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

Chapter 36

“I’ll scout the perimeter,” I say, trying to sound brave, though my heart is heavy with dread. “You guys stay here.” I turn away from Jisoo and Jennie, my determination faltering as I walk deeper into the shadows of the trees.

But as I move away, the tears I’ve been holding back finally break free. I can’t stop the sobs that wrack my body. *Why? Why is this happening to us?* I just want a normal life. I can’t lose Lisa—not now, not ever.

I bury my face in my hands, letting the pain wash over me. It feels like the world is crumbling around us, and all I can do is cry.

Suddenly, I hear rustling nearby. My heart races, and I spin around, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s coming. Before I can react, I feel a sharp blow to the back of my head. Everything goes black as I collapse to the ground, the darkness swallowing me whole.
I blink slowly, my mind struggling to grasp where I am. The dim light flickers around me, casting eerie shadows on the walls of a cave. As my vision clears, I see members of the Brotherhood standing before me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and malice.

I instinctively try to move, but my limbs feel heavy and bound. Panic surges through me as I look around the cave. The walls are adorned with intricate golden carvings, glimmering faintly in the low light. The designs seem to tell a story, one of power and sacrifice, and in the center of it all is a massive structure—a sealed door with a keyhole carved into it, shimmering as if beckoning for something to unlock its secrets.

I feel my heart race. Is this the seal? My mind races with thoughts of Lisa and Rosé. I need to find a way out of here. I need to warn them. But first, I need to figure out what the Brotherhood wants and how I can escape this trap.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and focus on the figures around me. I need to gather information—find out what they plan to do with the key and what their connection is to the seal.

“Where am I?” I manage to croak out, my voice weak but defiant. The Brotherhood’s eyes turn to me, and I brace myself for whatever comes next.
As I stare at the members of the Brotherhood, their eyes gleaming with a dark fervor, they begin to chant in unison. The words are foreign, echoing in the cavern like a haunting melody. Each syllable reverberates through me, and I feel a sharp pain course through my body, as if their voices are physically striking me.

My energy starts to drain away, and I realize with a sinking feeling that their ritual isn’t just a chant—it’s a means to an end. They’re trying to free whatever is trapped inside the seal, and in exchange, they need a sacrifice. The thought sends a chill down my spine.

With every pulse of their chanting, I feel my strength waning, my limbs growing heavier, and I struggle against the bonds holding me down. No! I can’t let this happen! I think of Lisa and Rosé, of the love we share and the bond that ties us together. I can’t let them do this to me or anyone else.

As the ritual progresses, I can feel the overwhelming power unleashed by the seal swirling around me. It crashes against my body, threatening to consume me. The air grows thick and electric, charged with ancient energy. I can barely contain it, my body trembling as I fight against the force trying to take hold of me.

“Stop!” I manage to shout, my voice hoarse, but the Brotherhood only intensifies their chanting, their faces twisted with zeal. I close my eyes, concentrating on the bond I share with Lisa, hoping that somehow, she can feel me.
As the ritual intensifies, my consciousness begins to fracture, and I find myself swept away into a whirlwind of visions. Each image flashes before my eyes like a haunting slideshow, pulling me deeper into the darkness of the cave.

Spirits and entities trapped within the seal emerge, their faces twisted in anguish and desperation. They crowd around me, their voices rising in a cacophony of despair, all chanting the same word, *“Release me! Release me! Release me!”* The echo reverberates through my mind, drowning me in a torrent of pain and sorrow.

Among these tortured souls, one image stands out—a vision of Lisa, bloodied and lying on the ground, her once vibrant spirit dimmed. I feel my heart clench painfully in my chest. The sight of her, so helpless and wounded, sends waves of anguish crashing over me. I want to scream, to reach out to her, but the energy binding me here holds me captive, forcing me to witness the suffering around me.

I hear distant screams that seem to resonate with the pain of the spirits surrounding me, each cry a plea for freedom or revenge. The weight of their suffering presses down on me, and I begin to feel the sharp sting of their agony coursing through my own veins. The pain is unbearable, each pulse like a dagger plunging deeper into my soul.
Fueled by adrenaline and desperation, I refuse to let the seal break. The visions of Lisa suffering haunt me, pushing me into action. I surge forward, lunging at the nearest brother, my fists swinging wildly. I punch him repeatedly, feeling the sting of my knuckles bruising with every blow. Each strike is fueled by my determination, my need to stop this ritual from destroying everything I love.

As he staggers back, I frantically search his robe for the key, my hands trembling with urgency, but I find nothing. Before I can regroup, another brother lunges at me, and I narrowly dodge his attack, rolling to the side and coming up swinging again. My fists connect with another target, but I don’t have time to revel in the satisfaction of my strikes. My focus remains singular: the key.

I keep attacking, adrenaline coursing through my veins, refusing to back down even as my body screams in protest. Then, amidst the chaos, my fingers brush against something cold and metallic. My heart leaps—*the key*! I grip it tightly, but before I can pull away, one of the brothers grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me back with brutal force.

