Clad in Steel

[catcher]

I am afraid.

I'm not meant to be afraid. I do not fear blade nor spell, and I tempt death at a whim, to my misfortune. And I've fallen into death's lap thrice. And what I see terrifies me.

A massive underground cavern, with an equally awesome temple. Skeletal figures made of metal and green glass patrol the walls. I feel a sense of belonging, yet I am drawn away by an unseen wind, and the structure fades away into the darkness.

A sea of blood. A man with many arms and blades wades through, slaughtering all in his path. I feel great wrongness, yet I am drawn towards this, a lust for blood roars through my veins, and I find myself fighting alongside the man of many blades.

I don't know what these visions in the dark mean. I do not know who I am, or even what I am. My most basic desires drive me. Hate, revenge, lust. I have lost memory, and with each passing day, with each fresh wound, with each death, I lose a little more of myself.

I need to find a cure.