On the cold stone bed, Luo Ling fell into a deep sleep.
His breathing was faint and steady, completely unaware of the fate about to befall him.
Outside the dungeon, Isayat returned to her Laboratory, filled with strange devices and runes that glowed with an eerie light.
The air was thick with the scent of herbs, the metallic tang of blood, and a sickly-sweet aroma belonging to the power of the Abyss.
She stood before a massive Crystal Mirror.
Within it, her breathtaking face was reflected, her deep eyes now flickering with both fanaticism and icy coldness.
“Eve…”
She whispered the name, her voice filled with utmost loathing and a hint of barely concealed jealousy.
“A speck of dust long erased, yet it dares to leave such a stubborn mark in my ‘puppy’s’ heart. It seems that merely washing away his memories is no longer enough.”
She turned, walking toward the center of the Laboratory, where an Obsidian Platform stood, its surface carved with complex and wicked magical patterns that glowed with a dark red light.
“To make him forget completely, to make him utterly loyal…he must become…a part of ‘me’.”
A cruel and satisfied smile curled at Isayat’s lips.
“Not just a brand on the spirit, but a reshaping of the flesh as well. Since that ‘accident’ was a woman, then I’ll make you a woman too. One that belongs only to me—a monster like myself.”
The thought made her tremble with excitement.
She began to move, taking down various bottles and jars from the shelves—inside were writhing organs, sparkling magic crystals, and blood that exuded an ominous aura.
According to the ancient Forbidden Grimoire, she prepared a viscous Transformation Potion the color of congealed lava, chanting continuously the Abyssal Spell.
The runes in the Laboratory grew brighter, the concentration of magic in the air almost becoming tangible, emitting a low, buzzing hum.
Magical patterns flowed within Isayat’s eyes as she stretched out her hand and gently clenched it in the direction of the dungeon.
Luo Ling’s body convulsed violently in his sleep.
As if lifted by an invisible force, he floated silently through the stone walls, arriving in the Laboratory and finally landing softly on the Obsidian Platform.
He remained asleep, his brows faintly furrowed, as if even in dreams he sensed the strangeness of his surroundings.
Isayat walked slowly to the edge of the platform, looking down at Luo Ling.
This ‘collectible’ into which she had once poured her ‘heart’s blood’ had a delicate face, still bearing a stubbornness even in slumber.
But to Isayat, it was far from enough.
“Too fragile. Too…‘human’.”
She extended a finger, tracing Luo Ling’s cheek.
“Soon, all of this will disappear. You’ll be reborn—my…‘daughter’? No, perhaps ‘pet’ is more fitting.”
She raised the bottle of lava-like potion and moved to Luo Ling’s head.
With gloved fingers adorned in lace, she gently pried open Luo Ling’s mouth and slowly poured the potion inside.
The potion melted instantly, turning into a burning stream that coursed through every part of Luo Ling’s body.
His body began to tremble violently, as if countless small serpents writhed beneath his skin.
His breathing grew rapid and pained; large beads of sweat formed on his forehead, soaking his hair.
His consciousness, trapped in sleep, struggled in agony, yet was firmly imprisoned by Isayat’s powerful sleep magic.
“Don’t be afraid, my little puppy.”
Isayat’s voice was as gentle as a lover’s whisper, yet her actions were the cruelest imaginable.
“It’ll be over soon. After the pain, you’ll know eternal ‘happiness’.”
She pressed her hand against Luo Ling’s chest.
Dark magic surged into his body like a tide, guiding the power of the potion, reshaping his bones, organs, muscles, nerves…
Visible changes began to take place.
Luo Ling’s bones cracked softly as his form lengthened and slimmed.
His shoulders narrowed, his waist drew in, and his once-flat chest began to rise, gradually becoming full and round.
His hips lifted, his legs grew longer, the lines of his body turning soft and graceful.
His facial features transformed as well—the jaw softened, the masculine edges fading, replaced by a strange and captivating beauty.
His lashes lengthened, thick and lush.
His short hair grew wildly, falling down to his waist in a mane as dark as the night.
Most striking of all, magic patterns like those on Isayat’s body appeared.
These dark purple lines spread from his neck like vines, winding across his face, limbs, and finally covering his entire body.
The patterns glowed with a faint purple light, filled with monstrous power and the mark of eternal slavery.
The process was long and excruciating.
The Obsidian Platform absorbed the life force dissipating from Luo Ling’s pain, then fed it back, transforming him into an even darker, tougher magical creature.
His male characteristics were eroded and transformed by dark magic, replaced by the graceful curves of a woman.
His skin grew paler and smoother, yet still retained an unearthly white glow and the shimmer of magic lines.
Isayat observed patiently, like the most meticulous artist crafting her masterpiece.
