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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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Fire Water

Morne felt a sense of confidence come over him as stopped the two Spells. Every day, he became closer and closer to seizing his own fate, of becoming his own master.

A voice drifted in from the cell next to his. "What do you think is next?"

"Another village," he replied to Essenla instantly.

"I know that," she snorted. "I mean…  *sigh*. How many orphans are we going to make tomorrow? How many lives are we going to snuff out for these goblin monsters the day after that? When does it end?"

"When they're in the ground."

A silence fell over their cells at that.

"You don't feel anything about all of this, do you? To you, it's just a job, a chore."

"Why would I want to feel something?" Morne replied calmly. "So I can be as miserable as you?"