He'd had a name once. One he'd been proud of. A family and a home, too. Freedom. Peace. Identity. He'd fought for it, defended it. Resisted. Fiercely, passionately, with every last ounce of his being...
Until it was gone. Everything. Purged through pain. After that, his name had become irrelevant. 'The Purifier' needed no name.
It was the Necromonger way.
He was respected and obeyed by all but the Lord Marshall, now. It was his duty to convert others to the Faith. He was good at it. He was the High Priest. But once, he remembered, he'd been called...
Also, now that LJ is cooperating again, I'll finally get around to commenting on everybody's posts. My, you people pile up quite a bit of fic in just a few short days!