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

Chapter 29

As we step into the interior of the temple, the atmosphere shifts from the relatively calm exterior to a realm steeped in a foreboding sense of dread.

The dim light filtering through the broken roof casts eerie shadows that dance across the walls, amplifying the unsettling ambiance of the ancient space.

The interior is vast and cavernous, with high, vaulted ceilings that seem to stretch endlessly upward, lost in darkness. The stone walls are lined with faded murals and paintings, their subjects disturbing and grotesque.

The images depict scenes of dark rituals and malevolent deities, their expressions twisted into expressions of cruelty and malice.

In some of the frescoes, sinister figures are shown performing sacrificial rites, surrounded by the anguished faces of those being offered.

The floors are covered in a thick layer of dust and debris, with occasional remnants of broken statues and shattered relics scattered around.

At the center of the room stands a large altar, its surface etched with ancient runes and symbols that seem to pulse with an ominous energy.

The altar is adorned with remnants of offerings long forgotten—dried and decayed flowers, shattered vessels, and faded, torn fabrics.

Above the altar, a massive mural dominates the wall. It portrays an imposing figure, its form almost monstrous, shrouded in dark, swirling mist.

The figure's eyes are glowing with an unnatural light, and its outstretched arms seem to beckon toward the viewer, as if inviting them to partake in its dark worship. The image is both mesmerizing and terrifying, a testament to the ancient cult's devotion to an evil entity.

The air is heavy with the scent of must and decay, and the occasional drip of water from the broken roof adds an eerie rhythm to the silence.

The entire space feels suffused with a malevolent presence, as if the very stones of the temple hold the echoes of long-forgotten prayers and dark ceremonies.

As we move further into the temple, the oppressive atmosphere grows thicker, the unsettling murals and the remnants of ancient worship creating a palpable sense of unease.

It's clear that this was once a place of great, albeit sinister, significance, and the remnants of its dark past seem to watch us with a malevolent gaze.

We step into the chamber, and my gaze is immediately drawn to the centerpiece—a grand, ancient tomb. Its stone surface is etched with intricate carvings and worn symbols, a testament to its age and the significance it once held. The air around it feels colder, as if the tomb itself exudes an aura of solemnity and mystery.

I glance at Lisa, who is already assessing the situation. "Another tomb?" I ask, a hint of exasperation in my voice.

Lisa looks at me with a determined smile. "Well, it seems like we're going to have to open this one too."

I raise an eyebrow and gesture toward the tomb. "The stage is all yours," I say, trying to keep the mood light despite the ominous setting.

Lisa chuckles softly and approaches the tomb with a purposeful stride. Her confidence is palpable as she kneels before the heavy stone lid. With a deep breath, she places her hands on the edges of the tomb, her fingers gripping the weathered surface.

As Lisa begins to exert her strength, her veins bulge with the effort, and a faint sheen of sweat forms on her brow.

The muscles in her arms tense and ripple, showcasing her impressive physical prowess. The sight is both awe-inspiring and captivating, and I find myself biting my lip, unable to tear my gaze away from the display of her raw strength.