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

Chapter 20

The tranquility of the drive is abruptly shattered when another car screeches to a halt in front of us. I slam on the brakes, and the vehicle skids to a stop. My heart pounds as I see my grandfather step out of the car, his expression a mix of anger and satisfaction.

We both get out, and I stand beside Lisa, my mind racing with confusion and fear. My grandfather's eyes lock onto us, his demeanor cold and commanding.

"My men told me what you did to them," he says, his voice dripping with disdain.

I can't contain my frustration and anger. "What is wrong with you?" I shout, my voice echoing the desperation I feel. "Why are you doing this?"

My grandfather's gaze shifts to Lisa, his smirk growing wider. "You took Y/n into a death trap. Does that sound familiar to you?" His words cut through the air, a chilling accusation.

Lisa's hands clench into fists, her eyes burning with a mixture of anger and realization. "It was you, wasn't it?" she demands, her voice tight with emotion.

My grandfather's smirk deepens, and he nods slowly. "Well, yes," he admits, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.

I furrow my eyebrows, my confusion mounting. "What are you talking about?" I ask, looking between my grandfather and Lisa. "I don't understand."

My grandfather feigns shock and turns to me, his expression exaggerated. "Oh, Lisa didn't tell you?" he says, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Your so-called lover hid something from you."

Lisa's face reflects a mix of guilt and frustration, and I feel a sharp pang of betrayal. My grandfather's words hang in the air, creating a heavy silence as I try to process the revelation.

"What is he talking about, Lisa?" I ask, my voice trembling. The weight of the situation feels overwhelming, and I need answers.

Lisa's voice is strained but resolute. "It's a long story," she promises, "I'll tell you everything when we reach home."

But before I can react, my grandfather steps forward, his expression hardening with resolve. "You won't be able to take her home," he says coldly. "She is coming with me."

He advances on Lisa, his intent clear and menacing. The space between them closes rapidly, and the tension becomes almost unbearable.

 I can see the cold determination in his eyes, and my heart races with fear and helplessness.

As he moves in on Lisa, the situation takes a horrifying turn. I hear a sharp, sickening sound—a metallic slice through the air followed by the wet, harsh impact of a blade piercing flesh.

Lisa gasps, her eyes widening in shock and pain. Blood begins to seep from her mouth as she collapses to the ground, her body crumpling in a way that makes my heart ache.

"No!" I cry out, the anguish in my voice raw and desperate. I rush toward my grandfather, shoving him with all my strength, my emotions boiling over.

He staggers back, a look of surprise flickering across his face, but his eyes soon narrow with displeasure.

Ignoring the searing pain in my chest, I kneel beside Lisa. Her condition is critical, her breathing labored and uneven.

The sight of her lying there, injured and vulnerable, fills me with a fierce, driving determination to save her.

I carefully help her into the car, my movements hurried but gentle. Her blood stains the seat as I get her settled.

Once she is inside, I jump into the driver's seat, my hands trembling as I start the engine. The reality of the situation—Lisa's grave condition and the threat still looming—drives me to action.