μανία| Yandere Greek Mythology x reader

Surprisingly...

《No ones Pov》

As Y/n observed the tense standoff between Hercules and Kratos, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The two warriors locked eyes, their gazes sharp like hawks surveying their prey. Kratos took a heavy and deliberate step forward, his imposing figure towering over Hercules. In a display of dominance, Kratos chose not to summon his axe back with ease, but instead grabbed it forcefully from a tree where it was deeply embedded. The tree shook as the axe was wrenched free, falling to the ground with a loud thud. Y/n could sense the tension in the air, wondering what would happen next in this intense confrontation.

With the tree teetering on the brink of collapse, Herakles sprang into action, his bulging muscles rippling as he hoisted the heavy fallen tree with ease, a look of calm determination etched onto his face. Kratos's attempt to intimidate him had clearly fallen flat, as Herakles's effortless display of strength left no doubt in anyone's mind that Herakles's was not intimidated

"Having a tree fall so close to the village will frighten the residents." With a nice grin, Herakles remarked. "This village has been plagued by monster attacks, so I simply came here to find out who was scaring the people." Kratos' attitude softened slightly at those comments; even though this fraud dared to pretend to be Herakles, he appeared to have noble intentions, but that didn't mean he was going to be pleasant to the guy.

"I see," Kratos stated with a cold gaze, turning around to look at Y/n and then at his son. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, slamming Herakles against a nearby tree with a forceful blow to his throat. Kratos's eyes blazed with the fury of a hardened Spartan rage as he demanded, "Who sent you? Such strength, perhaps you are a god, who came to hunt for me and my boy?" Kratos said with anger.

Herakles was clearly awestruck at the man's strength, no one, no ordinary man would even be able to pick Herakles up, let alone by his throat, with such sheer power! "N--" Herakles clenched his throat muscles as if to make sure his throat didn't break.

"W-Wait!" Y/n yelled rushing over, touching Kratos's bicep. "If...if he is Herakles, you can't kill him! Please!" Y/n said taking in a deep breath. "He is...Not, Herakles." Kratos firmly said, his grip not loosening even for a second, but once his gaze was drawn to Y/n's vulnerable eyes and her trembling figure, he paused., he had a bit of hesitation in his eyes.

Kratos huffed, dropping Herakles, who was gasping for air. "Thank you." Herakles breathlessly managed out to Y/n with a slight bow of his head, either in gratitude or trying to catch his breath.

"I believe you."  Y/n stated in a composed manner. It was not difficult for her to believe, given the circumstances. She had been transported through time and space, finding herself in the presence of the legendary figures and gods/goddesses of Greek mythology. The power responsible for her strange transportation had not only taken her to different locations, but also to different periods in time.

Kratos seemed displeased at Y/n's words, but simply walked over to his son and patted his shoulder, the father and son duo went over to the campfire, shortly joined by Herakles, and Y/n.

《Small time skip》

Y/n had revealed to Kratos that this was definitely Herakles, as well as her peculiar situation. Kratos' jaw clenched in wrath, his hands clasped together in a thinking gesture, his gaze burning into the flames.

"This can only mean one thing," Mimir spoke from the back of Kratos' belt. Herakles and y/n were both taken aback by the sight of a talking severed head, which Kratos removed from his belt as everyone listened.

Without any hesitation, Mimir, the revered god of wisdom, announced with a sense of urgency, "It seems we have traversed into a parallel dimension!" After taking a moment to reflect on the situation, Kratos, confirmed Mimir's observation, "Indeed, this Herakles appears to be entirely different from the one we know in our dimension."

Herakles, looking perplexed and disturbed by the sudden revelation, couldn't resist asking with a hint of unease, "May I know what I was like in your dimension?" Knowing Kratos's initial hostility towards him, Herakles was bracing himself for the worst.

Kratos had said nothing in return to Herakles. But kept his gaze on Y/n. "What do we do father?" Atreus boldly asked.

"First. We get out of this forest." Kratos said standing up. Y/n quickly did so as well but instantly regretted it as her feet stung, Kratos had looked at her for a few seconds before picking her up bridle style. "The woman--" Kratos paused. "Y/n." He then continued speaking, "--Cannot walk because of her injured feet."

Atreus moved quickly to start grabbing the crucial goods, which was a lot of bags. Herakles approached Atreus, smiling at the young child. "Let me help!" Herakles triumphantly snatched all of the bags, leaving Atreus feeling powerless and blushing with embarrassment and rage. "H-Hey! "I'm not a wimp!" Atreus couldn't help but somewhat shout it out.

Kratos turned to look back at his son, and then to Herakles. Someone even when no one said it, Herakles and Kratos felt this some sort of strange...brotherly bond.

Y/n slightly leaned into Kratos's chest, of course, she wasn't going to say 'I don't need your help!' that was obnoxious and untrue, because when Y/n needed help she didn't reject it, she gladly accepted it.

Kratos had felt a small flutter in his heart, at the woman in his arms, small compared to his own frame which towered over her.

"Follow me, the village is this way," Herakles said with a grin, leading the way despite carrying all the luggage. Kratos couldn't help but think Herakles, was rather...per-say, a bit naive? Kratos had held Herakles against a tree and nearly broke his neck. This Herakles was indeed different from his own.

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Mimir couldn't help but wish he was being carried by Herakles, for Mimir was linked to Kratos's belt, near his buttocks, which meant Mimir would be the first to receive a scent anytime Kratos passed gas.

《Mean-While》

《--???-- Pov》

The task at hand was a standard soul collection, a task I have performed countless times. It involves escorting those who have passed on to the underworld. However, this time was far from typical. Despite my best efforts, the soul I was meant to collect refused to leave the deceased body, and to my surprise, the body unexpectedly returned to life.

I was left feeling perplexed and confused by this unusual occurrence. To make matters worse, the list of souls I was meant to collect kept changing, and those who were supposed to pass away at specific times never did. To add to the confusion, a creature by the name of Y/n appeared to be accompanying them wherever they went.

After gathering enough information on the matter, I felt it was necessary to report the situation to Hades.

A/n: It's pretty easy to guess who this is~