Unlike the humans, the universe powers had tangled with the sons of corruption before.
They knew what they were.
The humans had a name for them too, demon, but the naming was imprecise. Incomplete. It described the shape of the thing without capturing what the thing actually was.
The universe powers had a more exact understanding.
They were an evolved species. Not born into corruption the way an infection spreads from contact — born with it, from it, at the very beginning of time when corruption itself was still taking shape and learning what it could produce. These creatures had grown alongside it. Had been refined by it across an incomprehensible span of years, shedding weaker forms, discarding limitations, becoming something that the ordinary classifications of beast or monster no longer adequately covered.
In their early stages they had been called demons.
