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 My skirt flaps in the wind as I run through a field of wheat. Before me, a juicy snack runs with all her strength, trying desperately to escape my clutches. "Oh my gosh! Slow down, lady!" I call out cheerfully, but for some reason, she doesn’t listen! The panicking woman screams in terror…
Recommended Listening My skirt flaps in the wind as I run through a field of wheat. Before me, a juicy snack runs with all her strength, trying desperately to escape my clutches. "Oh my gosh! Slow down, lady!" I call out cheerfully, but for some reason, she doesn’t listen! The panicking woman screams in terror…
For some reason, standing inside a five-by-five green square makes me uncomfortable. I know my ‘barrier’ is only comprised of lines painted on the platform’s surface, but being forced to stand in a box makes me feel like a lab rat. At this rate, someone is probably going to stick a needle in my ass…
For some reason, standing inside a five-by-five green square makes me uncomfortable. I know my ‘barrier’ is only comprised of lines painted on the platform’s surface, but being forced to stand in a box makes me feel like a lab rat. At this rate, someone is probably going to stick a needle in my ass…
It was only yesterday that I fled for my life from a horde of monsters. Not only had I never seen such creatures in my life, but I’d couldn’t have imagined they existed in such numbers. And now, for the second time, my mind boggles at how many monsters stand before me. Amelia and I…
It was only yesterday that I fled for my life from a horde of monsters. Not only had I never seen such creatures in my life, but I’d couldn’t have imagined they existed in such numbers. And now, for the second time, my mind boggles at how many monsters stand before me. Amelia and I…
Nonchalantly, I step into an interrogation room and walk toward a table. It’s a barebones chamber, constructed hastily with my Wordsmithing. The demon eyeballs me warily as I sit on the opposite side of the table from him. He’s a sturdy-looking fellow with decent muscles, standing just over six feet tall. His tangled black hair…
Nonchalantly, I step into an interrogation room and walk toward a table. It’s a barebones chamber, constructed hastily with my Wordsmithing. The demon eyeballs me warily as I sit on the opposite side of the table from him. He’s a sturdy-looking fellow with decent muscles, standing just over six feet tall. His tangled black hair…
Recommended Listening Beelzebub’s eyes flick over to Grigori’s limp body. I step between him and his ally, using Barbatos’s bulk to form a wall between them. "Here to save thy little friend?" The Duke meets my gaze. "Why should I care about some insignificant nobody? Kill him if you like. I’m a little surprised, though….
Recommended Listening Beelzebub’s eyes flick over to Grigori’s limp body. I step between him and his ally, using Barbatos’s bulk to form a wall between them. "Here to save thy little friend?" The Duke meets my gaze. "Why should I care about some insignificant nobody? Kill him if you like. I’m a little surprised, though….
