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!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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The Right Thing

For the first time in their lives, the unyielding faith the elves had in their great Mother Tree wavered. How could their deity allow this? Why hadn't the Mother Tree squashed the goblin threat the moment it appeared, instead of merely telling its followers of it and leaving it at that?

Had the Mother Tree forsaken them? Did it want them to fail?

The forest, which spanned nearly the entire continent from end to end, quaked, as if the Mother Tree could sense this doubt and was enraged.

But the response only made the goblins question the object of their worship all the more. If it could do something like this, then why had it not done so before? Why hadn't it stopped the deaths of their brothers, their sons, their fathers?

Why did they need to die? What was the Mother Tree's plan?

"They'll need our help," Morne said to no one in particular, striding off toward the goblins.

As Morne walked, he considered their odds.