His Beautiful Nightmare 》Voltron [Voltron WA 2017]

Chapter 63

I'm going to be screaming during this entire chapter
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Thank GoD she's okay

Azalea ran into his arms, and Keith buried his face in her hair.

"I managed to avoid them!", Azalea cried out worridly, tears streaming down her face, "I want to get out of here before you get hurt."

Keith hugged her protectively and kissed her gently.
"It's okay", he reassured her, "The others are expecting us back at the castle."

(Okay brief intermission to scream about how FERIN DIDN'T GIVE A FUCK THAT KEITH JUST KISSED HIM.)

Azalea nodded.

Then Keith realized something.

Azalea...

She doesn't smell like Azalea.

The floral scent isn't there.

He shoved her backwards.
"You aren't Azalea!", he shouted furiously.

The girl narrowed her eyes, chuckling darkly. A sadistic smile was plastered on her sweet face.

Keith brandished his bayard defensively.

Who is she?
It's not Marina, that's for sure.

He charged at her, but with some sort of superhuman strength, she knocked him back into the wall.
His bayard skittered across the floor and out of reach.

Keith got to his feet, wincing in pain and holding his chest where he was shot earlier.

Azalea grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off his feet.

"She never loved you", she hissed, "She was just using you to stay so the others wouldn't throw her out like the abomination she is."

Keith growled and spat in her face.

Azalea rubbed the spit off her cheek.

Then Keith watched in horror as her face tanned and her hair grew shorter. He stared directly into the face of a tan Hispanic male, who's face was twisted with psychopathic anger. Keith recognized the black facial marker that signified a hybrid.

Ferin, he realized in fear.

But it was too late.

"I hope you two share a nice hell wherever you go", Ferin growled in his face.

A knife plunged deep into Keith's chest, right where the past injury was, making Keith yell in agony.

He slumped to the ground, coughing up blood.

Ferin stood over top him, laughing loudly.

"Goodbye Paladin."