Vrepit Sa (Voltron Fanfiction) - Completed

Chapter 4: Pérdida

(AN: Pérdida means loss(es) in Spanish. Also this chapter is set in the time right after Lance's capture. Next chapter will be present day lol)

Lance grit his teeth, feeling warm blood trickle down his back, his mind battling over pain or sleep. His body flinched again, the spiked whip hitting his shoulders. He cried out, looking over his shoulder angrily, glaring at the Galran behind him. He was naked, his arms chained above his head.

He didn't know why they were doing this to him. It was only weeks after his capture, a well executed extraction for the Galrans. He and Hunk were on a diplomatic mission, talking to countless colonies to spark freedom and fight against the Galra Empire. After a few trips, the Galra caught on, sending some half-breed generals after Lance and Hunk. To keep Hunk from being captured, he distracted them by stepping into the open and firing his bayard at them. That wasn't a kind gesture, to say. He lost his bayard sometime between being knocked out and being taken upon a Galran ship.

The doors to his room slid open, a tall male with long white hair stepping in. Lance glared at the floor, holding his breath. "Good work, Adox. Dismissed." He said plainly, waving him off. The Galran, Adox, nodded and left the room, leaving Lance and the tall Galran.

The man squatted in front of Lance, lifting his chin with a finger, looking over his face. "Good morning, pretty blue," He grinned, seeing Lance look back into his eyes. "Your eyes are such a beautiful blue. I do hope this isn't too much for you." He whispered. All he got was a bitter glare from Lance, his teeth clenched. "My name is Prince Lotor, heir to the Galra Empire." He stood, looking over Lance's bleeding back. Grabbing what seemed to be like a towel, he gently wiped away the blood, earning a low growl from Lance. "I'm just telling you, Blue," Lotor spoke, throwing the towel aside, standing in front of him again. "Keep resisting and you'll lose your pretty blue eyes. I want to make you a weapon for the Empire. Capture Voltron, and you'll be loved by our fellow Galrans, and... I'll leave your family alone." He taunted, giving Lance a smirk. Lance spit at Lotor's feet, glaring at him. "I'm not going to betray my friends." He growled, the flare of heat and pain in his back starting to fade.

Prince Lotor sighed, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He sat in front of Lance, looking over the Cuban boy. "You have a large family, no?" He asked abruptly after a few minutes of silence. Lance looked away, grudgingly nodding. Lotor smiled, turning Lance's face towards him. "Do what I say, and I won't send a Galran fleet after them. Remember, most Galrans are not nice like me." He smirked, lightly tracing a hand over Lance's shoulder. Lance tried to flinch away, looking at Lotor fearfully. "Not only do I want to make you a weapon..." Lotor murmured, gliding his hand down Lance's chest, earning a soft whimper. "I may have ...other uses for you, blue."

It was a few months now, and Lance still refused to submit. His right eye had been taken, now replaced with a Galran eye. One morning, Lotor walked into his room, holding a small jar with glowing liquid in it. Quintessence. It took a while for Lotor to get Lance on his stomach and restrained. He popped open the lid, dipping his fingers in, starting to rub the liquid over Lance's back. "This is not because of a change of heart, blue. You're due for another whipping, I want to make sure they have new places to hit." He closed the lid and took the restraints off Lance, leaving the room. Lance bit his lip, grumbling something sarcastic to himself. He needed to get his frustration out, but Lotor made sure he stayed in his room or restrained.

During Lotor's next visit, he looked up at the taller male, letting out a sigh, biting his lip. "Let me fight in the Gladiator ring." Lotor looked caught off guard, shaking his head. "Not until you're complete. We still have to do more work on you." He said plainly, taking Lance's hand. "You'll be a close-combat fighter, understood? And without your eye, no more shooting guns or rifles." He sternly told Lance. Nodding, the blue paladin sighed, looking down, biting his lip.

It had been a year, and still no word about Lance from Voltron. He heard rumors that the Blue lion is being piloted again, by a new pilot. Voltron stayed away from their ship, making Lance's hope dwindle. Lance requested to speak to Prince Lotor, surprised he was allowed to. A few Galran guards lead Lance to the control room, where Prince Lotor stood in full battle armor, giving orders to his half-breed generals. One of the guards holding Lance cleared his throat. "Prince Lotor, we brought him." He said gruffly, saluting.

Prince Lotor turned, smiling when he saw Lance. He walked over to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Yes?" He said expectantly, looking Lance up and down. Sighing, Lance bit his lip. "I want to serve you, Prince Lotor. Voltron is no longer a friend of mine." He said bitterly, looking at the ground.