Acnologia's Amnesia
Maybe she was right, maybe he should have listened to her from the start, maybe he never should have gone that far, but Acnologia's only problem was, who was she? And what was it that he did that was so bad that made her leave him? And also, why had he been asleep for so long, and what year was it?
It had been at least three centuries since he had last woken up, and that was around the time that he was in the Dragon Civil War, with a woman only a few years younger than he was, what had happened to her? He wasn't sure, and at this point, he didn't really care either all he knew, he wanted the world to be in ruins because he felt like it was the worlds fault that he couldn't remember who he was before he went mad, and because he felt that it was their fault for her being out of his life right now.
Over the next century, Acnologia had spent destroying the area around where he was, and the continent that he currently was on. That was around the time that Dragon Slayers, and Dragons were making a full turn for the better in power, and when Acnologia has started to have to exert himself ever so slightly to destroy them as well. He knew that none of them would understand, nobody ever would, he had lost all recollection of who he was, and why this mysterious woman in his dreams was no longer with him, when they seemed to be so close before.
All he could remember of her was that she was a few years younger than him, and all that he could here was her voice, but he had never seen her face, or what she looked like, or even what type of magic that she had, all that he knew was that she seemed nervous about it from the way that she talked when it was brought up. Or how he seemed impressed when she finally did show him, so it must have been a very unusual, or even rare Dragon Slayer magic that she possessed. One thing that he did know, he wasn't going to stop, he was going to keep destroying the world until he found her again, until he found the sweet music that he remembers being her voice, that was, if she was still alive all those censures later.
He had spent so long with destroying the places that he came across, that sometimes he would forget why he was going mad, why he was slowly going insane. But on the rare occasions that he allowed himself to go to sleep, he was haunted by the memories of the woman that he lost, the person that would somehow make him feel so much better whenever any of his magic would backfire on him, the person that use to complete him, and complement him so much back then, and when he would wake up, he'd be sweating, and the sun would just be touching the sky. He hated that he couldn't remember, and he hated that he didn't trust anyone enough to talk to them anymore, to tell them what was wrong, and why he was doing all of this.
In Acnologia's destructive rampage, he was making a bad reputation for himself, and in his mind, all that he could think about was that there was a small chance that the voice that he heard in his sleep would come to put him back in place. He hoped that she would find him and remind him of who he was before, of what had happened, and as to what had happened during their time apart that caused that big rift between them. And also as to why he had even gotten this cursed amnesia in the first place, and why he became the monster that he was today.
There was also the fact that around a certain time every year that he could remember this mystery woman's scent, all thanks to mating season. But it wasn't that that had him oddly happy during that time of year, it was that he could still faintly smell her, and that he could almost see her in his blinding lust. He had a strong feeling that she was still alive if he could still smell a scent that he had forgotten over all of those years that they had been separated. What he could tell about her was that she was roughly a good foot and a half shorter than he was in his human form, which wasn't all that surprising, given his six foot five (6'05") frame that he was oh so proud of. But it was extremely blurry whenever he could see her outline, if at all, but he could never get her name.
He was honesty just glad that he was starting to remember, even the slightest thing about back before he went insane, before he was lost in anger, before any of this happened to him. But even through all of that, he couldn't take too much more of the mating season urges, even if every time he felt like he was getting closer to finding out who she is. No matter any of that, he knew that he had to do something that would even stop the lust, even if it was only temporary, and no matter what the consequences would be in the long run for him, or for the population. All he knew was that he was sick and tired of the two days of pure and utter lust and horny rage of his.
