The Fallen Vampire

"Who are you?"

Enyo froze before she put on a nervous smile. "M-my prince, now is not the time for jokes..."

Unfortunately, this only caused Indra's gaze to grow colder as he stared at the unknown woman in front of him.

By this point Enyo realized that Indra was not at all joking.

A single crystalline tear fell from her reddish pink eyes before she fell to her knees on the floor, unable to take her eyes off the man in front of her.

The vampire's gaze softened slightly when he saw the crestfallen look of the beautiful woman before him.

No longer seeing her as a potential threat, he lowered his guard slightly. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝓫𝓷𝓸𝒗𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝓶

"Why are you-"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

Enyo began to cry so hard, Indra had to cover his ears to prevent his early deafness.

After a full minute of nonstop crying, the vampire finally couldn't take anymore and rushed forward, covering her mouth with his hand.

"Stop. Crying."

Enyo nodded and seemed to calm down a bit so Indra finally released her and once again attempted conversation.

"Who are you. Where are we?"

The ghost fought the urge to cry again when Indra once again asked who she was. *Sniffle* "I am Enyo, your personal maid and attendant. We are currently in the royal bunker."

"Why do I have a maid?" he suddenly asked.

A dark thought suddenly creeped into Enyo's mind. "Do you... not remember anything?"

"I had thought that was clear." the vampire replied sarcastically.

"Oh...Thank the gods!" Letting out a huge sigh of relief, Enyo's mood was finally improved dramatically. "I had thought you had only forgotten me, my prince. I feel a little better knowing that I wasn't the only one."

Indra didn't know why that made her feel better but he was beginning to think this woman wasn't very bright.

Ignoring her antics, he instead focused on understanding his current situation. "I'm a prince?"

Enyo nodded proudly. "You are the third prince of vampires, Indra Ascalon. Son of the vampire king, Alucard Ascalon and grandson to the great devourer Dracul."

Indra nodded in mild understanding.

He tried his best to recall either of the people she'd mentioned, but it was like his mind was enshrouded in a thick fog.

It was unsettling to say the least.

Enyo suddenly stood up and stretched her voluptuous body. "It's okay even if you can't remember. We can just go upstairs and meet everyone!"

Even though Indra did not feel like being around others at the moment, the reality was that he had very little choice in the matter.

The two soon started up the long dark staircase, with neither one of them saying a word.

"Do you know how we ended up down here?" Indra suddenly asked.

Enyo suddenly put on a slightly worried expression as she continued to float up the stairs. "No actually... the last thing I remember was being together with you in your room, I was consoling you about..." Her words suddenly began to trail off.

She didn't want to stir up bad memories when he couldn't even remember any good ones to even the scales.

"Consoling me about what?" He asked.

"You... stubbed your toe."

"..."

Indra knew that she was lying to him however, he began to get the feeling that she was doing it to protect him instead of being secretive.

As such, he did not press her further for answers even though he was sure there was more to her story.

When they arrived at the top of the staircase, what greeted them was the sight of an empty and rundown throne room.

The walls, ceilings and floors, they were all cracked and enshrouded in darkness.

"How.. can this be?" Enyo muttered, her eyes trembling in horror.

She quickly flew off, searching throughout the castle for even the smallest sign of life.

In her haste, she left Indra behind, the only indicator he was still there were his red eyes that glowed in the darkness.

Indra was not truly bothered by the knowledge that they were alone here.

He didn't know if it was a result of his memory loss or if he'd always been like this but he was much more comfortable existing alone in the darkness.

And so he sat alone on the empty throne, awaiting the return of the chatty little ghost he was supposedly linked to.

The castle must've been quite large because it was quite some time before Enyo returned, her panicked voice cutting through the silence he had begun to grow accustomed to.

"M-My prince! They're gone! Everyone is gone!"

"Yes.. I gathered that." he said calmly.

"I-I don't understand! First there are humans in the castle, then we wake up in the royal bunker, and now everyone we knew is gone! It doesn't look like anyone's been here in centuries!"

Enyo sounded as though she were on the verge of tears, her voice quivering with every word she spoke.

"I'm... sorry." Indra said. "This must be hard for you."

Enyo felt slightly touched that her prince was concerned about her but something was amiss. "Why are you not concerned?"

Indra leaned back into his throne as he pondered that question.

"I do not know. Not only do I have no memories, it also seems like I have no desire to retrieve them either."

"B-But what about your family?!"

"I do not remember any family so I cannot say that I care. Were we close?"

"You were... not, my prince." Enyo muttered.

Indra was a bit of a black sheep when it came to the noble Ascalon family.

After the king and his third wife discovered their son had no talent for cultivation, they immediately began to ignore him and instead focused on his siblings who hated him just as much.

Indra often spent his time alone in his room reading or sleeping sometimes for twenty years at a time.

For three hundred years, she had been his only companion.

'Well there was another but... I doubt my prince would remember her either.' Enyo thought.

"Then I truly see no reason as to why I should care if they're missing or dead or whatever." Indra said flatly.

Enyo sighed in acceptance and she sat down on the throne next to his feet. "Then... what do we do now?"

Indra didn't have to think too hard, his answer already in the back of his mind.

"For now? We enjoy the silence."