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?
Inside the Labyrinth Core. The King of All Monsters releases a sigh of boredom as he drags another fifty weakling monsters into an early grave. The ground opens up beneath them, engulfing their bodies with the viscosity of quicksand. The last sounds the poor creatures ever utter are cries for mercy. But sadly, for them,…
The sun rises on Tarus II, spreading its warmth across the planet’s surface. As the start of a mild, mid-summer’s day, most people might feel obligated to pause and take a deep breath, inhaling nature’s scent. Compared to the world humanity once originated on, Earth, Tarus II possesses a universally mild climate, aside from its…
Kar, the Monster King, slaps aside a dozen minotaurs and orcs with the ease of a father spanking his children. The morale of the invading monsters plummets as they realize they can’t hope to deal with just the one, singular crocodile in their midst. However, their sentiments reverse as the Duke of Inferno’s mana rushes…
Hundreds of monsters funnel through the fifty-foot-wide corridor leading to the Labyrinth Core. Orcs, Grez, and Minotaurs all bellow warcries, while their accompanying allies, the Harpies and Goblins, chirp and chitter amongst themselves. Behind all of them, and behind the walls of skeletons making up the backline, a Demon Emperor and Duke stand idly, their…
From the innermost depths of Hell, a flood of Grez four times bigger than the first wave barrels toward the Labyrinth Core. Behind them, countless orcs, goblins, harpies and skeletons join together to create a balanced array of talents. They rush down the great hallway leading to the Core and leap through the swung-open double…
Attention: All Core personnel. Demonic activity has been detected in sector 2. Alert! Threat level has now risen to yellow. Attention: All Core personnel. Demonic activity has been detected in sectors 2 and 3. Mobilize immediately. Take your positions at your battle stations. This is not a drill. Execute lockdown procedure Neil Foxtrot Alpha. Warning!…
Shadows shift. Specters skulk. Within the Labyrinth’s recesses, an army stomps the floor, creating thunderous footsteps and shaking Hell’s foundations. Despair follows in their wake. Goblins, orcs, skeletons, and a host of other monsters march together while forming orderly ranks. Each species keeps to its own cluster, allowing the most durable among them to take…
After the conclusion of the Tarus II meeting, the gathered elites spend only a few minutes chatting with one another before taking their leave. Kar and Neil spare a few words, before the reptile king and his wife eventually head off after Phoebe and Belial. Doctor Fathy travels to the Core to deal with some…
Tarus II, midday. A crowd of soldiers, 20,000 people deep, stands in a large open area within the warpgate encampment. As humanity’s capital world, and the place where one of the Wordsmiths lives, it holds a special spot in every human’s heart. While most humans don’t originate from Tarus II, and many in fact came…
The world of Maiura, at the Wordsmith’s residence. A woman with the appearance of someone in her late twenties sits on a hand-carved bench in a large courtyard. The dwindling sunlight hints at the arrival of night-time, as the shadows cast from nearby trees stretch and lengthen. Outside the walls of the Wordsmith’s manor, terrible…
