Fear of Mantodea (Yandere Mantis x Reader)

The woods that surround us part 1: Ignis the king and Luna the slave

"My body is my temple. To meet the disciple every inch of me must be pure."

The cathedral was quiet and serene as if it had not been touched in years. A false sentiment, but it was not unlikely for the holy grounds to be this way. Underneath the cathedral a large silver pool waited only to be used to make ones body ready to meet the disciples. The sweet scent of lavender and ashes wafted through the air as Ranen peeled his armor off of his body and slipped himself into the awaiting waters. Pale almost lilac skin showed off the toned body of the priests that had turned slick from the lavender scented water. Not a mark could be seen upon it. Surprising as the priest had fought in many battles before rising to where he was now. Many maidens would jump at the chance to see the priest in all his glory, but only few were able to see him. The priest prided himself in his body and would only let the worthiest of women touch it. However, this was not an event for the mere touching of bodies and sharings of carnal pleasures.

Ranen breathed in and out releasing the ball of tension in his chest that stayed with him from the moment he had entered the cathedral to the time he had come into these chambers. A knock made itself apparent at the entrance to which the priest hummed in response to. He hadn't wanted to waist his breath on the person who had been waiting outside. When the door opened a young mantis entered the area with many oils and sponges prepared for the priest. Glowing lilac eyes dragged themselves over the girl's body with disinterest and boredom. He was never too fond of this next part, but it was necessary when it came to this ritual. Purity always demanded sacrifice.

Ranen stretched his body out in the bathing area as the girl started to pull the sponge over his body. A part of the process that could not be skipped or else he would never be as pure as he needed to be. Black wings, large and foreboding stretched out to take up the room. They had clicked from the priest's back as he had decided to become more comfortable. In this white sanctum they looked to almost be embodiment's of the surrounding darkness. In all priestdom no other had had wings such as these. Ranen had always been the first. The woman scrubbed harder.

Rachelle was shaking, scared of the man who she had to take care of; a man of icy cold fury and pride. Get one step wrong and she was as good as dead in the eye of all the mantid in the kingdom. Beads of sweat dripped down her body as she shook and tried to keep the sponge steady. This would only cause her to shake even more. It was no secret that Ranen was highly revered and feared across Mantodea. He had killed many people to gain his title. Imagine the girl's surprise when the acolytes of the cathedral had requested her to take part in the purification of the body. 

Rachelle Azeroth was a noble girl born of high birth in the day district. A girl whom, since conception, had never felt the touch of hardship in her life. Imagine her confusion when the Acolytes came knocking at her door requesting her presence at the cathedral. At the time they had said that they needed a young untouched and clean woman to perform the cleansing. Rachelle was apparently the first one to be picked out of random selection. When the girl thought back to it she wished that she had just refused outright, but how could she have done it when the priest himself had requested her? What would the acolytes have done to her if she refused? A shaky sigh passed through the girl's lips as she continued to scrub at the man's surprisingly muscular and lean body. With a sudden jerk a clawed hand reached out and grabbed the girl's hand as it held it in a tight but non painful grip. A gasp escaped from the girl's lips as she pulled away slightly from Ranen's sudden and surprising action.

"I-I'm sorry priest Ranen, but what are you doing?" She asked in fear for her life.

Ranen looked calmly upon the girl's face as she stared at him with a mix of bewilderment and fear. She was a doe in head lights and he was the speeding car coming after her. His movements were that of a snakes that hid inside the skin of the mantis. His clawed hand clicked at the sides of the pool creating an oddly mesmerizing clinking sound that ticked and ticked away. When Ranen opened his mouth to speak Rachelle could barely hear any of the words said, but that did not stop their meaning from coming through.