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?
Phoebe’s heart pounds like a thousand galloping stallions. The women quickly shuffle into her house, but only after Phoebe shuts the door does a faint feeling of relief wash over her. A panic attack immediately follows. Trembling violently, Phoebe clutches her chest, gasping for breath as sweat and terror drench her body. She shivers and…
Phoebe’s heart pounds like a thousand galloping stallions. The women quickly shuffle into her house, but only after Phoebe shuts the door does a faint feeling of relief wash over her. A panic attack immediately follows. Trembling violently, Phoebe clutches her chest, gasping for breath as sweat and terror drench her body. She shivers and…
"Jason? Oh my gosh! Jason!" Phoebe stumbles away from Samantha’s joyful reunion with Satan and over to Jason’s limp form. His armor, cracked from Satan’s vicious assault, slowly heals his body as the magic inside draws from his mana. She rubs her temple and winces while leaning closer to the man she loves. Jason blinks…
"Jason? Oh my gosh! Jason!" Phoebe stumbles away from Samantha’s joyful reunion with Satan and over to Jason’s limp form. His armor, cracked from Satan’s vicious assault, slowly heals his body as the magic inside draws from his mana. She rubs her temple and winces while leaning closer to the man she loves. Jason blinks…
"Gah!" I let out an involuntary yelp as Phoebe drives the wooden sword straight into my gut, knocks me flat on my ass, and sprains my tailbone in the process. "God, Jesus, fuck! I think I hit a rock!" Phoebe stiffens. "Your Grace! Are you alright?!" I nod despite the tears rolling down my face….
"Gah!" I let out an involuntary yelp as Phoebe drives the wooden sword straight into my gut, knocks me flat on my ass, and sprains my tailbone in the process. "God, Jesus, fuck! I think I hit a rock!" Phoebe stiffens. "Your Grace! Are you alright?!" I nod despite the tears rolling down my face….
My stomach churns. My mind spins. It takes all of my concentration to break away from the scene of horror before me, and to speak a word of power. "Take." A moment later, Hoarhiim’s orb appears in my hand, and I retract my vision from the grassy field to return to my body. I’m sickened….
My stomach churns. My mind spins. It takes all of my concentration to break away from the scene of horror before me, and to speak a word of power. "Take." A moment later, Hoarhiim’s orb appears in my hand, and I retract my vision from the grassy field to return to my body. I’m sickened….
Recommended Listening The prattling and babbling of the women in my life often seems neverending. If it isn’t the she-ogre following me around and fawning after me with a vile look in her eyes, it’s the she-devil who stands a little too close to me for my liking as we travel the Labyrinth’s halls. Ose,…
Recommended Listening The prattling and babbling of the women in my life often seems neverending. If it isn’t the she-ogre following me around and fawning after me with a vile look in her eyes, it’s the she-devil who stands a little too close to me for my liking as we travel the Labyrinth’s halls. Ose,…
