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 crude stone knife nearly five-feet long rests firmly in my grasp, allowing me to shave the bark off an uprooted tree. I glance to my right and spot four Titanesses silently carving various figures and shapes into their section of the log. All four are naked, but none are particularly attractive. Their fat bodies…
A crude stone knife nearly five-feet long rests firmly in my grasp, allowing me to shave the bark off an uprooted tree. I glance to my right and spot four Titanesses silently carving various figures and shapes into their section of the log. All four are naked, but none are particularly attractive. Their fat bodies…
I appear inside of Uzziel’s body once again, and lightly tap Uriel’s unconscious face as she rests in my lap. "Uriel… wake up, sister. Please." Uriel mumbles something incoherent. "Nnn- mngh…" Lifting my head, I scan my surroundings. Several dozen naked Titans surround me, each one twenty-five to fifty feet tall. Hercules is the only…
I appear inside of Uzziel’s body once again, and lightly tap Uriel’s unconscious face as she rests in my lap. "Uriel… wake up, sister. Please." Uriel mumbles something incoherent. "Nnn- mngh…" Lifting my head, I scan my surroundings. Several dozen naked Titans surround me, each one twenty-five to fifty feet tall. Hercules is the only…
"Satan! Come quickly. We’re under attack!" I materialize inside Satan’s mind as he turns to face a young Demon Lord. Despite the fellow’s low rank, his appearance is surprisingly fearsome, with hawk-like eyes, a slender, muscular build, and war-paint splotched all over his body. He wears bones all over his body, as a necklace, as…
"Satan! Come quickly. We’re under attack!" I materialize inside Satan’s mind as he turns to face a young Demon Lord. Despite the fellow’s low rank, his appearance is surprisingly fearsome, with hawk-like eyes, a slender, muscular build, and war-paint splotched all over his body. He wears bones all over his body, as a necklace, as…
"Jason! Jason, are you alright?!" I wake up on my back. Solomon hovers over me, along with all three Archangels. They scan my face, looking for signs of distress. Ugh. The top of my head throbs like a motherfucker. What happened?" The Archangels pull back, giving me space. Solomon rises to his feet. "You’re lucky…
"Jason! Jason, are you alright?!" I wake up on my back. Solomon hovers over me, along with all three Archangels. They scan my face, looking for signs of distress. Ugh. The top of my head throbs like a motherfucker. What happened?" The Archangels pull back, giving me space. Solomon rises to his feet. "You’re lucky…
"Discontent among the demons, huh?" I reappear at the bonfire and ask a question immediately as the Archangels come into focus. Solomon nods. "Things weren’t peaches and cream at first. The demons had many growing pains as they tried to adapt to life on Earth. It might not be immediately obvious, but aside from losing…
"Discontent among the demons, huh?" I reappear at the bonfire and ask a question immediately as the Archangels come into focus. Solomon nods. "Things weren’t peaches and cream at first. The demons had many growing pains as they tried to adapt to life on Earth. It might not be immediately obvious, but aside from losing…
