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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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Morne had his misgivings about the leafy mattresses used by the elf men, but it was quite comfortable. Not overwhelmingly so, but rather around the comfort that a decent inn's bed would provide.

Being composed entirely of leaves packed tightly together in a still-living plant – he had no idea how the elves had coaxed the tree to grow such things inside, where there was little sunlight for the plants to absorb – it had just enough give to let his massive form sink an inch or two into it.

This, when combined with the leaves themselves, which had a waxy texture, but were also soft and springy, formed an odd product that would let him drift off to sleep with ease… after he got used to the texture of his new mattress.

Doing so took some effort, but he soon sank into the welcoming embrace of sleep.