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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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Foolish and Rash

"These are a much better catch than the elves the king wanted," the goblin said greedily as they walked through the forest.

The goblin had some difficulty getting through the tall grass, but the mutant carrying Morne plowed through it with little effort, using whatever methods it was using to control Essenla to have her follow in the flattened grass it left in its wake.

"But you treated them too roughly," the goblin continued, chiding the mutant. "Now we have to hurry back before the large one dies."

"Hu… hurry back to where?" Essenla said through gritted teeth. Even though she didn't have control of her arms or legs, the movements themselves were still mostly done using the strength of her limbs.

And right now, every step was pure agony. She could only imagine what Morne was going through right now.

"The Mycontae," the goblin said, a crafty smirk on his face. "The king will be very happy with me for bringing his champions back to him."