"Who am I ? , What am I ?" These were the first thoughts I had when I woke up in a cylindrical transparent jar with in a heavily equiped lab .
My body seemed to be smaller compared to that of the individual in the lab though it kept on growing can at a rapid pace.
At the time I could not distinguish between night and day hence could not tell time yet a certain desire to escape my constraints kept wellingup within me .this was quickly suppressed by the information or knowledge that I'd die instantly.
As my body became stronger and larger , memories and information were awakened in my soul progressively. It is from this information that I knew it was done so to prevent shock to my soul due to the events of my death.
Reflecting upon my life and all I'd seen and experienced,my family's treatment of me became meaningless and my planned revenge seemed too petty and too much work for such a small family.
It was when he was about the size of a teenager that the body's growth Started to slow down . it's also then that the other facets of his body came into play, from telekinesis to outright mind reading.when the mind magic set in , I had a lengthy conversation with the man who put me in this situation " do you have me? , it doesn't matter if you do , all that matters is that from now on, I'm your eternal master, I've branded your soul and bound it to that body made of my flesh with a few tweaks here and there." As he stated all the facts I'd come to know from my own investigation of the body, abit of desolation must have passed my face as he continued" stop feeling pity for your self, I'm not one to enslave other humans hence I'm here to give you a few options, 1) I extinguish your soul and you take your chances in the Underworld,2) join the blood crows under me and become a weapon for the organization ,3) join the Mors clan and continue your research under my supervision.
These may have looked like three options to many but let's be serious, 1) leads to my death at the mercy of some death god judging my actions 2) turns me into a butcher the only true choice here was option 3 that would have me slaving away for him.
" Choose option 3 " in a tone of resignation I uttered those words and Arsin Sunders Mors was born.
At first we researched my mind magic that had become an engrained part of me , we used prisoners and those suspected to be spies.
Apparently that period of time has become know as the "clean slate" , it was during this time that I learned he'd used a sort of necromancy magic used on liches to remove their inate limits on magic. No wonder liches can use all magic except holy magic.it seems he messed around with the spell leaving me human yet abit more.
It also seems that at some point I'll stop completely aging, something that most mages in the world would kill for.
Through out the period we summarized my creation into something that can be carried out over a short period of time and yet even as all this was going on , more mind blowing abilities kept surging in , such as astralprojection and teleportation yet even with all this the biggest gain was an increase in talents that boadered on insane as though no limits existed for him, at that point they'd perfected the process such that Az would survive it. Even though I could pass on "sphinx code" as he called it , I also wanted my freedom from his seal at least the ability to make my own decisions and that meant him achieving the same feats.
It was brutal, the transformation and reconstruction of soul code into the " sphinx code" yet at the end , though he developed some mind magic , it seemed as though he aquired a different path from me though he never spoke about it completely, I do know it involves some aspects of creation.
As for the two he introduced, Alan got space and time while And got elemental magic.
And so came the clan laws that governed us till the end of eternity and then some.
1)no infighting in the clan
2) no killing of clan members
3)all clan information is confidential
4) everyone is responsible for their initiates for up to 18 years.
5) don't do anything against your concious if you don't have to.
Written into our souls the commands became our philosophy.