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

Chapter 27

 I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the wave of apprehension that washes over me.

"Lisa," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can see... and feel things in here." She turns towards me, concern etched on her features. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice tinged with worry.

"I... my powers," I begin, struggling to articulate the unnerving sensations coursing through me. "They're showing me things. I can sense energies in the darkness, and they feel... wrong. Malevolent."

Lisa's brow furrows, her expression mirroring my growing unease. "Malevolent? Like something evil?"

I nod slowly, the weight of the darkness bearing down on us both. "Yes. It's like the darkness itself is alive, and it's not friendly."

She squeezes my hand tighter, drawing strength from our connection. "We'll stick together," she says firmly, her voice a beacon of reassurance in the gloom. "We'll find what we came for and get out of here."

With Lisa's words bolstering my resolve, we proceed cautiously deeper into the catacombs. My heightened senses guide us through the labyrinthine tunnels, where the air grows colder and the silence more profound with each step.

As we continue walking deeper into the catacombs, the oppressive darkness seems to amplify the eerie silence around us.

My senses, heightened by my powers, start to pick up faint whispers, elusive yet unmistakably present.

They weave through the air like wisps of smoke, their words indistinct but carrying an unsettling weight.

I instinctively cling to Lisa, seeking comfort in her reassuring presence. Her arm wraps protectively around me, a steadying force amidst the creeping unease that threatens to engulf me.

"What happened?" she asks softly, her voice a soothing anchor in the midst of my growing apprehension.

"I'm hearing whispers," I confess, my voice trembling slightly. "They're faint, but they're there."

Lisa's grip tightens slightly, her expression filled with concern. "It's okay," she murmurs, her tone gentle yet resolute. "I'm here with you."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves against the unsettling energies that swirl around us. The whispers seem to grow more insistent, as if probing the boundaries of our presence in this ancient place.

"I feel weird energies around me," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm not a big fan of ghosts."

Lisa nods understandingly, her presence a source of strength as we navigate the spectral undercurrents of the catacombs. "We'll stay together," she assures me firmly. "And we'll get through this."

With her support, we continue forward, our footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. The torchlight flickers sporadically, casting dancing shadows that seem to mimic the elusive whispers that haunt the air.

The shadows begin to stir around us like restless spirits. My heightened senses pick up their fleeting movements, darting and flickering in the dim torchlight.

It's as if unseen figures are dancing at the periphery of our vision, their presence unsettling and inscrutable.

I glance around, trying to make sense of the shadowy forms that seem to move with a will of their own.

They twist and swirl, occasionally coalescing into vaguely human shapes before dissipating into nothingness.

One of these shadows suddenly darts towards us, a sudden movement that startles me into flinching.