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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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Blood dripped down from Morne's neck and onto the woman's collarbone and face, an intoxicating scent wafting into her nostrils.

Though she no longer held Morne back, his tight grip did little to restrict her airways. The gap in their physical strength was far too large, and she broke his hold just as effortlessly as she had done before, bringing her legs up and kicking him off of her and across the room.

He slammed into the vampire hunters still glued to the wall, his shoulder flaring with pain as it collided with the metal of a breastplate. He slid to the ground, narrowly avoiding cutting himself on the fallen weapons as struggled to stand.

Now that he was so close to it, the half-circle's call was stronger than ever. While it couldn't yank at his blood like the vampire could since it could only affect Nasnami, that didn't stop it from trying.