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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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201 Chs

Drowning

The tearing of flesh, the violation of one's purity, senseless pain and destruction, blood on the walls and dripping from the mouths of brothers and friends. The stars showed Morne all this and more.

His thoughts, meek and insignificant like a candle next to the sun, were barely audible over the roars of thousands of years of suffering and heartache. It took every ounce of his willpower to unveil his Sense and search for the path ahead.

Little did he know that this would only make it worse.

As if his extended Sense was an invitation to whatever horrid things clawed at his psyche, they used it like a bridge and stormed into his mind. If before, they were loud enough to drown out his thoughts, now there was the threat of losing his entire being to the voices.