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?
Raphael closes his eyes and begins to speak. "In the beginning, there was only the Creator and the Void. Then, my Father made me, his first son. He named me Raphael. He gave me light. He showed me the creation of our galaxy. He told me to be fruitful and spread the seed of life."…
Unarin stares off quietly into the distance. His eyes gloss over slightly. "Lucifer. The Demon Emperor of Providence." "For hundreds of millennia, long before we Volgrim marked Earth as a planet worthy of note, we had already explored the limits of our humble galaxy. We had marked thousands of life-bearing worlds with interest." "The species…
Thousands of lightyears away, aboard the Founder’s Spear. Jason slowly sets a datapad on the table between himself and Unarin. He closes his eyes and massages the bridge of his nose and forehead. Several seconds pass as he quietly digests the reading material Unarin gave him. Before long, he pulls his hand away and opens…
Abby skips along gaily while excitedly chattering to Bael about this or that. When they pass through the Warpgate into the Core, several people give Bael dirty looks and vicious glares, no doubt due to his perfect facsimile of Emperor Ose. Even though everyone knows he’s actually Bael, they can’t help feeling resentment over his…
Mara, the Duke of Collection, assists more than two hundred humans in a new construction project as they rapidly build up a brand new apartment complex, just as shiny and beautiful as all the others in the nearby vicinity. This particular structure, located on the northwestern side of the Fortress of Retribution’s outer limits, sits…
Aspirator Raavul guides the next group of students to the front of the class. This time, the ones she calls up are Primal Psions, and their numbers greatly exceed the Body Enhancers, with twenty-seven of them in total, consisting of more than a quarter of her entire class. Hope levitates in the back corner of…
The world of Volgarius, in one of the seemingly infinite stratoscrapers somewhere on the planet. Tired and fed up with the insanely boring bottom-level of Volgrim society, Hope ultimately manages to find a rare moment of privacy. He returns to his human form, then turns himself invisible and ethereal, like a ghost. He uses his…
Jason and Unarin fly and stand at a high vantage point so that they can gaze down upon the comatose body of the Titaness known as Ramma, daughter of the Allmother. At eighty-feet-tall, she is massive, roughly double the size of Zeus during the Ancient Era. When Jason looks at the giant before him, he…
"We cannot stay in Valhalla for long." Unarin says, shooting a pointed glance at the Wordsmith. "This is a world which is hostile to biological life forms. Within just fifty-three of your Terran-minutes, the dimensional space will eject us back to the surface of Grimvolas, right in front of that horde of Dolgrimites. You do…
Tarus II. At the base of the Lazarus Tower. Two weeks after Jason and Kordonis take their leave to travel to Volgarius, the people he left behind don’t remain idle. They continue working, building up humanity’s base of power while also pursuing their long-term strategic goals. Phoebe Hiro stands atop a recently constructed speaker platform,…
