Somewhere in the lush forests of England. In the middle of an unstable ground, a house stands alone.

In front of the building, the black coloured building gave off a cold impression. Suddenly, a 'BANG!' A sound rang out, and a man's figure appeared.

This man's skin was pale, his nose was barely cut, and his long, narrow eyes flashed red as if they had been slit. Instead of being a man, it was more like a snake that had been barely morphed into the shape of a man, which was exceptionally weird. This grotesque visage was none other than Voldemort who was now pushing Britain into the abyss of fear.

Voldemort scanned the surrounding area for a few moments to make sure no one was there before gracefully sliding into the black house.

Entering the interior, he ignored the many rooms before him and headed straight for the staircase that led deep into the underground. Stepping down the stairs, in front of him were pots filled with strange liquids and some instruments of unknown purpose.

However, in one corner of the room was a suddenly empty space with a huge glass container in its centre.

Voldemort approached the massive container and gazed at its contents.

Inside was:

'It will soon be finished.'

Inside the container lay a baby with silver-white hair.

Thin, as in transparent, silver-white hair against her snow-white skin.

If it weren't for the different location, one could even imagine that she was lying in a crib, looking like just a cute baby. But in such a strange place, this baby she was far from a normal child.

Unmistakably, she was none other than an artificial Death Eater, a human killing monster created by Voldemort.

One day, Voldemort had a whim to create such a being. Voldemort led forces aimed at ridding the wizarding world of Muggles, especially those Muggle-born of tainted blood, even amongst the magical races, who betrayed the purebloods. His goal is to envelop the English wizarding community in the midst of it.

However, even though he is such a powerful being, domination is not as he would like it to be. As well as having powerful enemies like Dumbledore, he himself believes his men are too weak.

Of course, he didn't want to admit that Death Eaters who were purebloods could be so vulnerable.

However, not everyone had pure blood. Most of his men, while not so much as having tainted blood, may have had muggle and other bloodlines mixed in a few generations ago, and thus have relatively poor bloodlines.

In addition, the family bloodlines that served as the foundation, even with the addition of Muggle blood like his, were not exactly great families, but were similar to those of ordinary families everywhere.

The most precious and special one in the world should only be him. Everyone else was a hodgepodge, and even among them there were only a handful of slightly better wizards. Most would just be a liability.

Voldemort believes that these beings hold him back to a certain extent.

However, he also realised that he could not exclude these beings, as they were also necessary. By relying on true purebloods alone, he was already at a distinct disadvantage in numbers and could not defeat Dumbledore.

So, Voldemort had an idea.

If they didn't exist, how about creating a purer bloodline, one that didn't rival his own, but was special enough to exist?

Of course, even if they started making them now, they wouldn't come in handy in the current war.

Despite not progressing as well as he would have liked, he was certain that he was already steadily gaining dominion over the British magical community.

However, once he had taken control of the British wizarding community and eliminated the Muggles, he planned to extend that domination overseas, even all over the world.

For the sake of the future, he had to start moving.

And so.

Voldemort thought that when creating his henchmen, if he used his own blood, they would be stronger than other purebloods. Therefore, he decided to make some of his own blood available. However, this caused another problem, they became too special.

Voldemort believed that he could only be the only special being in this way.

Therefore, he decided to use his own blood as well as the blood of subhumans, 'vampires', who are not magical, but are a bit more noble than muggles.

Although it is possible to use proper pure blood, in order to create, one must have the same eternity as oneself.

While there are ways to gain eternity through the same method as yourself, this would make it completely eternal.

This would result in the inability to kill each other when needed, and more importantly, even though this special is of his own creation, Voldemort could not bear the thought of sharing his specialness with others.

Therefore, it is best to have a racially similar kind of eternity.

Vampires, among the many subhumans, were indistinguishable from humans in appearance, and despite their weaknesses, such as sunlight, garlic, and silver, possessed a semi-permanent lifespan.

For themselves, it was a very suitable choice.

Once the idea took shape, all that remained was to put it into practice.

By collecting the blood of the appropriate vampire females under its command, the vital materials needed to make the flesh were obtained.

Female corpses that were no longer needed were also disposed of. After that, only a few herbs and minerals needed to be collected.

In this way, an excellent servant who was not as special as himself but had a semi-permanent lifespan flesh would be born.

Utilising the great power to the fullest, the making of the servant went smoothly.

Although the vampire was robbed of its blood, making the gender of the flesh female, it was a trivial matter.

Instead, she will be a much easier pawn to control.

On the subject of souls, the research that Voldemort had conducted previously in order to become an eternal being became useful at this moment.

Even with a physical body, this artificial Death Eater wouldn't move without a soul capable of driving it.

However, Voldemort had even managed to artificially create a near-soul substitute.

It couldn't be said to be the soul itself, but it could be used as a substitute to drive the movement of the physical body.

In this way, she quickly grew as if she were a newborn baby.

It was simply a matter of making her an obedient Death Eater and teaching magic at the age of eleven, the age at which she was enrolled at Hogwarts.

Though it would be a long process, she was sure to excel due to the fact that she had her own blood in her.

It wouldn't take too long for her to become able to be of use.

The moment was not far away when the new pawn would be completed and ensure that his rule would become conclusive.

Voldemort sneered from the dimly lit basement.

--Malfoy Manor--

Facing Lucius who has a son of two months.

Between the life of his beloved wife, Narcissa, and his newborn expectant heir, and his job as a Death Eater, he has to balance the two.

Suddenly, a summons comes from Voldemort.

Lucius inwardly worries if his work as a Death Eater will be neglected after the birth of his son, and the worst case scenario is that he will be chastised and possibly even executed.

However, when Lucius got there, he found that Voldemort was not chastising him. He had no preamble, just a bland request.

'I have something to give you. Come with me at once. Do not be seen by anyone.'

Then, at Voldemort's direction, Lucius arrived at a strange location.

A separate black house stood in a forest.

'Master, what is this place?'

'This is where I use to conduct my magical experiments.'

Voldemort said without hesitation and walked inside.

Without looking back, Lucius walked straight into the underground, where in the centre of the cluttered space sat a table with a book on it, and a baby with white and silver hair, unusually pale, lying there.

'Lucius, be honoured. I am giving these to you. It is a sign of trust in you, for you are pureblood and my most loyal.'

Voldemort said in a solemn tone as he looked back.

Frankly, Lucius was having a hard time understanding what was going on.

But Lucius knew what to say now. Lucius began with a reflexive expression of gratitude, and then asked questions in a tone that made the main point of not offending Voldemort.

'What an honour. In response to my Lord's trust, I shall continue my endeavours in the future. But what are these?'

'. There is no need for you to know anything about this book. What I will tell you, however, is that it is very important to me. Remember not to let it be damaged.'

'Yes, I will do anything to guard it. As for the baby?'

'You understand exactly.' Voldemort said with a wide smile, his expression seeming to reveal a bad feeling. Then, just as he had foreseen, Voldemort began to say the unthinkable.

'These are the Death Eaters that I created and for which I gave my blood.'

It was unexpected news.

Voldemort's bloodline? Could it be his daughter?

Lucius had never heard of such a thing.

'Voldemort's bloodline?'

'That's right. It was created by me for the future, and it will become one of my loyal Death Eaters as my right hand man. In the future, it will be a companion to your pureblood Death Eaters no, it will work as your leader.'