Chapter 122 Finished Product
"Shisha-sia (Is it my illusion? You seem angry about something)?" Feeling Della's unusual atmosphere, Maggie tilted her head.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you yet." Della said indifferently. She tilted her head to look at the moon outside through the window of the Shrieking Shack, then returned her gaze to the doll on the bed that had already taken on a humanoid form.
She must be absolutely angry, but why didn't I notice that she could be so rude before?
Maggie knew the situation and kept silent. He watched the girl walk towards the puppet step by step in the moonlight and began their final adjustments.
First, there must be restrictions. In theory, the potential of alchemical products is unlimited, but the control of alchemists is limited. Especially when creating such unconventional works, this restriction is very necessary.
Come to think of it, this is also part of the restrictions on him, right?
But I can't ask for more. After all, Della is not someone I can completely control.
Maggie suddenly remembered the conversation with the diary a few days ago. The 16-year-old Riddle was not so easy to fool. He could only rely on inexact truths to blur some key information.
Should I say, he is worthy of being Voldemort?
This is undeniable. After all, not only Della, but also myself have learned something from him.
Maggie's yellow eyes dimmed slightly, revealing a sense of oppression when hunting. When he noticed the light on the tattered four-poster bed, he concentrated on watching Della fiddling with the doll again.
A white phase diagram emerged from the puppet's chest. After a brief pause, countless slightly smaller phase diagrams split out as Della waved her magic wand, gradually covering the puppet's entire body.
The puppet's chest began to tremble, as if it was breathing, and as its chest rose and fell, black spots stained its metallic body and the phase pattern floating on its body also became brighter and darker.
Finally, at the moment when the black spots covered the whole body of the puppet, all the phase diagrams cracked. Under the faint fluorescent debris, the red spirit powder that Maggie had mixed into the inside of the puppet long ago all turned up and intertwined with the current darkness, making the puppet's body become unevenly black and red.
Della lowered her wand at this time. She looked down at the black and red colors still fighting on the puppet's body. Her sharp eyes made out a few pieces of perfect flesh color, which made her frowning brows relax slightly.
It worked in one go.
Maggie thought the same thing as he swam towards the bed. In just a few seconds, the doll's body was completely flesh-colored, with only a small black snake mark left on the neck.
"Hissa-yahai (What kind of restrictions have you put on it)?" asked Maggie.
"It's very lenient and vague. If we have a chance to duel in the future, it will never be able to defeat me." Della's eyes moved to Maggie. "But it's only a limit on strength. Conspiracy and intrigue are not prohibited."
For a moment, Maggie thought Della knew something, but her words this time were too harsh, so Maggie ruled out this option. He immediately realized that Della was in an unusually bad mood today.
"Sahi-Sa (What happened recently)?" Maggie asked with concern, wondering secretly in her heart.
"It's not something that happened recently. I just started digging up the past all of a sudden," Della sighed slightly. "To be honest, I didn't expect my opinion to be so strong. It seems that digging up the past is really not good for your physical and mental health."
Hearing this, Maggie's snake body leaned back, his eyes widened, showing a look of not quite understanding, which was indeed the case. After all, in his cognition, girls were quite indifferent most of the time.
"It's not a big deal," Della said before Maggie asked. She looked at the puppet that had stabilized on the bed and raised her wand again, "Next is the crucial step."
Maggie swallowed her doubts and watched in silence as Della touched the magic wand to the puppet's head. The puppet's face was still as ridiculously swollen as at the beginning, but now it showed some human-like serenity and was no longer as cold as before.
He heard Della chanting a spell, and layers of phase diagrams covered the doll again. At this time, the moonlight shining on them suddenly stagnated. Maggie could even clearly see the light spots that had taken shape due to the floating and sinking gathering towards the bed.
Under the gathering moonlight, the doll became more translucent. At the same time, countless blue lines appeared faintly under the phase diagram. These lines extended and entangled together, cleverly connecting all the phase diagrams.
Della stared at the direction of the green lines, turning her wand slightly from time to time, making timely adjustments to the phase diagram in the air, and guiding the green lines across the entire body of the puppet.
"Hmm..." Della observed the puppet and nodded to herself. She seized the moment when all the phase pictures shattered, waved her wand suddenly, turned on several lights that had been arranged in the room, and closed the curtains of the Shrieking Shack that had been open for two months.
"How's Shi-ya?" Maggie asked nervously.
Della moved the puppet's wrist, feeling its flexibility similar to that of a human, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously. "It achieved the expected effect."
As she spoke, Della picked up the robe that had been prepared long ago and put it on the doll, which had no sexual characteristics. Maggie, who had been waiting beside her, swam to the bed at this time, and touched the doll's delicate fingers with his snake tail, "Haishi-Haisa (Then the next step is "endowment")."
"Rather than giving, it's better to say it's capturing," Della glanced at Maggie with a light expression, "Although the core was only stitched relatively simply, I still made some major changes on it."
As Della spoke, she cut her fingertips with her magic wand. She stared at the blood beads slowly emerging from her fingertips, and when the gradually round blood beads were about to flow down, she touched the puppet's wrist with her finger.
"I don't know what effect this little bit of blood will have on his character, but in the Clint Graydon system, family blood is necessary. It can be considered an unlocking mechanism," Dela reached out and took Maggie to her forearm. "But this will probably have some effect, because Link Tyran used blood to help define the puppet."
"Hissaya (Do you think this is not a good host)?" Maggie glanced down at the puppet whose fingers were moving, but she did not feel disappointed. If she had not been exposed, Della's original intention would have been to explore the origin.
