Fear of Mantodea (Yandere Mantis x Reader)

Cathedral

The morning was a quiet and tired thing that crept slowly across the kingdom of  Mantodea with her shy purposeful steps. The dew that blanketed the leaves slowly dripped down the plants in a rhythmic pattern dripping to their hearts content. Dawn's early light kissed the soft and light grey tips of Ranen's hair as he prepared to spar with the awaiting mantis that looked eagerly and hungrily upon his figure. The bastard had dark brown hair, most likely a night district fool to be sparring with the head priest himself. Ranen's hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, a different style than the usual braid he wore, and the armor he'd adorned had been discarded to the cathedral's floors showing off his lean body and single winding tattoo. His skin was lean, a faint lilac in color, and smelling of soft rosemary. A tattoo of the everlasting and bright sun that shined no matter what obstacles laid about his bodies course, stretching taught against his bare breast. Blood lust was evident between the two, the young apprentice's eager flashy hunger, and Ranen's icy cold calculations.

A beast writhed beneath the flesh of both of them, waiting to be let out and set free from its prison of flesh and bone. The beast howled and scratched and bit, a drooling mess for the apprentice, and an icy filled hating thing for Ranen. The tattoos upon his skin seemed to shift with every slight movement he made, a living thing that painted the back of the priest as if he were a living canvas. The two circled each other, sizing up their opponent's movements. Ranen stared at the apprentice, watchful and quiet. The apprentice stared back.

With a powerful lunge the mantis shot himself forwards, aiming for the heart of the waiting priest. Ranen swiftly dodged out of the way, a little side step that only seemed to infuriate the apprentice even more than before. The apprentice gritted his layered teeth in fury, a low growl seeping from the pits of his stomach. He stepped forward whilst thrusting upward, a killing blow that aimed for the priests jugular. With a glint in the priest's mesmerizing lilac eyes he found what he had been waiting for.

Ranen took this chance.

Instead of leaning backward to avoid the blow the priest met it head on. With a crack of bone and sinew the priest's arm plunged through the apprentices stomach. It was quite easy having it plunge through with those long claws of his. Green blood sprayed like a fountain as the apprentice fell back in shock and pain from the impact of Ranen's arm. He knew what would happen next, for it was Ranen's calling card. The look in the poor fools eyes were that of fear as the priest took one of his clawed arms and sliced off the head of the apprentice. Blood sprayed forth from the stump of a neck like a fountain. It covered Ranen, washing over him like some kind of unholy rain. The priest reveled in the feeling of its sticky wetness. With a quick flick of his arms Ranen looked back to the cathedral door as it opened to reveal a sight for sore eyes.

Princess Aria.

 The woman was a proud and tall figure of eight feet that towered over even the priest. Her long arms were spiked, a trait that ran in the royal family as they had earned that title over many years of bloodshed and fighting. Her dark purple eyes met Ranen's own lilac from above. Her fiery hair was a hot beacon in the dawns early light. She clasped her hands together as she looked over the priest with an intense gaze.

"Such an early time for bloodshed Ranen. Don't you think it would be more appropriate to take the boys challenge in the afternoon instead? Make a spectacle of his shame so that none of his family can ever test your position again. Then of course you never really liked being in the spotlight did you? You didn't even want to show your face when you beat the former master of this place..." She spoke, words crawling down Ranen's spine like leeches hungry for blood.

Her words were a cold icy snake that slithered into Ranen's ear and wouldn't come out. Spiked arms climbed to his shoulders as she pushed herself against him in a display of her body to his. A cat and mouse game the two had always played. Aria, the cruel lethal princess and Ranen, the cold priest who fed his teachings to the beetles like honey on a stick.  Ranen moved her arms slowly off of himself as a pout laid itself upon her face like a second skin.