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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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Grommett

Her tears weren't the only thing flowing.

A look of deep disgust and anger appeared on Essenla's face as she noticed the blood running down the elf woman's legs, mostly on the inside of her thighs. At certain points, it was mixed with a yellow substance that stuck to her legs and diverted the streams of blood.

Morne watched on silently as Essenla attempted to reassure the distraught elf. He hadn't expected to find an elf in this place. How had she gotten here?

More importantly, could she tell them how to get out?

He was about to verbalize those questions when the elf woman let out a shriek of pain and fell flat on her ass, crawling to a corner and curling into a shivering ball as she held back more tears.

"Well, what's this then, Grommett? Elves? No, they're too pale for that," came a voice that sounded like someone had tried to gargle rocks.

Essenla whirled around with a ferocious look, readying her sword. Morne also shifted, looking at the speaker.