The year is 2099. Earth is fractured—not just politically or socially, but spiritually and cosmologically.
What used to be myth has bled into reality. Portals now flicker across skies. Cities once standing have merged with forgotten ruins from Hell. Governments gave way to guilds, empires, and entities that answer to no mortal code.
And somewhere, across the battle-scorched border of what was once Eastern Europe, a tear opens in the sky.
From that void steps a cloaked figure.
Black coat rippling in the ether. Gold trim glinting against the broken sun. A katana rests at his back—curved and ancient, humming with celestial frequency. At his side, a revolver of impossible metal, forged with symbols not from this world.
He wears a mask: obsidian and gold, with no eye holes—yet he sees everything.
They call him Author.
He has no known age. No official record. No family. And yet his name is whispered in both hellish taverns and celestial archives.
He is the most wanted entity in both realms—not for his crimes, but for what he knows.
He is not from this timeline.
He exists across many.
And he's here—for the rewrite.
From a nearby cliff, Author surveys a collapsing stronghold. In the distance, two men clash with force enough to sunder sky.
Ares Kaelion, the Immortal Gatekeeper of Heaven's Key.
Lucian Kaelion, his younger brother turned betrayer.
The ground below shakes as fire and shadow collide. Ares is ageless, strong beyond measure, and yet—the strain of destiny is visible. Lucian has grown more powerful than he should be.
Author watches. He does not interfere.
Author (muttering): "It always begins with family... then ends with blood."
He pulls out a journal—pages scorched at the edges, some written in dead languages. Symbols float off the paper like heat waves.
With a touch, he updates it—recording the fracture in the timeline caused by Lucian's rebellion.
This is not how the story was supposed to unfold.
But Author doesn't stop it. Not yet.
He watches the blade rise. He watches Syra—barely a teen—step from the shadows.
He closes the book.
Author: "Initiation complete."
A ripple forms in the air behind him. A celestial spirit, masked and flickering, appears.
Spirit: "You're rewriting again. Why interfere at all?"
Author: "Because without fire, ink is just silence. And this girl... she's the spark."
He vanishes into shadow, leaving no trace.
Below, Syra raises the dagger. Her hands shake. Her eyes blur.And fate stabs forward.