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 Rosalia slowly cracks open the mahogany doors to my luxurious inner chamber. After poking her head around the corner, she whispers, "M-Mister Beelzebub? Are you in here?" Everything hurts. I clutch the wound at my side, pressing the cloth covered in a styptic agent against it. Black energy still leaks from the open…
Recommended Listening Rosalia slowly cracks open the mahogany doors to my luxurious inner chamber. After poking her head around the corner, she whispers, "M-Mister Beelzebub? Are you in here?" Everything hurts. I clutch the wound at my side, pressing the cloth covered in a styptic agent against it. Black energy still leaks from the open…
If we were to travel in a straight line, Amelia and I might only be a few miles from my cryopod room. Sadly, the Labyrinth is a twisted maze of right and left turns, heading up and down in many random directions. After two hours of walking, Amelia and I take yet another nonsensical right…
If we were to travel in a straight line, Amelia and I might only be a few miles from my cryopod room. Sadly, the Labyrinth is a twisted maze of right and left turns, heading up and down in many random directions. After two hours of walking, Amelia and I take yet another nonsensical right…
Yawning mightily, I stretch my arms out and blink my eyes open. The sound of trickling water nearby catches my attention, along with a distant banging, like a spoon on a pan. I start to lean forward, and my back pops satisfyingly, stunning me for a second. I think I just had the best sleep…
Yawning mightily, I stretch my arms out and blink my eyes open. The sound of trickling water nearby catches my attention, along with a distant banging, like a spoon on a pan. I start to lean forward, and my back pops satisfyingly, stunning me for a second. I think I just had the best sleep…
I’m tired. I want to sleep forever. I don’t want to deal with reality or the fate of the universe. Everything sucks. … "My queen." Blaarjiim’s voice appears in my mind. "My queen. It is time. You must awaken." I don’t wanna. "Your life is in danger, my queen. While you rested, the demons unleashed…
I’m tired. I want to sleep forever. I don’t want to deal with reality or the fate of the universe. Everything sucks. … "My queen." Blaarjiim’s voice appears in my mind. "My queen. It is time. You must awaken." I don’t wanna. "Your life is in danger, my queen. While you rested, the demons unleashed…
Three days have passed. It’s time. Beelzebub rolls his eyes as he and Rosalia walk through the halls of the Labyrinth. The demoness with the appearance deficit prattles on and on about this and that, often shouting excitedly. "And when we get to Hell Harbor, there’ll be servants and cake! Lots of cake! Don’t you…
Three days have passed. It’s time. Beelzebub rolls his eyes as he and Rosalia walk through the halls of the Labyrinth. The demoness with the appearance deficit prattles on and on about this and that, often shouting excitedly. "And when we get to Hell Harbor, there’ll be servants and cake! Lots of cake! Don’t you…
