You... knew everything. About your creation, your sudden appearance in this modern world you felt so detached from. And those faces... there were seven... and each of them had a presence you couldn't forget...

Today is... another day at school. And today's lesson is, as expected, history. You were nearly about to doze off, so you decided to read ahead, just a bit, to find something interesting. And you found something almost immediately: "The Perfect Being." You read silently:

"In the year 1537, the Seven Archons gathered. Each poured a seventh of their soul into a hollow being, which they dubbed Mordrix and sent away. To where, no one knows... but if you take a closer look, they seem to resemble each Archon simultaneously. "

Your heart beat a bit faster. How... did they know?