Girl named Iris, red eyes and black long braid hai
Girl named Iris, red eyes and black long braid hair, wearing backless black and red dress, electrodued by trap and fainted, captured by demon and tortured
The wind whispered through the gnarled branches of the ancient willow, carrying with it the scent of rain and decay. Iris, her red eyes like twin embers in the twilight, strode through the shadowed forest, her long black braid swaying with each step. Dressed in a backless gown of black velvet and crimson silk, she was a vision of both beauty and danger.
She wasn’t meant to be here. The Shadowlands, a place where the veil between worlds thinned, was a forbidden territory for humans. Yet, Iris, driven by an unyielding thirst for knowledge and a thirst for vengeance, had dared to cross the threshold.
Her mission: to find the lost Tome of Shadows, a legendary book said to hold the secrets of ancient magic. But the forest was a treacherous labyrinth, and even the most skilled mage couldn’t navigate its hidden dangers. As she reached a clearing, a shimmering web of energy snaked out from the ground, ensnaring her feet. A gasp escaped her lips as a searing jolt of electricity coursed through her body, sending her crashing to the ground.
Iris’ vision blurred as darkness enveloped her. When she regained consciousness, she found herself bound, her hands tied behind her back, in a cavernous chamber lit by flickering torches. The air hung heavy with the scent of sulfur and decay. Above her, a towering figure, its eyes burning like molten gold, loomed over her.
It was a demon, its skin as black as obsidian, its horns curved like daggers. Its voice, a rasping echo, filled the chamber. “You dare trespass in our domain, human?”
Iris struggled against her bonds, her red eyes blazing with defiance. “I seek only the Tome of Shadows,” she spat, her voice trembling with pain. “Release me, and you shall have your reward.”
The demon laughed, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Reward? You are but a pawn in a game far grander than your comprehension. Your knowledge will be ours, your life, a mere trifle.”
Days turned into nights. Iris endured unimaginable torture, her body wracked with pain, her spirit slowly breaking. The demon, with cruel amusement, extracted her knowledge, piece by piece, forcing her to reveal everything she knew about the world beyond the Shadowlands.
But even as she suffered, a spark of defiance flickered within her. She wouldn’t let them break her. She wouldn’t let them win.
One night, as the demon prepared to extract the final piece of her knowledge, a strange hum filled the air. It resonated within her, a familiar song that she had heard in her dreams. With a surge of adrenaline, she focused her will, channeling the latent energy within her.
The demon, caught off guard, recoiled as a wave of pure magic erupted from Iris, shattering her bonds and sending the cavern into a frenzy of chaotic energy. The demon, enraged and weakened, stumbled back as Iris, her eyes blazing with newfound power, seized the opportunity.
Using the chaos to her advantage, she lunged for the Tome of Shadows, a thick leather-bound book lying on a stone altar. The demon, its eyes burning with fury, roared and lunged for her. But Iris was too quick. She snatched the book and vanished into the swirling chaos, leaving the demon behind, its rage echoing through the cavern.
Iris stumbled out of the cavern, the wind whipping her hair and dress. The book felt heavy in her hands, its pages filled with forbidden knowledge. She had escaped, but the journey was far from over. The demon would be hunting her, and the secrets within the Tome could be the key to defeating it, and saving her world from the encroaching darkness.
The Shadowlands, once a place of fear and despair, was now her battlefield. And Iris, the girl with red eyes and a heart of fire, was ready to fight.
