Lovely »Pidge/Katie • Voltron«

-17- Hell's Mourning

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December 8, 7805

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Haggar kept quiet as she looked at her son. Her eyes following the table he had just thrown, watching it crash to the ground. She remained expressionless as Lotor continued to dismantle the furniture. His lost fiancé was the heartbreaking news the prince had received to cause such destruction.

Her son was her favorite, greatest, and most successful creation. When she brought the prince into the world she named him with all pure intentions. A sliver of Honerva still thriving within her, she named the child after a flower grown only in the Altean castle gardens. A lotor was a beautiful plant that had symbolized heroism, it was often used in crowns to honor people for their good deeds.

Her beautiful son took the name with hatred when he found out about the roots. Long ago he never wanted to be associated with such a belittled title as half-Altean. He did everything to prove his blood ran true to Galra race, to his empire.

Haggar noticed this, grateful when he accepted this side of his family and did not spit at the idea. As her son grew she also noticed his lack of interest to anything. Anything but the throne. He constantly tried to bring it up with his father, Zarkon took this as a threat. An attempt at his life, this assumption seeped into the minds of the Galra.

Haggar attempted everything to save her beloved son from prison. Instead she was useless as her son was left to rot in a dirtied cell. When he was brought back to the light she was the happiest since his birth. Yes, her husband laid in a coma, but her only child became a respected replacement.

Then he brought the girl.

Katie, a gorgeous and ambitious girl from Earth. A Paladin of Voltron, guardian of the forests, the young woman was the finest in the galaxy according to Lotor. The brunette had resented the prince's proposal, not that she had a choice to decline, and this shattered her son.

Lotor worked tirelessly to juggle the duties of emperor and fiancé. Haggar presented herself without direction, leering inconspicuously around the girl. She would grin when the paladin would start to torment herself over her first love. Only to begin complimenting the prince.

The girl was wonderful to toy around with. When the sorceress found out Lotor was to leave for prisoner check ups, she was over the moon. No one questioned Katie Holt's 'lessons' with Haggar. No one heard her tormenting the fragile mental state of the girl, no one cared as she was skinned from the inside.

The Green Paladin returned obliviously, no recollection of the persecution over the three days. Haggar was responsible for many of the girl's injuries but the witch wasn't a sloppy torturer. She always made sure to clean up the cuts, bruises, and scars her treatments had left behind. So when Lotor barged in shouting for an explanation for his bride's wounds, she was astonished.

Such a curious girl and her ignorant son. Haggar has to assist Lotor's understanding towards self harm. To which he fell into a sadness, adding a new idea of electroshock therapy for the human to her 'menu' of methods. An appreciation to damage her emotional barriers, breaking down the physical pain until she was begging for her life to be ended. Katie was lucky, the only thing Haggar was doing was enchancing the sprout of hidden feeling the girl was already nurturing for Lotor.

She remembered seeping into the girl's mental records, inspecting the memories she had. Watching with disgust as her and the Black Paladin became intimate. Laughing at the moment of realization she revealed her feelings to the half-Galra prince.

Katie Holt was an interesting subject. The girl with golden eyes was fascinating to study and there was never a dull moment during her treatments. The Green Paladin traumatized her beloved son with her absence. She would make sure Katie Holt's dilemmas were an eternity.

Haggar watched curiously as her son stormed out of the room. She sighed and began her work. The witch would burn the universe to find Katie Holt.

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December 8, 7805

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Lotor stopped at an empty corner of the ship. His dragged himself down, sobbing quietly. His breath hot and body trembling.

He could still feel the touch of her smooth skin. The softness of her lips, the mewls of his name from her voice. They had never consummated heir engagement since she wasn't ready but they tested the limits of the agreement. Her lidded eyes as the prince laid marks on her skin. The way she would beg for more of his touches, licking the prominent collar bone.

His Katie was gone.

Taken away by those horrible people. She was happy here. Pidge was excited to become his wife and she was snatched from his arms.

The Black Paladin deserves a punishment worse than death. He wished to peel away is skin, prod at the his brain and force him to battle the in the arena.

Oh yes, the idea of his beloved Katie on his lap as they watched the gladiators gave riveting feelings. He would find his wife and never let those pesky paladins have the honor to see her ever again.

Lotor rose from his pathetic position, wiping away the tears. Keeping his bearings as he pushed the microphone on his earpiece.

"You will find Katie Holt. You will return her to me at all costs."

"Vrepit Sa."