"The soul and the body are inseparable. If a soul-like structure is not incorporated into the creation process, the body will not be so perfect. However, the red spirit that can give birth to the lake elves will have its own unique soul characteristics. Even if it cannot fully control the body created by it, it will definitely leave a mark." Della continued.
Under the influence of the brand, it will no longer be the soul that controls the body completely.
To be honest, Della had very contradictory expectations about the final result. After all, she could not study her own process from birth to death and then back to life, and she could not see the key changes in her soul.
On the one hand, she really hopes that the work will be successful, which will be a proof of her ability; on the other hand, precisely because her ability is enough to glimpse some of the mysteries, she also secretly prays that she will never be able to produce a decent product in this regard.
It seems that I can ignore all the stigmas on my body that way.
"Ha-s (It's starting to change)." Maggie spoke, calling back Della's somewhat scattered thoughts. She stared at the doll and noticed that its exposed skin began to wriggle, and thick black stubble appeared on its bare scalp.
The process was not so fast, but the changes were visible to the naked eye. Della watched quietly, and when the doll's facial features began to take shape, she opened her eyes wide.
Not only her, Maggie also noticed that the doll with half-grown black hair was turning into Della!
Della subconsciously raised her wand, trying to pause the process, but the doll was already a finished product and she couldn't use a non-violent spell to pause it, so her hand holding the wand shook twice and finally dropped down weakly.
It was after this hesitation that the doll on the bed completely turned into Della, except for the black mark on its neck. Then, it opened its eyes, and its black eyes flashed with the same deep look as Della's. It moved slightly twice, as if it wanted to sit up.
"Secure binding!" Della raised her wand suddenly, restraining the puppet's movements. Her throat rolled, and she forced herself to calm down and walked closer to the puppet.
"Why don't you want me to move?" The puppet's expression was calm, and it spoke in Della's ethereal voice.
"..." Della didn't reply. She just frowned and looked up and down at this other self with a critical eye. After confirming that the puppet was indeed bound by the spell, she used a fluorescent flash and lifted the puppet's left wrist.
"Are you looking for the light scar left by the repeated blood draws?" the puppet spoke again, "You won't find it, because I will be created to be perfect, and of course, more perfect than you."
The puppet's voice was still as ethereal and calm, but it carried a subtle hint of temptation. "Aren't you tired of many things? Don't you also want to verify your current soul? Give me more blood, and I will become your perfect mask."
Della stared at the puppet steadily, her brows furrowed even more. She took a deep breath and still did not answer. She put her hand on the puppet's slightly heaving chest and began to explore the flow of magic power inside.
"Hai-ya (Dela—)" Maggie swam nimbly onto Della's body, hissing with some concern.
When Maggie came closer, Della keenly felt that the magic power under her chest slowed down, as if another medium had mixed in, but overall the previous form still prevailed.
Della suddenly understood that the puppet relied on capturing things from the surrounding souls to initially determine its shape, and as long as it could get enough blood from the captured person, it could be determined in this way.
"Why me?" Della stood up straight, looked at the doll's face which looked exactly like her own, and finally spoke.
"You shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself why you have such a strong desire to be replaced." The puppet slowly looked at Maggie, "It's so strong that I completely ignored the desire to bring the dead back."
Hearing this, Della's eyes flickered at Maggie, then quickly dropped again, hiding the surging emotions in her eyes, and said very coldly, "You are just a work of art."
"Who are you talking to? You already understand, right, Della. And in the face of a meaningless and fake life, one work is - enough." Before the puppet finished speaking, Della waved her wand and pulled open the tightly closed curtains, causing the remaining syllables of the puppet to become intermittent. It finally closed its eyes and remained silent, maintaining Della's appearance.
In the dim moonlight obscured by clouds, Della suddenly lost the strength to support herself. She held her forehead and her body swayed. She only stood up with the help of Maggie, whose body had grown larger.
"Haisa-shi (what was that just now)?" Maggie asked hesitantly.
"It's a very successful work. It knows its own composition and what it needs very well, and it also has the desire to become an individual," Della said in an obscure tone. "It can filter the souls around it, analyze the desires in the souls, and induce others to help it become independent."
"Hi-saya-sa (What it says is)..." Maggie suddenly stopped.
"Yes, it saw through me. The moment it opened its mouth, I understood that it is impossible for a person to be resurrected from the dead. Bronte originally just wanted to create a child that would meet Doreen's expectations," Della's voice lowered, "and by some strange coincidence, a soul that met Voldemort's expectations came into this world through the body of his child."
"Hai-ya (Dela—)." Maggie called Della in a daze and couldn't say anything else.
At least the name that this body deserves has been inherited consistently.
This sudden thought strangely comforted Della, but her throat was still very dry. She choked a little and responded to Maggie, "Don't worry, I have already accepted myself."
It's just far from being recognized.
"This doll is already a finished product. It has not yet been finalized. You can come over. As long as you don't let it touch the moonlight, it will capture your soul. Give it enough blood, and it will - become an individual." Della slowly suppressed the bitterness in her throat because of the continuous talking. "I will respect your choice, Maggie."
"Of course, if you also think it shouldn't become that individual, you can also destroy it. If you can't do it for the time being, just open the curtains. It will eventually absorb too much light and become overloaded and damaged."
"But tonight, please stay with me. I want to be able to open Christmas presents with you tomorrow morning."
Della slowly squatted down, holding Maggie's enlarged snake face in one hand, and stroked it gently twice, then closed her eyes and hugged the snake that kept a secret but had been with her until now.