Of Demons - Iris In The Labyrinth

For three days they walked.

The Labyrinth was not a place of stone and torches. It was a demon. An infinite, shifting organism of corridors, staircases that led to their own reflections, and doors that opened onto memories that were not your own. Every year, the High Priests of the Five Sorrows threw a dozen souls inside as tribute. No one ever returned. iris in the labyrinth of demons

A blind girl named Iris, who perceives emotions as colors, is the only one who can navigate a living maze of demons—because she cannot be fooled by their lies. Part One: The Garden of False Light For three days they walked

The black rim she always saw—the void at the edge of every demon—she realized it was not a weakness. It was a door. A door that opened to the one thing demons could not touch. An infinite, shifting organism of corridors, staircases that

“You are cruel,” the demon whispered, its mother-voice cracking. “She loved you.”

To her, every living thing radiated a color. Humans burned with a chaotic, warm kaleidoscope—fear as gray, hope as gold, love as deep red. But the demons… the demons were still . They were the color of a held breath. They mimicked human colors perfectly, layering illusion over illusion, until even the sharpest warrior could not tell friend from predator.

“Don’t,” Iris said quietly.