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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!"

Lolbroman25 · แฟนตาซี
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Candles

"Uh-"

Morne and Geleb winced simultaneously and their eyes darted to the latter's arm, where blood started welling up, coating his sleeve and Morne's hand in red.

Shocked, Morne tried to pull his hand away, but he only jerked Geleb's arm back and forth as he pulled wildly on his hand.

"M-Morne, what's happening?" Geleb asked, his face draining of all color. It felt like several sharp somethings had pierced his flesh and were sucking him dry.

"I don't know," Morne growled. "Help me get it off!"

The two started pulling madly, but no matter how hard they tried, Morne's hand remained firmly attached to Geleb's arm. Geleb's struggles became weaker and weaker over tie. Soon he was on his knees, his heart pounding wildly.

In minutes, his skin was sickly pale, and a pool of crimson coated the stone ground. At the same time, Morne's skin was now a healthier hue, and he only became stronger.