♡︎ Yandere of the Day ♡︎
The Holy Man
You live in a small village where the local church is a vital and integral part of the community. You attend service and have some modicum of faith yourself, though you mostly go for the sense of community and... because it is expected of you. You believe in what the church preaches, but you are far from the most devout worshipper in the congregation.
The church's priest greets you one morning when you drop off some eggs from your farm. Usually one of the sisters would receive the order for the kitchens, but the holiest man in the village shows up instead. He greets you with a warm smile, and you give him one back.
He is a pleasant man, kind and generous with his flock, and you were no exception. He was about your age, maybe a touch older, and you'd heard some of the other villagers gossip and swoon over the man. You supposed you could see his appeal, he was handsome, sure. But it was hard to see a man so close to God as a sexual creature. The more time you spent around him, the more you thought about him. He took vows and everything, there was no way he would be interested in anyone, let alone you.
So you settled for an odd sort of friendship. You took the time to greet him each morning and he invited you to talk in his study after services. It always lifted your spirits to chat with him about any little thing, and when you left, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him again. You were content.
The Father watched as you left his study. He sighed, leaning back in his chair with a wide grin. You'd been so close... he could have reached out and touched you. It was so... difficult to see you every day and keep it together. Every night he dreamed of you, and every day he fantasized about your touch. You were too precious to him to defile in that way, but every time he saw you, that feeling grew weaker. Seeing you in Sunday services made it hard not to stare. When he talked to you, he couldn't fight a smile from creeping onto his face. It was driving him mad.
You were driving him mad. He laughed to himself, sweeping his hair from his face with a heart fit to burst. He didn't know what about you had made him this way, but he couldn't imagine what he would do if you pushed him away. So he was going to be patient.
He wanted you. And from the moment he first saw you, he knew he would have you. He'd always strived to not be covetous, but the thought of another day without you in his arms made him want to forsake everything he'd ever believed in. His vows, his congregation, even his God.
He would give anything and everything to have you.
And God help anyone who tried to stop him.
