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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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Morne sat in silence for what felt like hours, reading of the Chimh Technique Accursed Bones from the Coltha's second book.

He wasn't worried about it being discovered by the goblins; a quick word and it would vanish, and even if they did find it, they would have no use for it.

As for the reason he was reading about Accursed Bones, it could be said that he had been struck by a mixture of whimsy and hope. Some small part of him still nagged at him, gnawed at him for his mistake, and although the odds were slim, he hoped that the book might contain a way to remedy what he had done.

But as expected, it offered nothing.

He read the pages containing the technique dozens of times each, and had even tried exploring it with his Sense, but no luck. His choice, so far as he could tell, was permanent.

He sighed as he closed the book. He still couldn't believe that he had done that to himself.

Just as he was storing the book, a sound drifted to his ears.

"Though dark be deep