Sylas employed soul-binding curses akin to dark magic, forcibly engraving core commands into the half-beast's soul: 'Serve your master. Absolute obedience to orders.'
These commands were not merely suggestions, they were solidified into the soul's structure itself.
In addition, Sylas embedded a set of master–servant contract runes, fusing them directly into the soul. Disobedience would immediately trigger a self-punishment mechanism, inflicting unbearable pain upon the offender.
More terrifying still, the contract was heritable.
It rooted itself in both bloodline and soul, ensuring that even descendants would be born bound by the same absolute loyalty.
Only after completing this process did Sylas place the orc's soul into the mass of active, flesh-colored living material.
Next, he retrieved a fragment of dragon cactus bone.
Within the alchemical array, the cactus bone softened and dissolved, transforming into a viscous, elastic substance. Under Sylas's precise magical control, the softened material was gradually shaped into a small, pale skeleton.
The skeleton was even slighter than a Hobbit's, humanoid in structure, yet subtly different in proportion.
Once the skeletal frame was complete, Sylas applied the living flesh-material onto it, using the bones as a foundation. His hands moved as though molding clay.
The skin-colored substance flowed and reshaped itself continuously, wrapping the skeleton, forming muscles, tendons, and external features layer by layer. A complete body gradually took shape.
At this moment, the figure lying before him looked eerily real, brimming with latent vitality, yet it did not breathe, and its heart did not beat.
Sylas proceeded without pause.
He uncorked a vial of immortality elixir and poured it directly into the alchemical body, then activated the formation. The elixir's immense life force was absorbed instantly, transforming under the array's influence.
Placing his staff against the creature's chest, Sylas steadily infused it with magic.
Within his perception, the changes were unmistakable.
Bone marrow began forming inside the skeleton. Blood vessels and tendons expanded outward. Internal organs grew rapidly within the chest cavity.
Finally, a faint, rhythmic heartbeat echoed through the laboratory.
A living, breathing bio-alchemical being now stood before Sylas.
It was created from the flesh of powerful beastmen, dragon-derived bone material, elven blood, and a half-beast's soul.
The creature was small, no more than two or three feet tall. Thin and bony, with long, slender limbs, it possessed a strangely delicate, almost graceful appearance.
Due to the fusion of beastman and elven traits, its skin was a pale gray. Its head was large and bald, with pointed, oversized ears, bulging eyes, and a long, fleshy nose.
It was undeniably more refined than a beastman, yet still retained a trace of ugliness, broken only by the pointed ears and faint echoes of elven features.
Most importantly, It possessed no inherited spirit, no racial will, no cultural memory of its own.
A blank vessel.
The creature slowly opened its eyes.
Its gaze was innocent and bewildered, like a newborn seeing the world for the first time. It rose unsteadily from the experimental table, looking around with childlike curiosity, every object filling it with wonder.
At last, its eyes settled on Sylas.
Deep within its soul, the engraved imprint stirred—filling it with instinctive awe, reverence, and obedience toward the man before it.
"Ma… Master…?"
The voice was clumsy and halting, like a child learning to speak.
The creature had been born with language and basic survival instincts already implanted; no instruction was required. It could speak and move on its own from the moment of awakening.
Sylas studied the being calmly.
It was strikingly similar to a House-Elf from the wizarding world.
In that world, House-Elves were magical creatures bound to wizarding families, capable of formidable magic, yet enslaved by ancient contracts, compelled to obey their masters absolutely and serve without resistance.
The true origin of house-elves had long been impossible to verify. Theories varied wildly. Some believed they were an ancient race subdued by powerful wizards and reduced to servitude. Others claimed they were created outright by ancient magic, designed solely to serve wizarding families.
After mastering biological alchemy, Sylas learned the truth.
House-elves had indeed been created, forged by immensely powerful ancient wizards through bio-alchemy, shaped for service from the moment of their birth.
Thus, after acquiring and fully mastering this discipline, Sylas began his own experiments, referencing the house-elves of the wizarding world, but refining the design into something cleaner, quieter, and more absolute.
He stood before the newly born creature, his expression indifferent, as he began a meticulous inspection of its abilities.
The being obeyed every order without hesitation. If told to place its hands into open flame, it did so. If ordered to block obstacles with its head, it complied, even as flesh tore and blood flowed. Unless Sylas explicitly commanded it to stop, it would continue indefinitely.
After several rounds of testing, Sylas was satisfied.
He halted the examination and tossed the creature a vial of healing potion, which swiftly repaired the burns on its hands and the injuries on its head.
Though its body appeared frail, this alchemical being, crafted from beastman flesh, dragon-derived bone material, and elven blood, possessed remarkable strength, durability, regenerative ability, and a notable degree of magic resistance.
More importantly, its magical capacity far exceeded that of an ordinary adult wizard. It could cast spells without a wand and possessed unrestricted teleportation, unhindered by wards or distance.
What pleased Sylas most was its temperament.
Unlike the house-elves of the wizarding world, this creation displayed no neurosis, no emotional instability, and no compulsive self-punishment. It was silent, composed, and unwaveringly obedient, executing every command with flawless precision.
"You will be called Odet," Sylas said calmly.
"From today onward, you will serve as my assistant, aiding me in magical experimentation."
"Yes, Master," Odet replied at once.
Though its eyes shone with joy at being entrusted with responsibility, its posture remained careful and restrained.
Sylas glanced at it, then frowned slightly. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a Hogwarts-emblazoned uniform and placed it upon the creature. He ordered Odet to stand aside, then withdrew an even larger mass of living, skin-colored material and resumed his work.
Throughout the process, Odet followed every instruction flawlessly, swift, efficient, and precise. When Sylas became occupied, Odet effortlessly subdued several half-beasts on its own, restraining them without resistance.
This time, Sylas was not creating a single being.
Within the alchemical array, the living flesh multiplied steadily. A massive cactus-bone structure, further tempered by magical flame, softened, dissolved, and separated into multiple slender skeletal frames.
Even with Sylas's current power, the simultaneous creation of several such lifeforms strained him.
But Odet compensated for that burden.
With its assistance, the process continued smoothly.
At last, three more beings emerged.
Together with Odet, four alchemical lifeforms now stood before Sylas, two male, two female.
Though artificial, they possessed true reproductive capability. Their offspring would inherit the same obedience, the same master–servant soul contract, embedded permanently within both bloodline and soul.
Generation after generation, they would remain loyal to the Sylas family, incapable of betrayal.
This was not simple indoctrination.
It was a curse written into existence itself, a current flowing through their blood, branding absolute loyalty into the souls.
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