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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!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantaisie
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A Million Voices

Their success was immediately made apparent as their world shifted. In an instant, they were back in the room containing the cloud figures, their swords and the light wand gone. Said figures vanished in an explosion of clouds, and when the obstruction passed, all doors but the one in the middle were gone.

"Are we done?" Geleb questioned apprehensively, pushing his goggles up onto his hat and pulling his mask down. He recognized the remaining door as the one the Boknul cloud figure had stood in front of, and for a moment he feared that they would have to fight the cursed beings again, but in reverse.

His question was answered a moment later as the door shifted, its stone makeup flowing like honey until it resembled the doors they had become accustomed to.

"Looks like it," Morne said, removing his own goggles and mask and starting for the door. After a relieved sigh, Geleb followed.