The Cryopod to Hell Classic is the original version of TCTH, written based on the original writing prompts, expanded into a full series, with 490 chapters of fun adventures. However, it is extremely flawed, with paper thin characters and plotlines that don’t resolve properly. It abruptly ends at the finale of Route C, and was never finished with a proper ending. Classic is best read after Refresh so you can appreciate where the story came from. As its own story, Classic has too many flaws for anyone to recommend reading first.
This is it. The most important fight of our lives. This will decide who controls the fate of Earth. Satan charged behind a wave of millions of demons, as they screamed and raved, tearing through the passages of Sinai. Already, they had killed twenty angels in a flash who had gotten in their way. The…
Zeus glared down at the old man in front of the throne. "Raphael, I find this hard to believe, but I’ve heard from some very reliable sources that you gave aid to the enemy. You gave them a weapon of considerable power." Raphael yawned as his eyes glazed over. "Mmm. Indeed I did. What of…
The demons around the table listened quietly as Satan stood over the War Table, explaining the plan to them. "We’re going to take the fight to the angels. As long as Hercules has his human pawns, we stand no chance of defeating him in battle. But, if we can at least destroy the angelic threat,…
Satan floated in the air, as he gazed down at the badly mutilated corpse of his former disciple. This wasn’t just a waste, it was a damned tragedy, losing one with such a hopeful future as him. Satan scornfully mourned the passing of Lucifer for a few moments, and then he turned around to face…
Lucifer grinned wickedly as he stood once again, trembling with power. In the blink of an eye, he raised his hand up, quickly casting a spell, as a strange black fog flooded the lands. Shadows were everywhere, and the audience was having a tough time seeing what was going on. Lucifer vanished, then reappeared, then…
Lucifer and Satan faced each other. They were standing out in a meadow some distance from the Fortress of Evil, as millions of imps, scythers, and other such demons watched from the nearby hills, from hastily made platforms, from the air (A few could fly, but only the highly evolved ones) and other such places….
Lucifer leaped through the shadows, as the sun beamed down overhead. It was late day now, and he was quickly drawing near to the ‘fortress of evil’, as it had been nicknamed by its residents. Not exactly a brilliant name, but if it works, it works! As the fortress was buried in the side of…
As Lucifer spoke with Valac, a mental image of his old friend’s face began to form. He could at first see only a vague outline, but as the minutes crawled by and Valac’s mind seemed to gain understanding of his current situation, he became less fuzzy and more pronounced. Soon, the face that spoke in…
Lucifer raced down the halls, running as fast as he could, the pitch black orb of darkness in his hand. While running, he realized that there was still not a single angel anywhere to be seen. It’s so strange, why have they all vanished? Did that geezer order them out of the halls? Perhaps there’s…
As Lucifer pondered who that old man could be, one who appeared defenseless, leaning on an old gnarled cane with a long white beard, dressed in a grey bedraggled robe, a voice spoke out. "I suppose you’ve come to say hello, then." Lucifer’s blood froze, as he heard the voice speak. That voice… it sounded…
