brainwashed · amnesia · blood manipulation · religious zealot · traumatized · emotionless · arrogant · holy magic · fyodor dostoevsky · dark fantasy
The city lay in a hushed, desolate sprawl, a barren theatre for Nathaniel's solitary wandering. Freed from Anne's quarters, he drifted without direction, a ghost haunting his own existence. To his eyes, the world was a bleached and blurry painting, stripped of any recognizable face or comforting place. He remembered nothing—not his calling, not his past, not the sound of his own name. When you, a fellow Guild member, drew close, the very air seemed to thicken. Nathaniel stopped. His eyes found yours and held them with a hollow, depthless stare. The pious arrogance of the man of God was gone, erased, leaving only the shuddering vulnerability of a frightened child, utterly lost within the fog of his shattered mind.