That shadow who emerges from those unfortunate enough to catch his singular eye, before he envelopes them in a deadly embrace, leaving behind a grizzily mulch.
Onxy is a sea monster, a mollusc of sorts, somewhere between a starfish, jelly and sea urchin. His size is unknown, though like his parent Mr.Yates, Onyx knows that condensing into a socially acceptable height and build is the best move if he hopes to slip in amongst man.
Currently, he's gliding on by within the shadow of a slim, tall silhouetted man, too preoccupied within his busy lifestyle to noticed his admirer. Just like the rest.
Onxy is currently, subtlety, shredding his way through the nightclub scene one party goer a week.
Social media is a buzz of tales of the Netherlands ripper, worldwide, people have spoke of and shared short lived links of accounts, the missing and the gory remains, much to the silent mainstream media and fact checkers charging, though Onxy isn't worried, he's just having fun, and what does an immortal have to lose?
Yet the question remains.
Why, or better yet, how, did he leave the Ugrade territory?
Let's go way back to the beginning.
For many centuries, Ugrade, like other land masses, harbour many beings great and small.
Creatures of the original God and many of the lower case g's roamed the lands, soared the skies and swam in the seas.
Monster and supers held great domain, the products of Devine tampering on a human or animal base model.
You may know the fates of these supers and monsters?
Grande Radula was a huge, shiny, black, squishy mass.
Gliding through the seas of Ugrade, or sleeping on the seabed, darkening the waters and giving the illusion of further depth from his presence alone, yet unbeknown to those who got to close, worried that they neared the dark deep sea, their fears proved justified, though misplaced, as this giant shagpile would gently guide them in, into his pit of countless bristles, where he would stroke them until they were no more.
Then they were part of him forevermore, their thoughts, opinions, experiences he would store, merge, manage and use, to feel closer to the beings of the world he never knew.
Grande Radula loved man.
Aroud a millennia between Grande Radula's awakening and the Ugrade locals getting sealed in for the most part, this was a concern, as populus would surely decrease, and how would newcomer meet their fate? Though Grande Radula was assured not to threat, as his parent, the caged deity of the sky and owner of this territory had a plan, to ensure the success of man, thus he set out to work to create the most organized leader local man would ever know, the queen AntBee.
As the centuries passed, Ugrade continued to be fruitful, with what little they had.
As a sign of respect, a generational party was held, in honor of Grande Radula covertly, yet in honor of a princess openly. Princesses were his favourite mentality.
Every year, a beauty would marry the sea, which was by definition, him. This was his was his offering, his party and what a wonderful celebration it was, no hesitation, all acted willingly, even Grande Radula's lesser known, quiet younger sister, the prince loving Lass Shellfree enjoyed this particularly day and couldn't muster any envy.
Ugrade once branched out for a long moment, forming a small rival island founded upon driftwood, Gfail it was called.
This was briefly a concern, but not for long. This little colony of makeshift island had many welcome mishaps, folk falling into the sea as they built was a regular occurrence, good times, easy pickings for slow old Grande Radula.
This new islands foundation may have been weak, established by those not oppressed by Ugrade and it's rules, traditions and elitism, promising a home with no houserules, yet built on the promise of a fair nation, less hard work and more fun.
Though soon, the settlers grew restless. Seaweed was their primary crop, an so often it would drift away from them, which may have been Grande Radula's doing, and seafood livestock hauls were small, which was certainly a spiteful act. Land livestock would leave, leaping into the sea and successfully making it back to the motherland, whilst the desperate humans were never so lucky. It became clear to them that some traditions must be revived, otherwise, how else would they survive? Thus, the Princess programme was born in Gfail too, and as social status didn't exist, it was only fair that a names were drawn at random, the candidates pampered until her last day.
Gfails princess day would be better than Ugrades, they were sure of it, they chanted this to the sea, and as Grande Radula would gain some variety, he cut them some slack, allowed them to prosper, eat well and enjoy some safety in the sea.
The locals of Gfail, acknowledging their blessings, decided to work on prospering more.
In order to gain further favour, their festival date would change, it would be held on Ugrades week of peace, where nobody would work, a lousy period for Grande Radula, the only saving grace being the slight chance of fisherman growing rusty in their rest.
Grande Radula was happy either way, a now he had two holidays.
All was good.
Though as is often the case, all good things would come to an end.