Glyphnax had finally reached his ultimate goal, they had emancipated themselves from their infernal patron after centuries of servitude. The world was theirs for the taking and power akin to a god was within their grasp. And then a bunch of uppity adventurers ruined everything. One botched teleport spell later and suddenly Glyphnax, High Warlock of the 7th circle and master diabolist was floating in an endless cold void. It took them all their might to ensure that they did not die in that cold and airless space before they were knocked unconscious from the strain.

Waking up from that was no blessing either as They suddenly where in a world of science and space travel. Magic has long since been disproven as a force in that universe and Glyphnax near god-level powers have been reduced to a mere shade of what they were before. Strange blue boxes with arbitrary numbers and statistics fill up his vision and his stranded on a strange ship manned by Humans and other weirder creatures. They now have to deal with the dangers of space, megalomaniacal currier corporations, ancient cyborg hordes and an overly concerned AI with abandonment issues.