you'll need to buy me a pint," she said with a smirk. "I'd be happy to tell you what I can. I'll be waiting at the Three-Legged Camel in the south part of town three hours from now."

Adopting a stern face, she pivoted on her heel and marched back to her post, giving him a sly little wink once she did before resuming her surveillance of the area.

.......

"The beer here tastes amazing," the guard, whose name was Arelda, said happily before tossing her head back and downing her tankard's contents. "Much better than those stuffy places that pay for 'atmosphere.' What even is that?"

Morne didn't say anything, allowing her to get everything off her chest as he took a small sip from his own tankard. He had to admit, it did taste good.