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?
The whirrs and clicks of machinery around us, while irritating at first, are easy enough to ignore once I tune them out. Hans’ laboratory serves as the forefront of humanity’s research and development, allowing us to improve and iterate on our technological progress, thus elevating our species by leaps and bounds. He’s on a well-earned…
The whirrs and clicks of machinery around us, while irritating at first, are easy enough to ignore once I tune them out. Hans’ laboratory serves as the forefront of humanity’s research and development, allowing us to improve and iterate on our technological progress, thus elevating our species by leaps and bounds. He’s on a well-earned…
My heart stops for three seconds. Amelia stares at me silently. The wind sweeps across the plains, blowing dead leaves and grass between us. "Die?" Amelia asks. "Are you trying to kill me with Wordsmithing?" One of my fingers twitches. A bead of sweat drips from my forehead to my chin. I yell again. "DIE!!"…
My heart stops for three seconds. Amelia stares at me silently. The wind sweeps across the plains, blowing dead leaves and grass between us. "Die?" Amelia asks. "Are you trying to kill me with Wordsmithing?" One of my fingers twitches. A bead of sweat drips from my forehead to my chin. I yell again. "DIE!!"…
The walls of Meldora, little more than low-quality bricks slapped together with mud, stand a mere seven-feet tall. Hope peeks out from the forest and squints at the four-dozen orcs milling about outside the city’s gate. Alongside them are several goblins and even a harpy perched on the wall. She doesn’t have a good foothold…
The walls of Meldora, little more than low-quality bricks slapped together with mud, stand a mere seven-feet tall. Hope peeks out from the forest and squints at the four-dozen orcs milling about outside the city’s gate. Alongside them are several goblins and even a harpy perched on the wall. She doesn’t have a good foothold…
Bael slaps his belly. "Come on, Grigori! What’s the holdup? I ain’t got all day." Beelzebub, Rosalia, Mephisto, and Bael all wait impatiently while Diablo’s personal Warper creases his brow. "Please, if you’d be so kind, give me another minute or two. Traveling to Hell Harbor isn’t like traveling to other worlds. The magic restrictions…
Bael slaps his belly. "Come on, Grigori! What’s the holdup? I ain’t got all day." Beelzebub, Rosalia, Mephisto, and Bael all wait impatiently while Diablo’s personal Warper creases his brow. "Please, if you’d be so kind, give me another minute or two. Traveling to Hell Harbor isn’t like traveling to other worlds. The magic restrictions…
"Welcome to Maiura, Your Majesty," The soldier on the other side of the portal says with a nod. Hope blushes. "Ah, sorry, you have me confused with Jason. I’m his clone. He’s the king." The guard blinks twice. "Oh, sorry. I couldn’t… err…" "Tell me apart. Right. I get that a lot." Hope inhales deeply,…
"Welcome to Maiura, Your Majesty," The soldier on the other side of the portal says with a nod. Hope blushes. "Ah, sorry, you have me confused with Jason. I’m his clone. He’s the king." The guard blinks twice. "Oh, sorry. I couldn’t… err…" "Tell me apart. Right. I get that a lot." Hope inhales deeply,…
