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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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Part of the Picture

Morne's Spells were suspiciously suited for the trials of dirt, ground, and hill, and it was because of his Invigorating Touch Spell that they had been able to enter at all.

And now, he knew why, or at least had a bigger part of the picture.

The Coltha's second book.

"You recognize it?" Geleb asked hoarsely, noticing Morne's intense stare.

"Somewhat," Morne said half-heartedly. He couldn't very well divulge everything about the books just because the two had been through several life-or-death ordeals together.

"We should grab them and leave," Geleb told him, pointing at his throat with his thumb. "I need some water before this gets worse."

Morne agreed, and the duo approached the dais cautiously. After all that had happened, they held little trust for their stony hosts, and half-expected a trap to go off at any moment.

Morne lightly placed a foot on the dais, and when nothing happened, he brought the other foot forward and started walking, Geleb trailing behind.