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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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Innermost Thoughts

The next few hours passed by at the Inanis Mansion and the sun was about to set down. 

Lucius had finally finished writing the proposal that he made regarding the mercenaries.

Without any disturbance from the outside world, Lucius found himself focused and directed without any issues.

This was what he liked the most when working. While it was also necessary to engage and interact with other individuals from time to time, it was something more akin to a requirement than something he enjoyed.

"Back then, I had to stifle my boredoms and reactions from being impatient with that Mira." Lucius muttered.

It wasn't like him to speak about his thoughts candidly and aloud. However, at the sanctuary of this room and the next few hours, he allowed himself the chance to linger on the memory, if only for cold hearted analysis.