My Muse || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

⭐ My Muse || Chapter 128

"What the hell is this smell?" I hissed, running through the city's crowded streets. Ray pulled me onwards, our masks doing little to nothing to fend off the smell. "The poison," He muttered, looking at the demons starting to fall lifeless onto the streets. "Norman's released the gas." I squeezed his hand, speeding up. I have to trust Don and Gilda to take care of it. We had our own person to save. 

We burst into the palace, the dead bodies of demon guards thrown into crude piles. A trail of blood and bodies led to the Queen's chambers. "No- Norman! We're here! You don't have to fight anyo-" My sentence was interrupted by the room full of dead demon nobility. A man I recognized to be Zazie had stabbed one of his swords into the floor. I assume a demon's eye was crushed underneath it. Barbara, Cislo, Vincent, and Norman were covered in both human blood and demon guts. He turned to me sadly, a sad smile on his face. "I'm sorry, y/n. It's over." Ray's voice was low, nearly growling at Norman. "You killed them all." The white haired boy shrugged, wiping off a bloody blade with his cape. "They killed each other, Ray. I was only a puppet master." He placed his hands on our shoulders. "I'm glad that you two are unharmed. Even though it's a shame, you were only minutes late." I was... I was too late to save the royal family... But I'm not too late to save anyone else. "N- Norman, I did it ! I reforged The Promise! You don't have to continue this genocide, you don't have to fight anymore! We can- We can go to the other world!" My voice was strained, pleading with him. Norman shook his head no, glancing at the demon carcasses littering the floor. "It's too late for that, y/n. This... twisted monarchy has lived for hundreds of years. The demons can no longer govern themselves. They will fall to chaos, if we leave or stay. So we should- no, we must stay. And destroy what is left. y/n, don't get in my way." I frowned. "Nope, sorry." Vincent and Cislo glanced at each other confusedly. I couldn't just let all these people die! "Norman, I don't understand why you have to slaughter so many living creatures! I don't want them dead! And you're becoming a murderer, I won't let you do that!" "y/n..." "I know this is difficult, I know this is hard, but we'll find a way, right? Together! We always find a way to fix things if we can work together. We can talk to each other, we can talk to them, I-" Norman spoke out sharply, hissing my name. I stopped my ramble abruptly, shocked by his tone. "y/n. I'm going to destroy this world. I told you before. I would gladly become a God or a Devil if it meant I could save you." Yeah, I remember those words. At the hideout, in his office. He told me those things. But the first time he said that... He was different. I stepped towards him, reaching for his hands. He was shaking. "You're no Devil, Norman. Nor are you some God. All you are is scared. You just look like the scared little boy that left Grace Field two years ago." He frowned, quickly covering it up with a chuckle. "Scared? What do I have to scared of?" My voice became low, everyone staying as quiet as they could to hear my words. "Your first fear was being shipped. Your second fear was the experiments. Your third fear was the drugs, and your fourth was that you were never going to see us again. But you had hope, right Norman? That you would find me, Ray, Emma, Don, and Gilda. And we'd be a family together? I won't let you sacrifice yourself for us again, Norman. I love you too much to let you do that." He grimaced, pushing me away. "I have no intention of turning back now, y/n. Stay away from me." For every step I took forward, he took one back. Until he met the wall, and he had nowhere else to go. "I'm not going to let you leave me again, Norman." I wrapped him tightly in a bear hug, his quivering chest starting to heave with tears. His arms slowly accepted the embrace, holding me back just as warmly. He was shaking, but he kept his voice steady. "I was afraid. I was afraid, y/n. I was scared that I could've killed you, I was scared that I could've died, I was scared to be alone." "So don't be alone!" I shouted, muffled in his chest. "Let me walk with you! I don't need to be protected, I don't need you to fight for me-" Ray joined our hug, squeezing the both of us tightly. "Rather, why don't you fight with us, Norman?" He continued to sob into our shoulders, accepting our love and solution. "What do you want to do, Norman?" Ray and I asked in unison. "I want to live. I want to live with you, y/n, and Ray. So please," He started to grow weak in our arms, his hands falling limply to his side. "Please, help me." 

We laid him down onto the floor, Vincent quickly finding the correct pills to give him. Norman chuckled, taking the medicine. "We're going to die soon, y'know. Vincent, Barbara, Cislo, and Zazie. We don't have much time left. My seizures... These spasms... They've already hit level five. I'm going to be gone first." I squeezed his hand. "No, you're going to be fine. I said so, stupid." Ray spoke to Vincent and Cislo, telling them that the royal army was looking for our base. "We have to go help them!" The black haired boy hissed, picking up his weapon. Vincent glanced at Norman, who was still laying on the ground painfully. "No, we have to stay. Stay and help the Boss. You two," He glared at Ray and I. "You two should go." I nodded, watching Norman try to get up. "Hey, hey," I whispered, grabbing his arm. "You really should lay down-" "Watch out!" I whipped around, meeting the giant deformed body of an undead demon. It's gigantic jaw was heading straight for Norman and I. Blood splattered across the room, Cislo sent flying into the wall. His right leg... Was completely gone. And the demon who consumed it was none other than the Queen herself.