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Authority: Unregistered
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Ongoing, First published Mar 01
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Nox Caelis died a failure, clutching the body of the boy who had bled out just to buy him a few more seconds of life.

Then he woke up.

The world is still quiet, but Nox knows the clock is ticking. He remembers how the sky peels back like a wound. He remembers the Gates dropping from the clouds and the "Authorities" that stepped through them-beings straight out of nightmare and myth. Archangels, war gods, and ancient primordials who treated humanity like an ant hill.

But something is different this time. When the System scans Nox to slot him into a neat little category, it glitches.

Authority: Unregistered.

The gods are coming back to finish what they started, but they're walking into a trap. Nox isn't just preparing for the apocalypse anymore; he's becoming the one thing the System can't control.

This time, he isn't the one who needs protecting.
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18 year old Seven is the pride of 12th Street. With a 4.0 GPA, a clean record, and a future that stretches far beyond the projects, she's the "good girl" everyone points to. She lives her life by the book, tucked safely behind the protection of her brother, Serge, and the iron gate of her porch. She's a goldfish in a shark tank, and she knows it. But the walls Serge built are starting to feel thin. Ghost is the first crack in her foundation. He's Serge's right hand, a man who has known Seven since she was in pigtails. He's respectful, steady, and moves through their house with a silent, predatory grace. He knows the "don't touch" policy better than anyone, but the way he watches her from the kitchen door tells a different story. He's the familiar danger, the one who's always there, whispering that he sees the woman she's becoming. Then there is Lucky. If Ghost is the fire, Lucky is the cold, dark eclipse. As the man who runs the neighborhood, he doesn't come inside, and he doesn't play by anyone's rules, not even Serge's. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to, his presence is a loud enough statement. Seven is caught in the crosshairs of two different kinds of power. One man is her brother's best friend who respects the house, the other is the street legend who intends to own it. On 12th Street, loyalty is everything... but some temptations are worth the war.