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?
"WARNING! THERMONUCLEAR DETONATION DETECTED! SEEK COVER!" Centurion roars in my ear like a tiger howling for blood. My eyes bolt open, and I swivel around to see Beelzebub’s entire body convulsing. "Holy shit! Samantha, look out!" "FIVE SECONDS TO DETONATION. FOUR. THREE…" Instinctively, I aim my mind at Samantha. "SHIELD! SHIELD! SHIELD! SHI-" My mind…
"WARNING! THERMONUCLEAR DETONATION DETECTED! SEEK COVER!" Centurion roars in my ear like a tiger howling for blood. My eyes bolt open, and I swivel around to see Beelzebub’s entire body convulsing. "Holy shit! Samantha, look out!" "FIVE SECONDS TO DETONATION. FOUR. THREE…" Instinctively, I aim my mind at Samantha. "SHIELD! SHIELD! SHIELD! SHI-" My mind…
Every inch of my body trembles as my spiritual energy lowers once again. Dropping to a knee, I pant wildly. "Haah… haaahh…" "You’re doing good, Your Grace," Phoebe says. She kneels next to me and dabs a wet towel against my face, wiping away the boiling hot sweat covering me. I quickly grab the cloth…
Every inch of my body trembles as my spiritual energy lowers once again. Dropping to a knee, I pant wildly. "Haah… haaahh…" "You’re doing good, Your Grace," Phoebe says. She kneels next to me and dabs a wet towel against my face, wiping away the boiling hot sweat covering me. I quickly grab the cloth…
Hoarhiim… Amelia… Blaarjiiim. They’re all dead. I killed them. My boots clomp against the hardened dirt labyrinth floor, echoing into the distance. My thousand-yard stare makes my eyes burn, but I can’t bring myself to blink. The Crown’s mental map says I’ll be arriving at the Core, soon. Another few turns, and I’m there. New…
Hoarhiim… Amelia… Blaarjiiim. They’re all dead. I killed them. My boots clomp against the hardened dirt labyrinth floor, echoing into the distance. My thousand-yard stare makes my eyes burn, but I can’t bring myself to blink. The Crown’s mental map says I’ll be arriving at the Core, soon. Another few turns, and I’m there. New…
Recommended Listening "ARTHUR!! Stand still for two seconds, you little rat!" Diablo pounds his chest and limbs like an angry gorilla. He repeatedly tries to slap the tiny light form dashing around his body, occasionally stabbing and jabbing the Archdemon with spears of light. At one point, Arthur pauses for a moment and stands still,…
Recommended Listening "ARTHUR!! Stand still for two seconds, you little rat!" Diablo pounds his chest and limbs like an angry gorilla. He repeatedly tries to slap the tiny light form dashing around his body, occasionally stabbing and jabbing the Archdemon with spears of light. At one point, Arthur pauses for a moment and stands still,…
I run down the hallways, darting left and right, all the while thinking to myself, that Beelzebub guy was a loon. Not having the Crown of Solomon was a bad idea at first until I realized I could say ‘Map’ and have a chart of the Labyrinth appear in my mind. The downside is that…
I run down the hallways, darting left and right, all the while thinking to myself, that Beelzebub guy was a loon. Not having the Crown of Solomon was a bad idea at first until I realized I could say ‘Map’ and have a chart of the Labyrinth appear in my mind. The downside is that…
