- Vox of The Red -
Deep within the chambers of The Burning Core is the Morpheus Glutton of Hoodlite-kind. The All-for-One Crimson Beast and the Son of The Core.
- Who is Vox of The Red? -
There are many legendary beings that lurk among us here in Kingshaven. Some are Heroes, some are Guardians, and some are Monsters. Vox of The Red however, is the Core's contingency plan.
Vox was created by the Core, as all beings are but the exception is the fact that he is formless. Unlike the Hoodlites that bear a sensible image consistent to one another with only a few differences. Vox holds no form.
He is but a cube head with abnormal eyes. One large and one small on the top right. Both, in neon green with a pair of cat ears. Vox is colored in Crimson Red with parts of his features painted in silver and gold on opposite sides.
- The Secret Weapon -
As the Son of the Core. Vox possesses the ability to acquire and use features from other beings. From his favorite feature, the four-legged tentacles, to the spider-tripod, the hooves, the fish tail and many more.
At this moment, the limits of his morphing ability is unknown. So long as the creature is from the Core, Vox has it all. According to Vox, he is said to be The Burning Core's Nuclear Arsenal.
With his shape-shifting ability. Vox can take out any of the Hoodlites by sheer adaptability alone. However, this ability requires a ton of energy which explains his constant need to feed.
- The Shadowed One -
Being the most feared creature of the Hoodlites. Vox chose to take up residence with Sadie mac Lir and Hector Dagger. He is however, shrouded in mystery to the public eye. Including the newbie, Jamie Robyn.
Sadie keeps Vox as a secret weapon in case of emergencies where things go wrong. So far, he is proven to be reliable and helpful to combat the more advanced and more malevolent cast of Hoodlites.
It's said that Vox has no actual name for his species. He is simply:
"Just Vox"
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Temporary
I have been meeting people since long, I have seen temporary people, I have been with few. They are sometimes the most amazing people you will ever meet.
I met a person, temporary or not, I didn't knew if they will be here with me forever or not, we met, we talked, we went out a few times, and it was all amazing, felt like life couldn't get any better. We were eyesore to everyone around us, I wrote in my diary for them
"I have been living life in this dark abyss, the black and white world, they have brought back the colours of life to me, it all feels beautiful"
They went away, I was drowned in colours, all the colours they gave me. all the red, green, blue.
It should have been end of it all.
their return brought back all the colours, it was all rainbows and butterflies, it was as if I was a little kid who has been handed the crayons for the first time, excited, bubbly and ready to paint the world in their colours.
but sometimes, temporary people should remain temporary, they are meant to be.
maybe the temporary people shouldn't be given too much information about your life, that's the reason they are not permanent, right? because they are non-judgemental as long as they don't know about you.
Once you start making a temporary person a permanent one in your life, that is the moment you are destined to ruin your own feelings and respect for that person. such kind of people are meant to know very little about you, just meet them, have non-judgemental fun with them and move on. holding onto them will ruin your own mental being.
the return of that person in my life, was a pleasant surprise, but all the colours slowly blended into each other, creating a thick, viscous shade of crimson red. it was blood, my blood, the blood of my feelings. the slow, viscous decline of my sanity blending into some bit my self-destructing nature, triggering it all. just like a juicer cutting down all the pieces of fruits into a gooey mess, slowly turning the fruit into a thick paste of nothingness, just pure insides of the fruit.
for all I know, I was husk of a person remaining, all of my insides have been chopped up into the pieces, the pieces of my being, the pieces of my existence, broken, broken, broken down, mixed, churned, gulped and eaten alive.
the fruits which stay put tend to rot faster, they get replaced with new fruit. young and fresh. the one fear I hold came true to me, again.
I wrote for them again in my diary:
"all the colours which came back, were nothing but shades of red"
(Image taken from Pinterest)
~ Necromancer
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