Fear of Mantodea (Yandere Mantis x Reader)

An Oracle's Nightmare

        Gregor huffed as the both of you looked out onto the scene ahead of you, this action creating the attitude he would have due to the scene in front of you. There was Henrick, a surprising addition with a sweaty nervous air surrounding him. Ranen was next, stoic as ever but seemingly less bored than he had been before. Quintarion grabbed the back of a podium chair, looking as if he were about to utter something, but decided it better to keep his mouth closed. The whole entourage was there, most likely caught in whatever meeting they were having, though, this begged the question as to what type of meeting. For a few seconds the silence between you all prevailed, imbuing the air with an awkwardness not unbeknownst in the church by now. That was, until a low and wolfish whistle reverberated into the air. 

        "Well, well brother, it is a marvel to behold you here of all places. Tell us, are you here to ask the priest's assistance as well?" Gregor questioned, a metaphorical tail curling around his legs. 

        A mischievous glint appeared within the twin's eyes, his tongue turning sharp as a foxes with a cold whit in his tone. An odd peculiarity seemed to radiate from Henrick's reddened face and like a fisherman on the hunt, he was hoping for the beetle to take the bait. Here stood the older brother, eyes dilated and sweat leaking from his pores like a leaky faucet; what was there not to find suspicious? Gregor put his hands behind his back, a certain charm permeating his handsome features. Henrick straightened as the two of you stepped into the church. 

        "No," Henrick answered, his face turning into the portrait of calm neutrality. "I'm just doing my brotherly duty. Is it wrong to worry for my little sister dear brother? Mantodea is a vast and winding place after all."

        Gregor barred his teeth, a charming grin cracking through his prince like face.

        "Yes, it is...isn't it?" Gregor paused, his blue eyes slyly turning their points to the man's arms.

        Red marks....as if he had been rubbing them not too long ago. A bubble gurgled inside Gregor's gut; rubbing his arms was something the brother had always done when he was nervous. Henrick quickly pulled his sleeves over them once more. 

        "Well," He cleared his throat, "I have to be going, things to do as you know, erm," He turned to Ranen. "Thank you for checking on Maria, Mister Ashtione."

        Henrick bowed to the priest subserviently, though the only acknowledgement he got from him was a faint smile and a flick of his hand. 

        "No, Mister L/n, thank you for entrusting her to us."

        Pushing his way pass Gregor, rudely bumping his shoulder in the process, Henrick soon found himself away from the stuffy church. Ignoring the gesture, your brother turned his vulpine smile to Ranen signifying him as his next target, though, before he could even speak you had his ear pinched between two fingers. 

        "Stop it, whatever you're thinking of getting up to, cut it away from your mind right this instance or I swear I will tell Miss Liabell about your 'incident'."

        Gregor pulled at his collar, letting out an airy laugh as he stooped down to your height.

        "Yes, yes dear sister, I understand. I will hold back my urges for now, but only for you of course."

        A subtle wink and a nod, as well as a pat had you rolling your eyes at the ridiculous boy. Out of everyone, why did it have to be him to volunteer to go with you? It was better than Stella of course, with her unquelled rage towards what had happened, but wasn't Daris the much better option? At least he could keep his hands to himself. Blinking slowly, you turned your head to Ranen, a nervous tune fixating itself over your body.