Luciel screamed internally. He couldn't see or hear anything.
He was being drowned in millions of information.
His head felt like bulls were pulling it apart. Like some pierced it with a spear set on fire.
The excruciating pain was even worse than the night he turned.
"Get out of my head!" He cried out, grabbing his head with both hands and breathing heavily.
The ache was never ending and he could feel his sanity seeping away.
The feeling of being torn apart lasted for eons until Luciel finally started to lose his mind.
"Helen..." He muttered... A fleeting emotion of bliss went through his body at the mention.
He didn't know why he said that name... He didn't know who it belonged to... All he could feel was sadness, buried deep in his heart after saying it, but eventually, even the memory of the name disappeared.
Luciel couldn't remember anything: his purpose, species, the past, not even his name.
