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.
The demons gathered around, chittering and chattering excitedly as their almighty leader strode forwards confidently through the hall and up to his throne at the top of the war council room. His face projected no emotion. But his body language projected fearlessness and power. "W-we are so unworthy of your presence, great lord Satan, nyahahaha!"…
Aaron surveyed the remnants of the battlefield. Bodies of humans, demons, and angels lie everywhere. Bits and pieces of arms, legs, weapons, you name it, they were strewn all over the place. He stopped at a particularly disgusting corpse that had been mutilated worse than many of the others. It had large gashes torn all…
I walked along with my child, a boy of youthful stature but with a strong aura about him. "He will lead the tribe one day.", that is what the village guru had told me. Aaron was my oldest boy of my 6 children, and I treasured him above the others. A father should not pick…
I swallowed hard, as I stared at Hoarhiim’s orb. It was silver, and completely dull. The silver looked almost like an unimaginably thick cloud had gathered inside his container. Phoebe gasped as she saw him. "Oh… oh my… I’m so sorry… I just left for a moment but I didn’t… he’s…" She had her hand…
Nobody at the table wanted to speak first. This was truly unprecedented. They all just stared wordlessly at the report placed in front of them, as they flipped through the pages. A full report of the battle between Amelia/Blaarjiim and Slayer/Hoarhiim. Finally, Diablo broke the silence. "This is… unprecedented." Agares nodded. "This level of destruction……
I awoke suddenly, face down on a cold marble floor. The room I am in is dark, with only a single light source illuminating everything. Of course, I can’t see light due to my blindness, but this was a light source that was perceivable due to it being spiritual energy. "Hoarhiim!" I yelled in surprise…
As I returned to my body, I gazed around, looking for Hero. "Wow! Great job! You must have really destroyed him! I can’t even see a trace of his body anywhere!" Blaarjiim was unusually silent. Usually he’d be saying something like It was but a trifle, my queen, or I need no praise from you,…
My opponent took his hand off mine, and aimed it up in the sky. " SUPERNOVA! " … Nothing happened. " Ha… haha! That’s it then, eh? " I felt a tremendous amount of energy release from his body, the amount seemed to be nearly every ounce of power that he possessed, only a trickle…
Our attacks were thunderous. Every impact made the sound of a small bomb going off. Our fists and weapons collided faster than the speed of sound. If I took a hit, Blaarjiim took a hit. We really are still evenly matched. I paused for a second to catch my breath, and Blaarjiim did at the…
I stared mindlessly at the fighting going on in front of me. Through a cruel twist of fate, a mere human had imprisoned my soul and body in his grasp. I cannot move under my own willpower anymore. I cannot speak, move, or otherwise interact with anything. I simply stare out of my eyes, unblinkingly….
