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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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"Destiny?" Essenla snorted. "If you want our help, you're going to have to do better than that."

Morne grunted in agreement. Saying "it's your destiny" only worked on idiots, hopefuls, and children. He wasn't going to throw himself into a war just because some child-faced king said he had to.

"Regardless of what you think, this is the truth," Grek said imperiously, clasping his hands behind his back as a hint of regal might appeared between his brows. "You will assist us in winning this war, and in return, we shall help you return home.

"Now, for the third time, tell me of your abilities."

"We're not going to get ourselves killed just because you tell us to," Essenla growled, echoing Morne's thoughts.

She didn't know about Morne, but she didn't have a home to go back to.

Everyone she could consider a friend or family member was dead. She had nothing and no one waiting for her back in the empire. Why would she risk her life to go back?