This series started with a dream on August 24th, 2025.
I'd crashed at 3:30 AM, the kind of exhausted sleep where you don't even remember closing your eyes. An hour later, I woke up with a dream still clinging to me, the kind that slips away the moment you move too fast.
The '90s Undertaker was in it. That much I knew for certain. Everything else was fragments, flashes I couldn't quite hold onto.
I lay there in the dark, not moving, barely breathing, trying to piece together what I'd just seen. And somewhere in that half-awake state, enough of it came back that I knew. This wasn't just a dream. This was something bigger.
By 4:30 AM, I was sitting up with my laptop, researching land laws and historic cemeteries across America. Still in the dark. Still half-convinced I was chasing nothing.
New Orleans was the obvious pick. Above-ground tombs. Fog rolling off the Mississippi. The kind of place that already feels like it's keeping secrets.
Then I built the loophole. Everything below twelve feet belongs to a forgotten family, which meant my character could legally own the underground. That one detail unlocked everything else.
Talon Creed came out of that night. Part the '90s Undertaker, part the original Lucifer, the Roman torch-bearer who heralds the dawn. Sharp suit. Living below ground. Speaking in centuries, not years.
He's not the devil.
Lila Hart was his opposite. An outcast cop, haunted by her parents' deaths, carrying grief she never asked for.
Their first meeting: a murder in the city's most notorious graveyard, and a man in a thousand-dollar suit stepping out of a tomb like he owned the night.
That's where it all started. At 3:30 AM, with a dream I almost let slip away.