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?
Creeeeak. The prison door marked ‘Forbidden’ slowly opens. Its ancient, rusted hinges squeal as if suffering from arthritis. Two commandos step into the room and swivel their guns toward a dark corner. "What in the name of-?!" The first trooper shouts in shock. His eyes fixate on the figure laying on her side, curling against…
Jason pauses at the edge of the anti-magic bubble surrounding Faith’s End. While his eyes easily peer forward into the darkness, aided heavily by the improved visual sensors in his exosuit, his omnivision completely vanishes at the bubble’s edge, unable to penetrate it. The Wordsmith sucks in a quiet breath. "Alright. Here goes." He steps…
A small army, 5,000 strong, consisting of male and female humans, monsters, and even a few scattered demons, makes their way into the Labyrinth. Led by humanity’s Hero, the Wordsmith, they begin a tactical assault on the unsuspecting Labyrinthian denizens while slowly and steadily advancing toward the halls of Faith’s End, Hell’s primary prison. Jason…
An endless blackness stretches out in all directions. Darkness. A void encompassing the spectrum of infinity, beyond the sight of any mere mortal. So vast is its scope that if one had an eternity, they could never comprehend the possibility of it lacking a border. In this vast void, a single figure hangs, unmoving. Beelzebub….
Ten hours later, Jason and Phoebe finish assembling a small but lethal army of humanity’s remaining elite commandos, few as they are. After explaining the situation to them, the Hero ends up with General Chadwick, Lieutenant Samuel, Corporal Hurent, Belial, and even Yamir, the minotaur cook. In addition to these leaders, five thousand human commandos…
Elsewhere in the cosmos, on the planet Tarus II. A midday sun hangs atop the horizon, warming the planet to a comfortable spring-time temperature. Humans, monsters, and a few scattered demons work together to rebuild the ruins of the former Hero City, now named the Fortress of Retribution. While some haul away broken rubble, others…
Despite the relative weakness of Uriel’s Golems, their sheer quantity allows them to outnumber the less-than half-dozen Emperors present by fifty-to-one. With Gorn and Fenrir dead, only Lupus, Wolfram, and Yardrat remain on the battlefield, while the two Ancient Orcs directly combat Uriel. Serena keeps her distance, since her abilities don’t allow her to directly…
Emperor Gorn and Emperor Fenrir both die instantly, far faster than anyone around them could have imagined. Uriel’s seemingly weak and useless Holy Constructs somehow end their lives with one move, causing their auras to vanish and the other Emperors to spin around and look at them in shock. Emperor Serena, Gorn’s consort, quickly moves…
Half a minute earlier. Raphael, the Archangel of Wisdom, and Michael, the Archangel of Courage, assist their sister in combating the many Demon Emperors arrayed around them. While Uriel suffers the attacks of over half a dozen Emperors in unison, the two errant Archangel souls in her body manipulate two of the constructs she has…
The darkness of night covers one of Hell Harbor’s miniature continents, the one upon which the Hidden Emperors have decided to gather for their meeting. However, amidst the darkness, a single radiant light shines like a star, illuminating the area around it for several miles. Uriel, the Archangel of Retribution, cackles evilly as she holds…
