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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!"

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An Observer

Morne knew immediately that this was not what he thought it was. Those nightmares were all too vivid, while this was little more than shadows and shapes.

So what, then, was it?

A string of words in a foreign language caught his attention, and he turned to a particular shadow, armed with a spear and facing down a group of armed and armored silhouettes.

The spear wielder shouted angrily at these people, but their only response was a sneer before they attacked.

A struggle ensued, with the spear user doing better than Morne thought he would. He took out at least five of the attackers before they slew him, taking him unawares with a sword to the back.

And how was he rewarded for his hard work?

With spit on his corpse and a kick into a nearby fire.

'What's the point of this?' Morne wondered. To show him the horrors of the world? He had gone through worse less than a month ago, in the temple's trial of stars. Compared to that, this was nothing.