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?
"Lady Berthold. The King requires your presence at the Round Table." The militiaman bows his head as Phoebe, the leader of the Silver Battalion, enters. She, in turn, sheathes her sword. "Thank you, Private. I will leave at once." Phoebe examines her wooden training dummy to see how deep her strikes have cut. As usual,…
"Lady Berthold. The King requires your presence at the Round Table." The militiaman bows his head as Phoebe, the leader of the Silver Battalion, enters. She, in turn, sheathes her sword. "Thank you, Private. I will leave at once." Phoebe examines her wooden training dummy to see how deep her strikes have cut. As usual,…
Recommended Listening "A valiant effort, Satan," Hoarhiim whispers. "But ultimately, your struggle will prove fruitless." A five-hundred-foot wall of water tears across the landscape at over three hundred miles an hour. Hoarhiim glances down at his brother, Blaarjiim, whose limbs are bound together. Blaarjiim rolls around in the crater below, struggling to break free. "This…
Recommended Listening "A valiant effort, Satan," Hoarhiim whispers. "But ultimately, your struggle will prove fruitless." A five-hundred-foot wall of water tears across the landscape at over three hundred miles an hour. Hoarhiim glances down at his brother, Blaarjiim, whose limbs are bound together. Blaarjiim rolls around in the crater below, struggling to break free. "This…
It doesn’t take long before I end up sitting cross-legged on the ground, mindlessly tracing circles on the smooth dirt floor with my finger. My mind churns through hundreds of thoughts, one after the other, while I try to figure out a way out of this mess. Hoarhiim and Blaarjiim’s orbs sit a few feet…
It doesn’t take long before I end up sitting cross-legged on the ground, mindlessly tracing circles on the smooth dirt floor with my finger. My mind churns through hundreds of thoughts, one after the other, while I try to figure out a way out of this mess. Hoarhiim and Blaarjiim’s orbs sit a few feet…
Recommended Listening The smiling face of evil lurks in the shadows of my mind. "You would kill, hmm? It appears that this ‘peat-zuh’ you speak of must be incredibly valuable. Few mortals would shed blood for anything less than the object of their dreams." I stare at the orb dumbly for a moment. This guy…
Recommended Listening The smiling face of evil lurks in the shadows of my mind. "You would kill, hmm? It appears that this ‘peat-zuh’ you speak of must be incredibly valuable. Few mortals would shed blood for anything less than the object of their dreams." I stare at the orb dumbly for a moment. This guy…
Upon awakening, my eyes flutter open, and a yawn escapes my mouth. I gaze at the ceiling for several seconds as memories of the previous day enter my mind. After being chased by monsters and stumbling onto a magical orb of light, I was so exhausted that I slept like an anvil. Not even a…
Upon awakening, my eyes flutter open, and a yawn escapes my mouth. I gaze at the ceiling for several seconds as memories of the previous day enter my mind. After being chased by monsters and stumbling onto a magical orb of light, I was so exhausted that I slept like an anvil. Not even a…
