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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

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Erudite Will

"May I perhaps get some answers in regards to who this teacher of mine will be?" Lucius asked.

While information like their name and position was something that Lucius was quite interested in, he was more concerned on their ability to teach more than anything else.

"Oh, you do not have to worry about their character and credentials, Young Lord Asher. This is another clergy from the Cathedral of Etara that is actually an artificer." Priest Maleck said.

"Is that so? Then I'll trust your judgment in this." Lucius said. He wanted more details, but it seemed Priest Maleck was far more interested in keeping such a thing a secret until they were to meet in person.

Or perhaps Priest Maleck was still befuddled by the Veil of Terror to think clearly.

There was no doubt still some lingering effects, even if Lucius only used it mildly.