Vrepit Sa (Lotor X Fem!Reader)

The only way you could know

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"You really are some kind of ninja, Y/N. I have to admit, I'm impressed." A familiar voice commented near your ear when the guard's footsteps completely retreated. You breathed out a sigh of relief as your muscles loosened.

"Thank god it's you Lotor." You mumbled into his hand. The Prince chuckled before letting you go. Turning to him, you noticed how easily he melted into the shadows. He seemed so relaxed right now as he lent against the opposite side of the archway, smirking easily in his own way.

"And what if it wasn't me?" Lotor questioned playfully. " What if it was one of the Paladins? Would you trust them enough to not killed them on the spot?" You knew it was a joke, but it felt sharp. Like there was a hidden meaning to it. The question also sparked a few questions of your own. Unanswered questions at that.

"About that. Mind not leaving me in the dark and telling me what are we doing here?" You quirie softly. It seemed like a half decent question to you, considering you knew nothing about how or why Lotor was working along side the people who had killed his father.

"You're not supposed to answer a question with another question you know." Lotor sighed, tilting his head to the side as his gunmetal eyes surveyed you. In reply, you just cross your arms. Soundlessly waiting for a straight forward answer. The Prince sighed again, his gaze dropping from your's. "I am restoring the Galra Empire to its former glory. To when we weren't constantly at war with the neighboring planets, but at peace with them. I want to put my Father's reign to rest and bring back peace, even if it kills me."

"So working with Voltron is going to restore that. By nearly getting yourself killed, you're going to restore balance? By leaving me in the dark, I can protect you with a snap of my fingers?" You bare your teeth as you glare up at him. You pause for a moment. Where had all this rage come from? Where you just frustrated because of Allura's behaviour earlier. Despite the reason, you still felt your muscles tense and something begin to boil within you. "I may just be a dumb mutation. I may have no other purpose than to know how to use a weapon, but I have something called common sense." You can barely breathe right now. The shadows are intensifying around you, but you don't care. "I know when I'm out numbered and when to retreat. I understand that you have to do dangerous things in order to survive. But...why don't you understand Loki? Why didn't you say anything before?"

Lotor stares down at you with wide, clouded eyes. His mouth opened and closed like a stranded fish for a few ticks. "Why are you so worked up?" He finally asked coldly. "You're worse than my Father. It's my life, keep your nose out of it. Besides, its not like I could just trust you straight off the bat. That needs to be earned you know!" There's venom in his words now, but you refuse to back down.

"You don't know the first thing about trust." You snarl back, claws digging into your forearms. "Trust is hard. Blindly trusting someone you barely know is damn hard Loki." You declare, angry tears pricking at the edges of your vision as you recall the past few days. "I have tried to follow you blindly and do my best, but it's hard. Especially when you drag me into the den of the Empire's enemies and leave me to walk on a wire. What if I tripped up? Would you let me fall? I bet it's so you can be rid of me and complete your mission without having to do the dirty work yourself. Do you want to kill me that badly? What did I ever do to you?" Digging your claws deeper into your arms, you feel the skin break. Clinging to the pain, you allow that to anchor you. You had to calm down. You knew rage was a blinding poison, but you just couldn't seem to bottle it at this point.

"You exist." Lotor snarled in a low, brutal tone, but you noticed how his lips trembled as he spoke. Your breathing hitched. "I never asked for a Shadow, I was fine on my own. You're nothing but a burden. I don't have to tell you anything Y/N! Just do your job!" As the words pierced through your mental armour like bullets, your hands found your hips while shadows consumed your vision. Fresh blood trickled down your forearms as you wiped the sticky scarlet from your claws onto your trouser leg.