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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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Rain of Leaves

The goblins and elves alike paused in their fights to the death, looking up.

When they saw that the great tree was the source of the commotion, their eyes widened, the elves with hope and the goblins with shock.

Leaves started to fall down. They were not the yellows and browns of autumn, but rather the pure green of spring, and as they drifted down, they caught the sunlight streaming down and glowed with a soft, gold light, giving them a holy appearance that left one awestruck.

No one moved, even though the first leaf didn't complete its fall until two minutes later, so enamored were they with the scene.

The first of the leaves made contact with an elf man lying on the ground near the goblins. This elf had wounds so egregious that he had only seconds to live at most, and his every thought was consumed with pain.