Lance's bright blue ocean eyes were shining in the dark halls of the castle.
Lance walked up to Keith's door and sliced it open as he shoved his foot through the week points he created. He smiled as he walked through the metal hole.
He walked to the sleeping figure that was hiding out in the eerie dark.
He picked him up gassing him so he goes into a deep horrendous sleep. He licked his ear and grabbed at his crotch he groped at his body and blew softly against his neck.
Lance smiled his once bright blue eyes were now a dark grey his life no longer seen.
He grabbed his good ol' pocket knife and started to graze the blade against his neck as his blood leaked through the open wound.
Lance then started to scratch at Keith's body giggling at every scratch that was surfaced.
He took his trusty Bayard and transformed it into his sword and started stabbing it into Keith's chest the raven hair boy coughed some blood up before passing out again. It was the last noise that was ever heard from him.
Lance licked up the blood and moaned from how good the iron taste felt in his mouth as he drank it all. His hazy eyes left him sniffing for his last three victims.
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Death?
FanfictionDeath seemed satisfying to Lance. He liked the way people's eyes's would dull when they died. Little did the paladins know Lance felt this way and was twitching to murder someone Trigger warnings : necrophilia and murder (this is a serial killer au)
