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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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Mindscape

In reality, Morne didn't move his arms at all. The second the voices resumed their carnage, his Sense expanded and his feet started moving of their own accord. The battle to follow was entirely within his own mind.

And what a difficult battle it was. Morne had grossly underestimated just how powerful each voice was, or perhaps he just didn't care.

He lashed out with mental knives forged of hatred and fury, sinking them into a screaming voice and holding it down with all of his might as the luster of a star outside slowly faded.

But while he was handling one, there were hundreds more that surged past him, and thousands more after that, each one eager to be the new Morne.

Morne's retaliation appeared to have set them off, and they turned on each other once they entered his mindscape, smothering and stabbing one another. If it were not for this hostility, Morne wouldn't have stood a chance.