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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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Playing The Five Nobles

"Greetings! Is there any chance that we can join you five this evening?" Lucius smiled and held up the second bottle of Humble Blaze that he had been saving.

"Y-Young Lord Asher?" All five of the minor nobility spluttered in shock, but then quickly bowed and gave their respectful greetings to him and his companion. "Greetings to you too, Viscount Felldan. To what do we owe the pleasure of the two of your presence?"

"Since I have made my speech from earlier, it has come to my attention that I did not finish greeting each and every noble who has come to celebrate my father's victory against Viscount Drew," Lucius said with a well practiced smile.

"You are a busy young lord, Young Lord Asher. It makes sense that you will not be able to greet all of us. We do not take any offense in it, none at all." One of the nobles said. "Should you need to leave to greet the others in the banquet, we would also understand well."