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.
"Scoot over! Come on, move your ass!" Tvoorik gives me a rough shove despite my protests, squeezing me up against a rather large and well-endowed Orc. The bench is jam-packed full of demons, and the entire theater must have around fifty thousand of us. Heck, even the domed ceiling above has various demons crawling around…
The sound of snoring, a slow rise into a loud crescendo, makes me furrow my brow before fluttering my eyes open. It takes a moment, but I quickly realize it isn’t me snoring, but Cassiel. I stare at the back of her head and watch her chest rise and fall, wondering to myself when she…
"Sorry mister Hero, sir, I ain’t know nothin’ ’bout no kid." The middle-aged man tosses his hands up and thumbs his finger back at the church behind him. "The abbey runs an orphanage on the side, but they only gots a dozen kids ‘r so." Cassiel nudges me aside. "What about a man named Lorence?…
Queen moves from E1 to E4. Black’s turn. Bishop moves from F4 to H6, retreating from the sudden appearance of the queen. It’s a trap. How should White respond? Obviously, since I’m playing both sides, I can’t fall into my own trap, but how do I go about avoiding it? Perhaps if I- My thoughts…
"Jason? I’m going to the inner city for a bit. Want to come along?" I nudge the door to our room open and sigh, as I spot him sitting in a chair, with that board game in front of himself again. ‘Chess,’ as he calls it. The room is dark, despite it being the middle…
The tribunal room stretches out before me, rising into a demonstone ceiling carved with the names of past and present lords, dukes, and emperors, alongside their likenesses. Torches made of gold and silver light up along the walls, illuminating the crowd of demons watching the proceedings, all of them seated in the back rows, listening…
A soft knock at the door. Three light taps, as always. At least she’s predictable. "Yes, you may enter, Rosalia." I finish buttoning up my long-sleeved undershirt just as she enters. Immediately, her eyes are drawn to my body, as expected. Every one of my muscles is chiseled to perfection, every facial hair diligently burned…
The third most powerful demon in existence, Diablo, limps down the hallway. His small entourage of a half-dozen guards, ordinarily unnecessary for one of such power as he, have been summoned due to the grievous wounds he suffered at the hands of the Second Emperor, Belial. He almost trips over a small rock, but before…
My eyes blink open to the odd feeling of my ears both being nibbled on. I almost leap out of bed, thinking the sensation is due to earwigs, but as soon as I start to move, I realize my arms are pinned. The sensation stops, and I turn my head in both directions to see…
The flowers are in bloom. Finches chirp in the tree above me, and the sound of wind whistles through a nearby forest, soothing my soul. The sun gently warms the land, and a butterfly flutters over my prone body. I reach up and rest my head on my hand, staring at the cloud formations above….
