[ yandere shapeshifter x m! reader ] ╳
(Y/N) has always been praised for being a good follower. Almost everyone always said with a mocking tone, bared teeth, and crinkled eyes. Souls were meant to be used and praised, at least, that was what the Gr...
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The Grand Master clapped his hands. Everyone bowed their heads and began to pray, their mumbles reverberating through the floorboards like thunder.
Just like every other morning, (Y/N) was among the crowd. He bowed his head and clasped his hands together in fervent prayer. Incoherent words tumbled from his lips as beads of sweat rolled down his temple, damp baby hairs glued to his forehead. No one was as good as me. No one was as loyal as me.
Or at least that was what it seemed like.
Distant thoughts clouded (Y/N)'s mind; unfortunately, they weren't about prayer. Of course, he knew it was bad to think of anything else, but he couldn't help it! Not when he was focused on what he would do about your baby sister. That poor girl had been sick his morning and was forced to the children's room for prayer. It left him anxious. Horribly anxious.
She had to be cursed and he knew, he knew, that it was all his fault.
It happened two days ago. (Y/N) woke up early one day, earlier than usual, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast—but then he saw that thing. It leered outside his house about three yards away, on the forest edge, watching him with black eyes. Eyes that swallowed him up and turned his legs to stone. He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at it, unblinking. But he was convinced that thing cursed him and his sister.
It crouched under the thicket with claws that peeled the bark off the tree it leaned against. Human? Haha... no, there was no way that thing was human. It breathed, it smiled, but it didn't look like anything he'd ever seen before.
(Y/N) tried to chalk it up to some prank, but no one inside the community was cruel enough to pull pranks that involved imagery of black magic. Well, maybe there were some, but it wouldn't be smart to break the rules. The Grand Master was quite clear that anyone inside the community wasn't even allowed to talk about demons or black magic.
It took him a couple of days to fully register what happened. It wasn't like (Y/N) was used to looking outside his window and catching a demon watching him. Questions tumbled back and forth inside his head; just how long has it been there? How long has it been staring at him from the forest? There was no way of knowing and that alone was enough for him to put salt on all his window sills and push furniture in front of his door at night.
He hadn't a clue if salt worked, but he hoped it did.
It was a good thing that (Y/N) and his baby sister shared a room. He wouldn't have been able to sleep well at night if he knew that she was all alone.
But what was he going to do about it? If a demon was watching him, then that meant he did something sinful. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve getting stalked by some monster.
