Iris tried pulling herself free from the restraints again. Coming up empty on actual results. The various tubes and cords connecting her to bofu, the goddess of death and iris' lover, who was held on a table only fourteen feet away. Pain was seeping into her very bones and she could feel her muscles knotting up and getting tighter around her skeleton.
Despite this horrible pain she screamed for bofu who was trembling with bloodshot eyes and her ever fading lower body which crumbled to ash. Iris continued screaming and felt her strength increasing. Watching blood go from bofu to a machine then into herself sent her into a panic. What are they doing to me!? What is happening to her!? I'm gonna kill all of these fuckers if its the last thing I- her thoughts were interrupted by another dose of seering hot liquid being injected into her blood stream.
When she looked back at bofu she found only a pile of ash in the perfect shape of bofu's perfect body. Iris rage boiled up inside her. This is the last straw!! I'm going to show them... All of them.
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That was almost four years ago. She looked at the scar where bofu's iron blood flowed into her. Then at the burning complex in front of her.
She had done it. Destroyed the one place that had pulled her so far from humanity, the hell that caused her and so many others so much pain, the place where iris, the monster, mirror image of herself, had been Born.
She clenched her fist and threw snow into the immense conflagration. Yelling and screaming and throwing things iris declared her hatred and fury frozuna had filled her with. She taunted her now dead torturers in their resting place time and time again with intense language and gestures.
She had won
Iris had conquered frozuna and sent it spiralling in a downwards path from which, she thought, it would never return. She laughed and cried and screamed in joy. "Its over! I did it! F*CK you!" She yelled into the flames
Once she had enough she limped through the blizzard surrounding her, Hoping to eventually find some place with vodka. She had lost any and all feeling throughout her body but vodka was just habit.
The snow whipped her hair around and pushed her around. As if the gods themselves now wanted her to fall under their might. But no matter how hard the blizzard blew she was hardly affected. The freezing temperatures brought out the vast number of scars and blemishes she had adorned in those four years of hell.
And so she wondered who had truly won.
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Crimson Snow Bird
Fantasythis is going off of a story I had written a couple months back (not here) frozuna has fallen at iris' hands. however there is a much darker twist to this adventure story. iris was the last in a series of projects, 5 to be exact. these other project...
