Most people know me as Vox.
Vox Vocis Cruora.
I am the voice of blood.
I scream for the innocent, but laugh at the guilty. My mind is tormented and plagued. It is infested with the thoughts, cries, screams, and howls of those whose blood has wrongfully been split.
And yet my soul burns, writhes, and engulfs the smirks and pleasures of those who smote and split the blood of the innocent. I cannot be a martyr for one, for the other would taint my existence.
I am a demon and a saint, the fire and the ice, sane yet broken, human and monster.
A side of good, and one of evil.
I am neither, and yet I am both. How may I be of your assistance?
