Volume I · A memoir · 2026

Origins of a Demon

Forged in trauma, hunted by power. One outlaw’s fight for survival and defiance.

First edition. Published by NFT Demon Holdings LLC. The preview is free. Nothing after this volume is decided.

Book cover: a lone figure walking a snowy city street at night, title Origins of a Demon, author Jeremy NoFucks Ryan.
First edition · 2026Vol. I

Dedication

To Dominique, our lost child, and everyone who survived the ice without a map.

What it is

The backstory the investigations never had.

The book opens sometime in the future, on a stage, with a question the men who kept the file still cannot answer. Then it goes backward. Past the name. Past the campaigns. Into a life that did not leave a clean trail.

01

The wards

Severe rural neglect. Medical abuse under Munchausen by proxy. Pills meant to make a boy quiet. They made a rebel instead.

02

The frozen van

Minnesota winter. A passenger van. A heater that quit. No house. The ice the dedication is talking about.

03

Detroit

Cass Corridor, mid-2000s. The street name was Fuzzbuster. Dominique. Cancer. An ambush. Grief, exile, a psychedelic rebirth.

Origins of a Demon is an unfiltered account of institutional violence, the underworld, and what is left when a system tries to break someone and builds a demon instead. It is not a brand deck. It is the only volume written.

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Chapter · The Frozen Van

Cold does not negotiate.

Cold does not negotiate, and it does not care who you think you are. Minnesota in the dead of winter will take a family that already has nothing and grind that nothing down until the only thing left is breath you can see and metal you cannot touch without pain.

We were in an old passenger van with a heater that coughed, rattled, and then gave up. My mother, my brother, my sister, and me. No house. No backup plan that actually worked. Just a rolling icebox parked wherever we would not get towed for a few hours.

Rural winter homelessness is quieter than the picture on the news. There is no steam grate. There is a two-lane road and a van that conducts the cold the way a skillet conducts heat.

The autobiography

One book is written. The rest is blank.

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Portrait of Jeremy NoFucks Ryan in a navy birthday-script suit, straw fedora, and dark sunglasses.
Jeremy NoFucks Ryan · San Diego

The author

Jeremy NoFucks Ryan

NFT Demon · Segway Jeremy

I was born August 29, 1988, in Dubuque, Iowa. The country met me in 2011 inside the Wisconsin State Capitol, on a Segway, filming an occupation the building had been locked to hide. I founded Defending Wisconsin PAC, ran for secretary of state, the Assembly, and twice in Republican primaries against Paul Ryan.

A jacket, a raid, sixteen months, and a plea the government said was not a terrorism conviction. A federal judge called me uncontrollable. Before any of that became a headline I had already survived brain cancer, and the recovery left me able to draw.

In 2021, under the name NFT Demon, I minted six major collections and was written up as the largest artist on BNB Chain. A blockchain review found Eminem’s wallet on that chain holding three NFTs. All three were mine. In 2024 I sued X Corp. after seven accounts were suspended — including a cancer-community project with a waitlist. I was not interested in being grateful.

Today I run NFT Demon Holdings LLC from San Diego: blockchain, AI, and quantum work that is supposed to ship, six products built in the house, and Patrol Crypto. The consulting site is the firm. This page is the life the firm was built on top of.

The person, not the file

A few frames he kept.

  • Jeremy Ryan in a navy suit covered in gold Birthday script, straw hat and sunglasses, standing under power lines.
    The suit says the part the speeches would not.
  • Jeremy Ryan in a hospital gown and woven hat, tongue out, IV bags behind him.
    Under the machines. Again.
  • Jeremy Ryan beside Tommy Chong, holding a plastic cup.
    With Tommy Chong.
  • Jeremy Ryan crouching with a black-and-white husky whose ears are dyed pink.
    The dogs were never a bit. The collections came after.
  • Jeremy Ryan seated on an ornate wooden throne in camouflage pants and a yellow hat.
    A chair. A joke. A city that tried to file him.
  • Jeremy Ryan in front of a Tint Tek window-tinting billboard at dusk.
    Tint Tek. Madison. The billboard years.
  • Jeremy Ryan in a black hoodie and a mask reading Fuck the Police.
    He did not come to be polite.
  • Jeremy Ryan in a car with a tan dog leaning into the frame, tongue out.
    San Diego. Still not alone.
  • California driver license for Jeremy NoFucks Ryan. The license number is marked out.
    NoFucks, not just his legal middle name, his lifestyle.

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