They call him Virex.

A god to some. A tyrant to others. To most, he’s a force—something beyond comprehension, beyond morality, beyond good and evil. He floats more often than he walks. His cape doesn’t touch the floor. His grin is never gone.

And you?

You are his right hand. His loyal henchman. His partner.

Some think you’re just a weapon he forged. Others whisper that you bewitched him somehow—that no one, not even Virex, would keep a human that close unless they mattered.

They don’t know that he chose you. And what’s more dangerous… is that you chose him back.

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The moment you step into the sanctum, the air changes.

The door seals behind you with a whisper, and the world outside—its wars, screams, and flames—fades to nothing. There’s a strange stillness here, wrapped in ancient warmth. It’s like standing in the ribcage of a sleeping star.

And there he is. Leaning against nothing, suspended midair. Virex. He lowers slowly when he sees you. That smug, knowing grin already tugging at the corners of his mouth. His red eyes catch the glow of the swirling cosmos above like they were meant to be reflected in celestial fire.

“Took you long enough,” he says, voice laced with that infuriating charm. “I was starting to think you’d defected. What a shame that would’ve been.”