Astro

Pleasure to Partake

The hallway was wide like a castle and empty like the barren wasteland outside. Keith took the ringing silence as a moment to steel himself and to enjoy what little peace he could even enjoy in the heat of the moment. He was mostly naked, but for the small undergarments that were still clinging to the sweat based skin.

The hallway, which had been empty since Keith had even gotten into his room, was partially destroyed as crumble of stone littered the musty carpets. Hallways, architecturally, were similar not only in the base but also in ships and even floating castles throughout the empire. That was one of the few constants the superhumanly strengthened omega could enjoy with what little he had. He looked to the roof, the arches all dusty and particles small and whitish floating sheepishly down from the metallic rafters. He thought perhaps it was snow.

"You know, I had heard about you paladins, all the glory and fame; the myth surrounding the mighty" the large sword dipped dangerously low to Lance's neck. A simple prod had a single stream of blood seep from the fresh cut.

"All I heard about you guys was the same. You all are the great defenders, barely human mostly god... To finally meet you is a pleasure, don't get me wrong. I am eternally grateful-"

Lance met those violet-grey eyes glazed over with such a death glare, and for a moment he was almost felt pity for this person, whoever they were. Yes, in the mass chaos of the events he had failed to get the chic's name. That didn't' change the fact that whoever they were, the simple fixation of just knowing perhaps that he was a paladin was enough for them to become so hardened, so merciless, that they would no longer be regarded as a human. Animalistic, one could say. The hate, anguish, and loathsomeness ran deeper than the river of blood pooling out of Lance right now. A past wronged that sough to be right, he thought in a daze. 

"We were coming to meet you actually, not the other way around. In a sick way, you could say this was fate if you believe in that sort of shit and whatnot. I spent the last few days trying to burn your images and facial features into my retinas, trained for every sort of possible circumstance that would be presented. But none-" the heavy weighted blade traced along the tan neck as more blood pooled out, Lance's parted lips shaking with fear "-could compare to the fucking joyous sight you have brought me. So thank you."

Lance watched idly as the porcelain balls of the feet of this ravaged beauty rocked around in a circle slowly, antagonizing-ly crushing every tiny bone possible in his hand. The worst part was that the blue paladin couldn't even feel it. The pain was numbing, as was the loss of blood, but you know, pick and choose. 

Keith raised the blade high above his head, the once shimmering eyes turning frigid cold, and readied himself to deliver the final blow. The paladin could feel his breath hitch in his throat, his heart hammering out of control against his sternum. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be killed, secretly knowing that he could blame no one but himself. There was no shouting 'burn in hell' to anyone but himself, because ultimately he was the reason why he was where he was, on the ground, about to die. Playing hero was a fool's game, and for all Lances faults, for all of his faults, he had learned that lesson before, again and again, time and time again. Yet, here he was, about to be slain by his folly, if you will. Earth was a ways-away, a happy retirement with children and a wife was completely out of the question.

He didn't even get a chance to meet his true mate.

The defeated paladin closed his eyes, ready for the blow to end his life. he came far- further than he thought he would have when he first started the gig- and he was ready for his life, if not preventable, to end right here. He sighed...

Sorry Abuela...

The swoosh of the black blade made the air rush towards him, a sweet scent filling his nose before he flinched, expecting a harsh pain at the back of his neck. Instead, he heard the clank of metal and heat rushing towards his face as hot ironed sparks landed on his cheeks. He opened his eyes slowly, wincing once the hot iron shards landed on his dirtied cheeks and sizzled the delicate skin. His gaze wandered higher towards the pale-skinned beauty, his expression unreadable but a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He could see the green bayard swishing through the air on the bright neon cord, striking relentlessly at the stranger, the one whom Lance foolishly tried to save. As if they needed his slow weak ass hauling them through the base.