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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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Gram scratched his mushrooms but did as he was told, leaving his prisoners in the presence of the goblin monarch and his advisors.

"They are of no use to us, Your Majesty," one of the advisors chimed, looking at the humans with a look like he stepped in something.

"I agree," said another. This one didn't bear the disgust of her colleague, and was instead more practical. She was the only goblin woman present, and the first one Morne had seen.

She was also the only one with hair. The raven locks poked out of the edges of her tall hat, a hat the others shared. It was shaped like an overturned bucket, with plenty of holes for her mushrooms to breathe. "The one with the square eyes means to do us harm, so we should cull these tall creatures before they can do so."

"They look like elves," said a third, rubbing his chin.