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?
Recommended listening or No-Vocals Version Laying on my back in the grassy field, I trace my finger against the clouds in the sky. "La la la… la la la…" A hot, stale breeze blows across the plains. The breeze pulls dried leaves into the air, blowing them past me one by one. Each leaf drifts…
Recommended listening or No-Vocals Version Laying on my back in the grassy field, I trace my finger against the clouds in the sky. "La la la… la la la…" A hot, stale breeze blows across the plains. The breeze pulls dried leaves into the air, blowing them past me one by one. Each leaf drifts…
The bonfire appears once more. I materialize before the Archangels and Solomon with a hundred thoughts bubbling in my mind. Immediately, Raphael notices the distress on my face. "What is the problem, young Hero?" I stare at him for a moment, then turn my attention to Michael. "You tortured the demons. Brutally." Michael, still sitting…
The bonfire appears once more. I materialize before the Archangels and Solomon with a hundred thoughts bubbling in my mind. Immediately, Raphael notices the distress on my face. "What is the problem, young Hero?" I stare at him for a moment, then turn my attention to Michael. "You tortured the demons. Brutally." Michael, still sitting…
Leaving Uzziel’s body behind, I travel across Heaven to an unknown location. As my eyes open, I notice my new host has a considerable height difference compared to Uzziel: I’m at least a foot taller than before. A dark room swallows the faint glow emanating from my body, while a single torch hangs on the…
Leaving Uzziel’s body behind, I travel across Heaven to an unknown location. As my eyes open, I notice my new host has a considerable height difference compared to Uzziel: I’m at least a foot taller than before. A dark room swallows the faint glow emanating from my body, while a single torch hangs on the…
This time, when the vision concludes and I return to the bonfire, I’m the first to speak. "Samael ended up inside of Satan, after all?" The three Archangels sit silently for several seconds, each of them gazing into the fire dismally. A range of emotions passes over their faces, from sorrow to regret. Raphael clears…
This time, when the vision concludes and I return to the bonfire, I’m the first to speak. "Samael ended up inside of Satan, after all?" The three Archangels sit silently for several seconds, each of them gazing into the fire dismally. A range of emotions passes over their faces, from sorrow to regret. Raphael clears…
Beelzebub and Rosalia slowly walk behind Bael and Mephisto. They watch as the massive demon whispers to his undead colleague conspiratorially. "Mephisto is an interesting Duke," Rosalia murmurs. "He looks like a freaky undead monster, but he has feelings, likes and dislikes, things of that sort. I always thought he was just some creepy necrophiliac."…
Beelzebub and Rosalia slowly walk behind Bael and Mephisto. They watch as the massive demon whispers to his undead colleague conspiratorially. "Mephisto is an interesting Duke," Rosalia murmurs. "He looks like a freaky undead monster, but he has feelings, likes and dislikes, things of that sort. I always thought he was just some creepy necrophiliac."…
