Uncaged now but As Clueless

The more Parker thought about it, the more shit started clicking together, piece by damn piece, like a puzzle he hadn't even realized he was solving.

From the whole Celestial Threads thing to this bizarre-ass Plunder ability—everything was stacking up. And then there was his aunt Helena, the walking, talking enigma herself, somehow even more dangerous than Robert Voidhowl. The system couldn't even figure her out. Like, how powerful did you have to be for the system to tap out?

And now this. A minute ago, he'd just uncovered that the Nyxilith weren't just some random supernatural clan—they were the family.

The uncrowned rulers of the entire Ether Community, like royalty moving in the shadows while the other original families played house in their fancy mansions. Did that explain why his aunts' names were completely wiped from every traceable record, like they never existed? Hell yeah, it did.

But what the fuck did that make him?