The first precept is what one is. The starting point which serves as the root from which everything springs. 

Set. 

I was born a human, and I died a monster. I died a demon. I died a god. I died as something which I could never have been, and felt my essence twist into a shape it was not.

For here we stand upon the Throne, wreathed in flame and brimstone, existences that have transcended, that have gone beyond. It's lonely, it's disgusting, it's weak. It's utterly, incomprehensibly droll.

Limits of a copy. Limits of the Grail. Limits of the class. Limits of the core.

Assassin. Heroic Spirit of assassinations. Unlike the other classes, the Assassin class is only ever supposed to be one particular Heroic Spirit, but in this world, exceptions are possible. 

This is the form I shall be bound to. The killer of the shadows. And, in doing so, I am bound to a curse.

The entire "assassin hero" concept itself is a paradox. A truly successful assassin will never leave a name, so he will never be a hero. By endeavoring to exemplify the "assassin hero", you are already running in the exact opposite direct at a high speed. 

But I am not a legitimate Assassin, am I? The group of nineteen who adopted the pseudonym "Hassan-i-Sabbah," they are the true Assassins. I am merely a fake, an anomaly, shoved into a Spiritual Core to wage war on the world. So...so I will still endeavor to exemplify that hero.

And even if my distinction is not so pronounced, then perhaps just as the Earth curves and running away can become running towards, if I run in the opposite direction until the stars themselves grow dim, perhaps I can reach my destination in time.

The black fades into white.

The white melts into color.

The void is struck by sound.

My mind is pulled away from the void just as quickly as it was placed within. The lights and sounds accelerate, whirling against one another in a mad cacophony as they compress like the collapse of a neutron star-

I can feel the wind.

I can feel the sun.

I can feel the life coursing through my being.

I am alive.

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[Zhong, Rooftop of a Five Star Hotel Near a Plain]

A figure appeared where one was previously not.

[Sphere Boundary]

A figure disappeared where one previously was.

An invisible figure analyzed the woman before him as information streamed into his mind.

"I suppose we ought to follow convention, to be proper."

"Are you my Master?"