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?
I finish soldering a new component onto the front of my truck right as Samantha bounces over to me. She beams me a smile filled with sunshine and kittens. "Hey, Phoebe! What are you up to?" Standing on a stool hunched over my truck, I glance through my welding mask at her scantily-clad figure only…
I finish soldering a new component onto the front of my truck right as Samantha bounces over to me. She beams me a smile filled with sunshine and kittens. "Hey, Phoebe! What are you up to?" Standing on a stool hunched over my truck, I glance through my welding mask at her scantily-clad figure only…
Satan. The former First Emperor of demonkind. I pull myself to my feet shakily. My spherical vision gives me a good look at the Devil as he approaches. Huge, seven-inch horns stick out of his head. A suit similar to Beelzebub’s, but unbuttoned and missing a tie, gives him a much more casual and relaxed…
Satan. The former First Emperor of demonkind. I pull myself to my feet shakily. My spherical vision gives me a good look at the Devil as he approaches. Huge, seven-inch horns stick out of his head. A suit similar to Beelzebub’s, but unbuttoned and missing a tie, gives him a much more casual and relaxed…
Recommended Listening Jason stares blankly at Amelia as she takes a step back. "You brought this upon yourself." In his hand, a sword of pure blackness forms. It’s a weapon familiar to Amelia, one she saw long ago when Joan tore her to shreds. Catherine. The Sword From Heaven. "No! No!!" Amelia shrieks as she…
Recommended Listening Jason stares blankly at Amelia as she takes a step back. "You brought this upon yourself." In his hand, a sword of pure blackness forms. It’s a weapon familiar to Amelia, one she saw long ago when Joan tore her to shreds. Catherine. The Sword From Heaven. "No! No!!" Amelia shrieks as she…
Recommended Listening 1423. The young girl bows before an altar, prayer beads in hand. She sends her thoughts to the man on the cross above her. Dear God in Heaven, holiest of the holy… I ask for good fortune upon my family. I ask for your blessing upon my village. I ask that the demons…
Recommended Listening 1423. The young girl bows before an altar, prayer beads in hand. She sends her thoughts to the man on the cross above her. Dear God in Heaven, holiest of the holy… I ask for good fortune upon my family. I ask for your blessing upon my village. I ask that the demons…
I step out of my room and click the door behind me, adjusting my leather chest armor to a better angle. I don’t need to wear it around the city, but I always feel exposed without its protection enveloping me. Stepping outside, I look up into the sky and smile. Snow lightly sprinkles down on…
I step out of my room and click the door behind me, adjusting my leather chest armor to a better angle. I don’t need to wear it around the city, but I always feel exposed without its protection enveloping me. Stepping outside, I look up into the sky and smile. Snow lightly sprinkles down on…