I slam against the cold stone wall of the seal, pain radiating through my skull as I gasp for breath. Dazed but defiant, I fight against the pain, my resolve hardening.
Pain explodes through my body as they tower over me, fists raining down without mercy. I spit blood, the metallic taste flooding my mouth as I struggle to stay conscious. Each blow sends me reeling, darkness creeping in around the edges of my vision. I fall to the ground, barely able to lift my head, yet I cling tightly to the key, refusing to let it slip away.

With every hit, my strength wanes. Is this really how it ends? The thought creeps into my mind, heavy and suffocating. It feels like I’m dying, the world around me blurring into a chaotic swirl of shadows and pain. I can’t fight anymore; I can’t even stand. Fatigue washes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me closer to the depths of unconsciousness.

In a last, desperate attempt to defy them, I whisper, “Have you ever seen a demon cry?” My voice is weak, barely a breath escaping my lips, but I hope it carries some weight.

Just as despair threatens to consume me, a loud crash erupts, shattering the air. “You fucking pieces of shit!” a familiar voice rings out, fierce and full of fury.
Lisa’s voice cuts through the chaos, but everything around me remains a blur. The sounds of battle—the grunts, the thuds, the angry shouts—mix into a cacophony that feels like it’s vibrating in my skull. I can barely register what’s happening; my senses are overwhelmed, the world spinning in a dizzying dance of shadows and muted colors.

The constant ringing in my ears drowns out everything else, a haunting reminder of my current state. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision, to focus on the fierce energy that Lisa brings into the chaos. I strain to see her, but her form wavers in and out of clarity, like a mirage shimmering in the heat.

“Y/N!” Lisa’s voice pierces through the haze, full of urgency and anger. “Stay with me! Don’t you dare close your eyes!”

I want to respond, to tell her I’m here, but my mouth feels heavy, and the words catch in my throat. I’m slipping away, the darkness pulling me under, but Lisa’s fierce determination pushes against the tide, and somehow, I cling to that.

I feel my grip on the key tightening instinctively, the cool metal grounding me amidst the storm. Just as my vision starts to fade again, I hear the sounds of fists meeting flesh, the grunts of the brothers as they falter against her onslaught.

“Get the key!” she yells, and I can hear the desperation beneath her anger. “We can’t let them take it!”
The sound of laughter echoes ominously around me, and my heart sinks. The realization that something has shifted fills me with dread. I hear Lisa groan in pain, and a wave of panic crashes over me. No, not her. I can’t lose her; not now, not after everything we’ve fought for.

I grip the key tighter, my knuckles white as the cold metal bites into my palm. Lisa’s sobs pierce through the haze, and I feel my chest tighten with anguish. “It hurts, you idiot!” she yells, her voice a mixture of frustration and agony. Each word feels like a dagger, twisting deeper into my heart.

I can’t allow myself to falter. I force my eyes to stay open, focusing on the fragments of light and shadow swirling before me. I can’t let go.

But then, amidst the chaos, I feel a shift, a click echoing in my ears as I clutch the broken key. The sound resonates like a chime of hope. I feel the two pieces in my hand, and a surge of relief washes over me. It broke. Maybe this is what we needed—maybe it means something, anything, could change.

But just as hope flickers within me, everything turns black, swallowing me whole. The darkness is heavy, oppressive, and I feel myself sinking into its depths, disconnected from the pain and chaos that surrounded me just moments before.

In that void, I find a strange sense of peace, as if the burden of the world has lifted off my shoulders. But even in this darkness, I can’t shake the echo of Lisa’s voice, her pain haunting me, urging me to fight back against the encroaching shadows.
I feel someone shaking me, a gentle yet frantic motion that tugs me from the depths of darkness. My eyelids are heavy, resisting the pull of consciousness, but I fight against the weight, willing myself to open my eyes. When I finally do, the first thing I hear is Lisa’s sobs, and my heart aches at the sound.

“Y/N! Stay awake!” she urges, her voice trembling with desperation. “Do you hear me? Don’t close your eyes! Please, come on!” The urgency in her tone sends a jolt of energy through me, igniting a flicker of resolve.

She looks so fragile, her face streaked with tears. “You made me cry, Y/N. Have you ever seen a demon cry?”

I can’t help but let out a weak chuckle, but the effort causes me to throw up blood. I wince at the pain, but despite everything, a smile creeps onto my lips. “Guess you’ll have to catch me first,” I tease, my voice raspy, fighting through the agony that threatens to engulf me.

“Y/N, no!” she cries, her panic intensifying. “If you die for real, I swear to God, I will kill you for real.” Her words are both a threat and a plea, and they pull me closer to the surface of awareness.

“Don’t joke around, please!” she continues, her tears spilling onto my face, mingling with the blood that trickles from my mouth. “I can’t lose you! Not now! You have to hold on!”

Her desperation wraps around me like a lifeline, reminding me of everything I’m fighting for. I can’t leave her—not like this. Not when the bond we share is stronger than any pain I’m enduring. I take a shuddering breath, willing myself to stay with her, to keep fighting. Because if I give in now, I know I’ll lose not just my life, but the chance to protect her, to be by her side in whatever comes next.

“I’m right here, Lisa,” I whisper, forcing the words out despite the darkness closing in around me. “I’m not going anywhere.”