Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Fury x F. Serial Killer Reader

A young male with charcoal black hair rested on a chair composed of the absence of light, a golden crown resembling the horns of demons resting on his ancient brow. A blood-wet red robe covered his pale form, a serpent coiled around his waist, surveying everything before it with beady golden eyes that cried blood. His bat-like wings were stagnant, remaining still as he sighed in boredom. It was dark and arid in Erebus, the flames of neighboring Tartarus licking at his boots.

His siblings were there as well, taking a break from their typical exhausting duties. Entrusted since the creation of the universe, older than the gods and goddesses of Olympus, they punished evildoers. For the most distant of the others from the black-haired male was Magae, the punisher of infidelity, oathbreakers, and theft, namely directing his efforts to crimes of jealousy. Then there was Alecto, the punisher of moral crimes such as anger, driving his victims to madness to punish them. However, Tilphys handled the more violent crimes of humanity; murder.

There had been nothing that they couldn't handle, acting as haunting presences of those that did wrong. Clearly, human beings never ceased to be immoral creatures that wreaked havoc among the mortal world. As such, the brothers never were bored, always sent out to do something or other. Alecto was the most entertained by his victims, taking joy in their descents to madness, but Tilphys felt the most bored.

Killers rarely ever felt any sort of guilt for what they did, making his haunting of them relatively boring. Most didn't respond to physical pain either. Even the opposite of the stone-cold killers were too empathetic and plagued with guilt to do much. They usually offed themselves before he could finish the job. Besides, his torture wasn't much worse than what they were doing to themself. Thus, he was unsatisfied with the pick of killers he'd had to punish.

"I'm bored," Tilphys finally sighed with a tinge of frustration, huffing as he rolled his eyes.

"Big surprise," Maege spoke emotionlessly, directing his gaze to watch their strange brother giggling giddily, "I suggest you find something to do. Don't you have people to punish?"

"I've been driving this beautiful woman mad," Alecto chuckled, biting down on his fingernails, "She thought she had it bad when she had an affair. Now she's the crazy village idiot."

Tilphys gave his brother narrowed eyes for bragging. He found that Maege was staring at him curiously for his expression. Thus, the black-haired male relaxed himself and placed his head against his chair before his eyes lit up with a revelation. A woman! In all his years, there had only been a handful of female murderers. Most were reluctant to do such a thing, done in the spur of the moment. The others feared the retribution of the far more dominating species of men, knowing they would be tried as demons and tortured to death.

The male had a sudden smile on his face as he pulled up every mortal he had to punish. He saw the countless lists of names and crimes committed, a smirk tugging at his lips as he noted the most accomplished female. With a grin, he dismissed his brother, one of which wished him well while the other continued giggling like a maniac. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the black-haired male appeared in the mortal realm.

He took in a great breath of fresh air, appreciating the liveliness of the realm. Invisible to those he wasn't punishing, the male made his way into the village in front of him. It was on the outskirts of the royal capital, making him wonder who exactly it was that the young woman had killed. Then again, he was fully aware it was not just one person that she had offed, meaning that torturing her would prove to be fun for him.

As he wandered around the town, his eyes set upon the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. She had fair (h/c) locks that hung to her (h/l), piercing (e/c) pupils that stared into his immortal soul. Her rosy cheeks paired well against her (s/c) flesh. He couldn't wait to sully it with scarlet blood and paint a face of pain fit for a criminal. It was only fair. She'd taken more than her fair share of others' lifeblood.