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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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Crown, Part 4

The Boknul had killed many people during his life, but never had he had to fight more than one at once. Unlike Esren, he had taken great pains to ensure the populace was unaware of his existence. Usually, that meant feeding on the scraps left over from Esren's meals, but it was a worthwhile trade-off for anonymity and secrecy.

Sometimes he would be caught mid-meal, but it was always by some buffoon that hadn't brought backup. Fighting one-on-two like this was new to him, and he nearly suffered for it.

Morne didn't miss the flicker of apprehension and disbelief in the Nasnami's gaze, and he retracted his sword for another swing.

The Boknul's eyes flashed once again, this time with a sense of triumph, as he reacted to Morne's movement, grabbing Morne's sword wrist with one hand as the other went for his sleeve.

He would pull back this poor-quality cloth to expose the human's flesh. By then, victory would be a matter of seconds.