Diamond Heart | Voltron (Keith Kogane) [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛: 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

[A/N: I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I HADN'T PUBLISHED CHAPTER 24!!! SORRY GUYS]

    She was Violence.

    All things malicious.

    She was a dangerous woman.

    She was the damn result of what it was like to be raised in constant chaos with little to no peace after the age of ten years old.

    Her own powers laced in something Honerva wanted, needed to have. Darkness and power. And you were just that.

    Face to face.

    Finding her in the middle of an altean meadow wearing Galra Empress clothing. Voltron/Atlas found their way there but there was no beast needing to be slayed. There was only you both.

    Tears filled her eyes as she was disgraced from her title, rejected by her own son. She wanted all of the universes to tear and break apart and find themselves destroyed.

    But here you were, still standing, doing the impossible.

    Here you were staring at her with your double-scythe in hand ready to slay her like you had done to her husband, to her son. You were her daughter-in-law funny enough. Just how poetic was that? To have you in her family, to have everything she could ever possibly want at her fingertips waiting to snatch it up to control.

    The entity you both carried inside of you screaming at one another as they stand on the opposing side.

    It seems as if they were old friends. As if you were truly Vurana instead. But you weren't.

    It's funny. How you used to look like both Vurana and your mother but now...now you looked like yourself. Scars littering your face. Your body filled with metal that saved your life, that once was a part of Zarkon's armor.

    In this universe, you wore an outfit ever so similar to her. But in your case you wore what the Kaltae used to wear. All black leather armor with a corset keeping everything tightly together. The only color on there was not two singular lines that trace your torso or the side of your legs, no. These colors matched your team, your team, Voltron. Purple. White. Yellow. Red. Blue. Green. Black.

    Your family sigil is etched on your back.

    Honerva slams down a double-sided sword that had gone missing a couple of weeks ago. She had it. She took it.

    Slamming the blade into the ground piercing this Altea's dirt, crushing the flowers that only grow on that singular planet meant to have been destroyed 10,000 years ago.

    Eyes matching, slicing into one another. There your eyes matched so similarly to your mother's, holding the family (color) whilst the other not holding green like her but rather black reminding her that she wanted everything you had.

    There in Honerva's eyes looked to be of Lotor's, a successor, another heir meant for the taking.

    Taking a deep breath, you were the arrow ready to be flung towards your target. You scythe the killing tip that was meant to take the very life of the witch.

    Without your family, without your friends' help as they all fought. You knew no one was going to save you this time. Not even the White lion. Speaking of which you hear it roar once before running away heading for Voltron/Atlas probably to form with them, drawn to be in that transformation.

    You needed to fight her one on one.

    Swallowing hard. You hoped that this was the last battle. Hoped that if you had died that they would stop reviving you that you would finally be dead. Hoped that this was it. That you could save the universe once again.

    She lifts the sword up like she had observed many before her.

    You didn't move an inch. All your thoughts circling around the people you love. Sam. Colleen. Astraea. Pidge. Matt. Shiro. Lance. Hunk. Kolivan. Coran. Morana. Orion. Mor. And...Keith.

    They didn't need to see this.

    Shadowsinger. A wall of void staggers upwards covering all of Atlas/Voltron. Covering their line of sight from both you and Honerva. They didn't need to see you die once again. Didn't need to see you traumatize.

    Vengeful Daughter of Isolde. Seeing the blade ready for the slaughtering. You spun your weapon beside you, looking as if you were taunting her.

    "I will get what is mine, Violence," Honerva hisses out, deadly.

    Stealer of Titles. Your eyes look over the weapon that you knew to be of your grandmothers and mother holding together by ice and a necklace made up of the sun. That shadow shimmering look gone. Their shadows are no longer there. Meaning they had been freed.

    Daughter of Sorraya. Her eyes glowed brightly like the stars up above. Her body is burning just like them too.

    Bearer of Many Names. Inhaling deeping. Her chest rising. Holding that breath alone as long as she needed to.

    Power oozing from the both of them. Uncontrollable lustful amount of power that would have Zarkon drooling over. Two Empresses of the Galra empire standing face to face. The world of light and darkness under their command.

    You returned, "Victory or Death."

    This time you'll follow your blood's motto, their quote. You shall defend your universe with all of your might and win victoriously or you'll die all the same. All in the name of glory.

    The Reincarnation of Hael. Exhaling. She was the first to make her move. Darting outwards. Slamming the blade down over the sword. Flipping over the witch and throwing her over her.

    Honerva disappears in the air with a spark of light meant to strike the shadows deeply.

    Closing her eyes, she draws another breath awaiting looking searching for Honerva waiting for her to strike instead of having her body search around. She had her shadows help her.

    Sporting out as she appeared once again she faces her, the scythe kissing her neck whilst the blade pierces her chest. A gasp leaving her lips and she you were forced to feel and watch helplessly as you became a mist of your own. Darkening like a shadow. Two eyes glowing white. A guttural scream alerting all around before you seeped into the sword.

    The White paladin. Stuck inside of Honerva's damn mind. A bright void that she had no idea of escaping.

    No plan.

    No way out.

    All that surrounds was pure blinding light with constant thoughts, constant memories, constant chaos.