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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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Too Dead to Worry

It was easy to underestimate just how difficult it was to control his Chimh with such a massive, all-consuming headache. It felt like trying to breathe air underwater or work up a sweat in a debilitatingly cold environment.

His Chimh fought him every step of the way, not because it was sentient or anything like that, but because his concentration slipped constantly. It was like reeling in a fish larger than he was with only a flimsy fishing rod and his own arms.

The slightest laps, the first sign of weakness, and the rod would snap and the fish would get away. His guiding hand was the rod, and his Chimh was the fish. And right now, the rod was close to snapping in twain.

But in spite of it all, he managed to fight through and pour his Chimh into the reddish-black third floor of his Necromancy Tower.