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?
A single Demon Lord, weaker than many of his kind, yet stronger when compared to the vast majority, skulks about Heaven’s battlefield while keeping his head low. This solitary demon keeps a sharp eye on his surroundings. His clothing, little more than matted-together grass and dirt, contrasts with the mud rubbed all over his red…
Beyond the portal in the sky, hundreds of indistinct figures sit at a grand table and gaze upon Heaven’s battlefield. They watch as endless hordes of demons crash against angels, each side ripping one another to shreds. Beyond that, their eyes fixate on the enormous figure of the Hydra, a seventy-three-headed desolate beast whose power…
Valac gapes at the spot where, only moments before, the eldest Archangel hung limp in his grasp. An illusion? How could Raphael have achieved such a feat?! I watched the battle from above and below! He was unconscious for the entire fight! He never had a chance to awaken! However… In a different realm of…
"Nerissa?!" Satan’s eyes bolt open in shock. The woman he’s come to Heaven in the hopes of reviving now stands beside Valac, her body no longer a vibrant, lustrous red. Instead, the pale grey of undead skin clings to her like maggots to rotting flesh. She stares at the ground, her eyes downcast and anxious….
Recommended Listening "Verily, though I stand against the shadow of death… I do not fear his evil!" Camael swings Mjölnir against Valac’s chest, shattering one of his clones into a thousand pieces. Its bonemeal sprays out in a fine mist, coating Heaven’s soil with his putrid essence. Camael whirls to face the Reaper’s two remaining…
Many miles from the battlefield, far from the sounds of angelic steel and demonic magic clashing, the recently vacated city of Nirvana stands like a jewel cast among the pearls of Heaven’s landscape. Like many other cities in Heaven, lavishly designed stone houses sit along a carefully developed road, one formed from flat stones placed…
The Archangel of Courage sizes up his demon opponent warily. Unlike the last time Michael fought Diablo, his former captive has explosively increased his power after advancing to the rank of Emperor. Dangerous energy emits from Diablo, causing Michael’s cockiness to waver. Diablo glances past Michael toward Belial, still in her True Succubus form, gagged…
Recommended Listening Valac’s empty eye sockets gaze upon Heaven’s battlefield. The vision of dozens of his clones detail scenes of chaos to the Reaper, revealing the extent of the war between demons and angels. Losers and victors emerge on both sides. Some beings perish while screaming in pain, while others die resolutely, too proud to…
Raphael gazes at Samael with a mixture of surprise and awe. Dozens of emotions wash over his face as he evaluates Hiraldo’s act of levitating eight rocks at once. Hiraldo possesses the eight Vectors, and he even claims to be Samael, Raphael’s eyes seem to say. What could this turn of events mean? "Hiraldo…" Raphael…
Michael and Belial face off against each other. The succubus crouches low, keeping both of her blade-arms in front of her face to protect herself. She smiles cutely, but a hint of worry trickles in. It’s clear from a single glance that she isn’t underestimating her opponent. "We’ve fought before," Belial says. "Your battle skills…
