"Call me Lord Chaos and be done with it. And I said I have a job for you. It wasn't a request."

Salemon the Mage. Somehow, the name and the description didn't fit together.

But the woodcutter-turned-mage never really was a wielder of magic. He was more of a conduit for the suppressed urges and energies of a collection of almost-gods who had been trapped for millennia.

They do have ambitions for Salemon. Grand plans. World-shaking schemes. Lofty dark or enlightened ideals to achieve, depending on whose turn it is to talk to, or drive, the woodcutter.

But first, they all want to have their divinities back. And have fun.

Rating: MATURE. Gore, Violence, and some settings of a sexual nature.

Cover image: Lothar Dietrich/Pixabay (free for commercial use)/Modifications by the writer

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