#1. NEW PURPOSE.
"This encounter will not register in your memory". It proclaimed while sitting leisurely upon an obsidian throne.
A cloud, a raging fire or drops of dew in the early morning sun. The beings' essence shifted and morphed with every word. It was everything and nothing all at once.
The words echoed in the chamber, vibrating through the walls as if the very air was alive with the weight of his proclamation. It exuded an eerie calm, an indifference that chilled the bones.
Standing before it, a shadowy figure draped in tattered robes, shuddered, though he did not flinch. His gaze fixed on the obsidian throne, his mind reeling from the absurdity of what was being said to him. A new life? What was that supposed to mean? He was loath to trust anything this strange being had said.
"I don't understand," the man spoke, his voice shaking but insistent. "Who are you? Why am I here?
The being smiled, a smile that was not meant to offer comfort. It was not cruel, not necessarily, but it was unsettling in its vastness.
"A pact, a contract to be fulfilled." The silence stretched for a moment.
A pact it says but with who, did he know anyone who could get in touch with an eldritch god. When did this occur and why him of all people, he was special, not special enough to attract this kind of attention.
"Your memories will remain with you," the being continued, "but they will fade in time, like fog in the morning light. You will remember, but not fully. You will be made to forget the parts of your past that do not matter, and only that which is necessary will remain." The being spoke relishing in the confusion of its audience.
"But what is necessary?" the man asked in a low growl. He would not be made a mockery of, he refused to be a part of whatever ploy this was.
The being's smile grew wider, more enigmatic, teasing even. "Who knows. It may be your acquired knowledge, your emotional entanglements. Even…" It paused "The very things that make you unique. I will not foreshadow the outcome. It is for you to discover."
He raised a hand, a slow, deliberate gesture, and the obsidian throne seemed to shift, the very air around them growing heavier. The man felt his mind begin to cloud, thoughts slipping away like water through his fingers.
"You're a genius aren't you; I look forward to what you can do with your gift, incomplete as it may be I'm sure you'll figure something out. Your new life will be sure to entertain me" the being intoned softly, and just as quickly, the world around the man began to blur and fade.
"Remember my name mortal I am A@&!*(H!!."
His last conscious thought, as the darkness closed in, was a faint hope that he would recover everything because regardless of how painful it may have been it was all he'd ever known.