A young man named Jason Hiro is depressed and feels as if his life is aimless, thus he volunteers to enter a cryogenics program so his body will at least be useful for science. He wakes up 100,000 years in the future, only to discover that humanity has gone nearly extinct, the humans who remain are all slaves, and the slave masters are the Demons. Humans are nothing more than chattel for their new overlords.
Demons now rule the galaxy, but Jason discovers he has a unique power called Wordsmithing, a magic which descends from the legends of King Arthur and Solomon, one that can rewrite the fabric of reality based on his imagination and cast by speaking a single Word of Power. Will Jason be able to uplift and save humanity? Or will the forces of evil prove too powerful to overcome?
"The ancient angels teach us that love and acceptance are core to spreading the faith of the Divine across human civilization." A beautiful black-haired woman says, as she stands before a church filled with people listening intently to her words. Most of the seats, save a few scattered spots at random, have been filled with…
Back inside the Hall of Heroes, Amelia and her three children walk through the labyrinthine layout of the special dimension quickly, bee-lining toward the Hall of Queens, where several Queen Network nodes have been constructed. As one of the most reliable ways to train and gain battle experience, the Queen Network has exploded in popularity…
Hope teleports Neil and Linda to the landing platform of the Founder’s Thumb on the world of Volgarius. The moment they arrive, the husband and wife duo pause for a few moments to get their bearings while turning and looking around themselves. An island of foliage forms a green barrier separating the Founder’s Fingers from…
While 7 months have passed in Realspace, 58 years have passed in the Hall of Heroes. Hope Hiro, and the other denizens who have entered extreme time dilation, have not spent those years idly. The Plague is an ever-present threat. Despite its significantly slowed-down movements, it has become a hundred, if not a thousand times…
Seven months, or a little more than half a year, pass in Realspace. With its first period of peace following Jason Hiro’s awakening in the Cryopod seven years earlier, Humanity obtains a short but sweet period of breathing room to grow. Under ordinary circumstances, seven months wouldn’t mean much. Even children conceived at the start…
While Jason, Fiona, Rebecca, and the other people living inside Chrona work to improve humanity’s future, their counterparts in the Hall of Heroes also take the upcoming transitional period seriously, treating it as a potential turning point in humanity’s future. If the Wordsmiths do not rise to the challenge of preparing humanity for the Plague’s…
Fiona lowers her head as a fluctuation of energy surges through Chrona’s worldspace for a split-second. She steps out of the Spynet Sphere, where she finds a person she’s been waiting to appear for the past several days. "Jason." She says with a faint smile. "You’re back." "For the foreseeable future." Jason confirms. "I visited…
While the humans are rejoicing over the rise of Henry and mourning the loss of 10,000 good soldiers, the demons find themselves in a truly miserable state of affairs. Not one demon, except for perhaps Abby, the Baron of Happy Thoughts, is in a good headspace. All the Demon Deities enter the Labyrinth, traveling to…
After Jason and Hope depart, Henry finds himself momentarily stranded alone at the Northern Base. This short period of isolation disappears quickly once the other soldiers notice the two Wordsmiths have disappeared. As if responding to an unknown Henry-Signal, more then ten thousand men and women descend upon Henry and surround him, cheering wildly. "Henry!"…
"My fault?" Jason asks, as he looks Hope in the eye. "My fault? You’re going to play the blame game here and now, after this colossal fuck-up? This was YOUR operation! You were supposed to be supporting the invasion force from the rear! I barely got back in time to start teleporting everyone to Yardris!…
