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

Chapter 35

As Lisa's gaze sweeps across the chaotic scene, her eyes suddenly lock onto mine. For a brief moment, everything else fades away—the noise, the pain, the fear.

It's just the two of us, connected by that shared look. Her eyes, despite the pain etched into them, widen in recognition and surprise. There's a flicker of something—relief, perhaps, or maybe fear for me—flashing across her features.

Even from where I stand, I can see the way her body tenses, as if she's trying to summon the strength to protect me, to reach out and pull me to safety.

But she's too weak, too battered to move, and that realization breaks something inside me. Seeing her like this, seeing her realize that I'm here, powerless to help, adds a new layer of anguish to my already overwhelmed heart.

Her gaze is pleading, almost as if she's silently telling me to stay back, to keep myself safe. But I can also see the fear in her eyes, the desperate need to know that I'm okay.

My chest tightens, and I feel tears prick at my eyes. I want to rush to her, to tell her everything will be alright, but I'm rooted to the spot, torn between wanting to save her and knowing that doing so could make things even worse.

She shakes her head, a subtle yet powerful gesture. It's as if she's trying to communicate a thousand things in that single movement—a plea for me to stay hidden, a warning of the danger, and perhaps an apology for not being able to reach out to me in the way she so desperately wants.

Her expression is a mix of frustration and sadness, her body trembling with the effort of trying to protect herself while still making sure I stay out of harm's way.

The shake of her head seems to say, 'Don't come out, it's too dangerous,' and 'I'm sorry for what you're witnessing.'

Overwhelmed by the sight of Lisa's suffering and the weight of my own helplessness, I finally stop struggling against Jisoo and Jennie's hold.

My energy drains away as I slump against them, the tears flowing freely down my face. The pain in my chest feels like it's consuming me, a gnawing ache that seems to echo the torment Lisa is enduring.

My grandfather's words echo in the silence that follows his command. "We're gonna set up a camp here for tonight." As soon as he finishes, the soldiers and the Liberum's forces start moving with a grim determination, spreading out to set up their camp.

Lisa, still lying on the ground, is surrounded by the chaos. Her form is barely recognizable under the blood and dirt. Each movement from the encroaching army seems to deepen the despair that grips me. Her eyes, though pained, remain fiercely determined.

I can see the desperation in her gaze as she scans the area, searching for any hint of hope, any sign that things might change.

As the soldiers set up their tents and prepare their camp, the scene around Lisa becomes a stark contrast—her suffering remains at the center of it all. I feel my heart shattering with every glance she takes in my direction.

Finally, I see two people pick Lisa up, her limp body barely resisting as they carry her into a tent. The sight makes my chest tighten with a mix of anger and helplessness, but I force myself to stay silent, knowing that acting rashly could get us all killed.

Jennie's voice breaks the heavy silence. "What should we do now?" she asks, her tone a mixture of urgency and fear. Her words hang in the air as I struggle to come up with a plan that doesn't end in disaster.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally find my voice, though it's heavy with the weight of the decision. "We enter the camp at night," I say, my words barely above a whisper.