When she saw that Luo Ling—or rather, ‘she’ now—had settled into a female form enough to drive any man mad, Isayat nodded in satisfaction.
“Not enough yet.”
She whispered, a glint of greed in her eyes.
She cut her finger, and a drop of blood, gleaming gold and purple, fell onto ‘her’ brow.
“By my blood, I grant you a demonic soul. From this day forward, your name is…‘Ling Xiya’. My servant, my pet, my possession.”
The drop of Crystal Blood seeped into ‘Ling Xiya’s’ forehead, erupting in dazzling light.
Her body arched, a suppressed, pain-filled scream tearing from her throat, yet she could not wake.
Within her, the human soul struggled against the overwhelming magic blood, then was fused, consumed, and finally erased.
The memories of Luo Ling—fragments of Eve, longing for freedom—flickered and died like a candle in the wind.
The light faded.
On the platform, ‘Ling Xiya’ no longer trembled.
She lay still, her breathing steady, yet her presence was now cold and dangerous, radiating the oppressive power of a true monster.
Her face retained faint traces of its past self, but was now eerily beautiful, inhuman.
Long hair spread like silk, skin whiter than snow, magical patterns etched across her body.
Her eyes remained closed, lashes as delicate as butterfly wings, giving her a broken, haunting allure.
Isayat stepped forward and gently caressed ‘Ling Xiya’s’ cheek, feeling the icy smoothness.
“Wake up, Ling Xiya. Look at your new master. Look at yourself.”
‘Ling Xiya’s’ lashes trembled, then slowly opened.
What met the world were not Luo Ling’s once-clear or confused eyes.
Now, her pupils had become vertical slits, pure purple like the finest crystal, with a cold flame burning in their depths.
There was no confusion, no pain, only empty submission and absolute reverence for the woman before her.
She saw Isayat, tilted her head slightly, and in her gaze, asked silently for instructions.
Then, almost unconsciously, she lifted her hand, touching the unfamiliar softness on her chest, feeling the new contours of her body.
Her expression did not flicker.
As if she had always been this way.
“Master.”
A clear, slightly hoarse, yet melodious female voice spilled from her lips, tinged with the languor of awakening and complete obedience to Isayat.
Isayat laughed, her body swaying, though no warmth touched her eyes.
She looked with satisfaction upon the newly born Magic Servant before her—the creation she had shaped, purging every last trace of ‘Eve.’
“Very good, Ling Xiya.”
Isayat stroked Ling Xiya’s long, silken hair, as if admiring a priceless jewel.
“Stand up. Let me see you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ling Xiya rose obediently.
She was naked, her skin glowing with an ethereal sheen under the magic patterns, her body enchanting and perfectly formed.
Yet her eyes never left Isayat, filled with longing and awe, like a newborn beast that recognized only its master.
Isayat circled her, examining every detail.
“Perfect…truly perfect.”
She murmured.
“From today, you will stay by my side. You will forget Luo Ling, forget Eve, forget all meaningless things. You will remember only that you—Ling Xiya—are my most loyal servant, my beloved pet.”
Ling Xiya lowered her head, the image of Isayat reflected in her amethyst eyes.
“Yes, Master. Ling Xiya lives only for you.”
Isayat smiled in satisfaction.
She waved her hand, and a lavish, revealing black silk dress, woven with a distinctly monstrous style, appeared on Ling Xiya, fitting her form perfectly.
The gown traced her alluring curves, the magic patterns faintly visible beneath the fabric.
“From this day, my feasts shall be accompanied by you.”
Isayat extended her arm.
“Come, Ling Xiya. To your master’s side.”
Ling Xiya moved forward without hesitation, gently entwining her arm with Isayat’s and resting her head lightly on her shoulder, her posture affectionate and submissive.
The Laboratory’s lights dimmed, but the magical patterns on the two figures continued to glow softly.
Isayat gazed at the two beautiful figures reflected in the Crystal Mirror—herself, a powerful and wicked demon queen.
And beside her, the Magic Servant she had created with her own hands—the former Luo Ling, now Ling Xiya.
She knew that the accident named ‘Eve’ would never happen again.
Her ‘puppy’—no, Ling Xiya—had been completely broken, then rebuilt according to her will, into a being of absolute purity and loyalty.
The dungeon remained silent as death, but in the Laboratory, a clear female voice and the demon queen’s gentle, chilling laughter echoed.
The story of Luo Ling seemed to have ended.
But the new life of the Magic Servant ‘Ling,’ now utterly controlled by Isayat, was only beginning.
She would remain by Isayat’s side forever, as her most beautiful treasure, her sharpest weapon, and…her most loyal shadow.
(Ling Xiya illustration:)