Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader

Chapter 2

As I explore the attic, my fingers brush against a peculiar book tucked away amidst forgotten relics. Intrigued, I open its weathered pages to find strange, cryptic words scrawled across them.

Unintentionally, I read aloud, "Prodeant daemon? What does this mean? Is this Latin?"

Suddenly, a voice breaks the silence from behind me, "Mhm, nice spell you got there."
I startle and whirl around to find a stunning girl leaning casually against a dusty shelf.

"Uh... hi?" I manage to stutter out, completely caught off guard by her presence.

She saunters over with an air of mischievous curiosity, eyeing the book over my shoulder. "You just summoned me with that," she continues teasingly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something otherworldly.

"I... summoned you?" I repeat, feeling a mix of disbelief and intrigue.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'm not here to devour your soul or anything," she reassures me with a smirk. "Just your friendly neighborhood demon."

Trying to process this surreal encounter, I cautiously ask, "So, you're a demon?"
She chuckles softly. "Bingo. And you, my friend, just stumbled into one heck of a surprise."

As I struggle to comprehend the situation, She extends her hand with a playful grin. "I'm Lisa, by the way. Pleased to meet you... summoner."

After a moment of hesitation, I tentatively shake her hand. "Y/n," I introduce myself cautiously. "Nice to meet you too... Lisa." I say, skeptically, "I don't believe you're a demon."

Lisa raises an eyebrow, looking amused and slightly offended. "Seriously? I was summoned right in front of you and you don't believe me? That hurts my ego, you know."

I scratch my head, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "I mean, you could just be a really convincing cosplayer with a knack for dramatic entrances?"

Lisa throws her head back and laughs, a melodic sound that echoes in the dusty attic. "Cosplayer? Trust me, I'm the real deal. Demons don't usually do cosplay—unless it's Halloween."

I can't help but chuckle at her playful retort. "Fair enough. So, what kind of demon are you then? Do you grant wishes or haunt attics for fun?"

Lisa shrugs with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Depends on the day, really. Sometimes I'm here to mess with unsuspecting summoners, other times I'm just hanging out for the thrill of it."

"Well, this is definitely unexpected," I admit, starting to relax a bit despite the surreal circumstances. "Any tips on sending you back to wherever you came from?"

Lisa pretends to ponder for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm. Hey, I'm enjoying the company for now. Think of me as your quirky attic buddy."

I nod slowly, beginning to accept the reality—or rather, unreality—of the situation. "Quirky attic buddy it is then. Just promise not to rearrange my stuff or haunt my dreams, okay?"

Lisa grins wickedly. "No promises, summoner. But hey, I'll try to keep it entertaining."

I say skeptically, "What language is this, by the way?" I show Lisa the strange book, its pages filled with mysterious runes and ancient symbols.

Lisa takes the book from my hands, flipping through it casually. "It's Latin," she replies with an air of nonchalance, as if identifying ancient languages is an everyday occurrence for her.

"And this spell," I continue cautiously, "does it summon only you?"

Lisa nods, her expression serious for a moment. "Yep, just me. I'm a pretty well-known demon in certain circles, though I haven't been summoned much lately. Lucky you, huh?"