Prologue 

Vox Akuma, he has the type of voice that can become background noise such as the murmuring of electric cables but you will curse your feeble human ears not being able to strain enough to hear his melodious tone.

New, unequivocal, but so familiar. 

He could read mundane things yet I’d be so invested to listen. 

Distinct and clear. Calming like a siren's song, all you want to hear and all you would need to be surrounded by a coating security. Sickly lullaby, convincing your truth like a child’s morals. 

Heid no mistake, his intent and will bring no harm, for he is but wealth of love and kindness. 

A man of such hope and upstill upon those who want it, speaking to the lost and showing a shield of warmth.

Such power in good intent leads no sweet astray. 

Safety, given so easily and freely, it is those who miss-see his kindness as something they can use, assuming their kind lord will not push nor punish. Patient but never once enervated. 

All you know is fragile upon the ranks of one who will tell you something and you will blindly agree. Far too much power for a man

Vox Akuma is no mere man, but a demon, clawed his way from hell. No entity of love could be of such form. 

Now you may be asking, Raiden, why are your writing fanfiction on such a dead sight? My answer is, there did appear to be any here so I'm throwing some out there just for fun. Who knows, maybe my soon to be bff will find me through this.