Chapter 202: Sons of corruption
"Haaaa"
When they first received ssages from space a few weeks ago, they thought it was so human force with a death wish.
The federation had already given a worldwide evacuation order.
Every major hub had received it. Every governing body had acknowledged it. The ssage was clear — Varo King World was being abandoned to its fate, and anyone still breathing on the surface needed to leave while they still could.
So when the comms lit up with an inbound signal, nobody in the dark castle had assud anything good.
Cassius had listened to the initial reports with the expression of a man who had long since stopped being surprised by how little others valued their own lives. Human forces. Probably scattered remnants of so unit that missed the evac window. Probably coming to beg for shelter or resources that the castle couldn’t spare.
That assumption lasted right up until they actually spoke with them.
The exchange had been thorough. Careful. Both sides asuring the other through words and silences and the kind of questions only asked by people who needed real answers. Information passed back and forth — not freely, but enough.
And by the end of it, Cassius and his aides had gone very still.
This was not a force known to humanity.
In fact, these people were far from human.
The pause that followed that realization had stretched longer than any of them would have admitted to. Even now, standing at the landing zone with the ship descended and the eting monts away, the weight of that conclusion sat differently than most things Cassius had been asked to carry.
"Lady Victoria is as much of a totality as you and your human royalty."
The voice ca from beside him. Small. Unhurried.
"I’d advise you to be careful when speaking to her and her aides."
Cassius didn’t look down imdiately.
The speaker was a young boy standing at his side — slight in fra, a tail flicking slowly behind him, cat ears tilted with the calm confidence of soone who had already navigated this exact situation and co out the other side intact.
This was Nibbleskin.
He had been the one to make first contact. Had found the frequency. Had opened the line and kept it open long enough for real communication to take root. Without him, the ship above wouldn’t have been granted clearance to land at all.
"I understand," Cassius said.
His posture didn’t change. His chin didn’t lower. He held his arrogant stance the way a man holds sothing he has carried so long it no longer feels like effort — naturally, without thinking about it.
His eyes stayed on the ship.
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In minutes, the side of the ship slid open.
—click
A ramp extended downward.
The first figure to appear at the top of it moved without hurrying.
Red battle armor. Silver hair catching what little light existed in the dark forest clearing. She descended the ramp at a asured pace — steadily, with the kind of composure that didn’t announce itself loudly but filled whatever space it occupied regardless.
Pale skin.
Divine might pressing outward from her fra in slow, heavy waves.
Cassius had felt divine energy before. Had stood in rooms with gods and warlords and individuals whose power settled into the air like a second atmosphere. He was not easily moved by it.
But this was different.
The type he had never felt before.
Not louder — deeper. Like sothing that had existed long enough to stop needing to prove itself.
He held his stance. Held his expression. Gave nothing away.
The woman reached the ground.
She crossed the distance between them without slowing, and when she stopped in front of him she extended her hand outward in greeting — an easy, practiced gesture. The kind that had been learned, not inherited. There was sothing deliberate in it. Sothing that had been absorbed from watching others do it first.
"Cassius."
Her voice was composed. Not warm exactly. But not cold either.
"We et at last."
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Cassius looked at the hand.
Then he took it.
His grip was firm. So was hers.
"You are Madam Victoria?"
He held her gaze as he said it. asuring. The arrogance in his expression wasn’t hostility — it was habit. The default posture of a man who had never once stood in a room and doubted he belonged at the center of it.
He added —
"Red of War. And Queen of Darkness?"
The titles were long.
Queen of Vampires. Regent of Rune City. Alliance Head of Night Creatures. Warden of the Nightosphere.
He had reviewed them before she landed. Had read them twice. Each one alone would have been enough to demand a certain kind of regard. Together they painted a picture of soone whose reach extended across domains he hadn’t even mapped yet.
Clearly, wherever she ca from — she was not small.
But this was his planet.
His territory. His people standing in formation behind him. His history pressed into every stone of the dark castle at his back.
He was an indigen of Varo King World. Royalty by blood and by the weight of centuries.
He would not step back.
"Yes," Victoria said.
The faint trace of sothing crossed her expression — not amusent exactly. Sothing quieter than that.
"You can call
that."
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While the two exchanged words, the forces around them did what forces always do when uncertain.
They watched.
They asured.
Each side holding their ground without moving toward it. Eyes tracking. Hands loose but not careless. The kind of collective stillness that could break in either direction depending on who moved first and how.
The numbers weren’t even. Victoria’s side carried roughly twelve gods among them — power that, objectively asured, outweighed what the dark emperor had assembled at the landing zone.
But this was the dark emperor’s territory.
And the people standing behind him knew that.
So nobody backed down.
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Varo King World, in this ti period, was one of humanity’s great hubs.
Not just for population. Not just for infrastructure.
For history.
The planet had been accumulating it for centuries — talent built on top of talent, institutions layered over institutions, a living record of what the human species looked like when it was given enough ti and stability to beco sothing worth rembering.
Naturally, that made it a target.
Corruption did not move toward weakness first.
It moved toward things worth consuming.
But for hundreds of years, Varo King World had refused to fall. Had held the line through disasters and sieges and pressures that had broken other planets with less resolve. The dark castle had stood. The people had endured.
Until recently.
.
.
They ca from deep corrupt space.
Creatures the size of mountains. Species that had no na in any catalogue, no record in any archive — things that had never been seen before by any scout, any explorer, any intelligence network operating in known space.
They appeared in orbit like spaceships.
Slow. Deliberate. Covering the sky above Varo King World until the light dimd and the surface fell into darkness and smog that thickened with every passing hour.
And behind them —
Nine Sons of corruption.
Not soldiers. Not commanders in any conventional sense.
Embodints of death themselves. Each one a thing that had long ago stopped being a creature and beco sothing closer to a concept — corruption given shape, given hunger, given direction.
They had co to Varo King World.
To swallow it whole
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