Fantastical Warfare

Names Can Be Forgotten, But People Stay

They have wiped her memories

Its cold. Oh, it is so very cold. She can think other things, she knows this, yet the shaking keeps getting in the way. She remembers that she should remember...something... but right now all she can think is that it is freezing. The kind of cold that was injected in the back of your spine and crushed through your veins in a slow glacier. Cold can kill you, she knew that. Her breath was frosted. In the snows of the Pyrantan mountains, a naked mortal body would perish in heartbeats - one, two, and at three, where three was... silence. She had seen it happen. She had loved the one it happened too. But not enough to save them. Not enough to keep her mouth shut.
Those memories were gone.
She observes the marks slashed into the walls, the whorls carved into the rock of the floor at her feet.
"The Catacombs..." She considers it. "No." She reads the symbols again. "Akuma. Akuma. Am I to be a sacrifice, then?"
She glances to the side, tracing the cool marble beneath her. "An altar. I have woken up on an altar and not even to be married." A clatter, and her head zooms round. "Who's there??" A pause, a flash of embarrassment at the passion in her voice. "Show yourself!" Smooth, and calm - without a hitch.
A low, amused chuckle. "I'm rather impressed. A sacrificial lamb rarely understands that it is to be sacrificed. A small mercy not afforded to you, it would seem."
My breath went stiff in my throat. "Who are you?"
The voice contained no emotion, that I could tell, beyond amusement, as it purred. "Should the better, more pertinent question not be; who are you?"
Yes. Yes of course that was the question; the one with no answer. The one she had not been able to think about - the one she had not been able to think about.
"I do not know who I am." A second time, voice hitching. "I don't know- why don't I know who I am?!?!"
The shadows move with a predatory grace but continue to obscure my company with infuriating ease.
"But you know where you are, and you know what you are."
I nod.
"But you do not know... Why. That has been taken from you. From all of your kind." The last word spat out like filth.
I allow my expression and tone to darken a fraction.
"I have no kind. I am the only one."