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Redemption and Destiny	By : alucardsangel1973 Category: +S to Z > Voltron Views: 2221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Voltron and its characters are property of World Event Productions. I do not own the fandom. No profit is made from this. This is purely a fanfiction that includes original characters from my imagination. Characters from the series and comic are not mine.

Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
This chapter is pretty
Doomcentric. Corribus encurs the wrath of Zarkon, and an
unfortunately guard learns what happens when he nodds off on the
job. Warning: This chapter contains depictions of torture that
are not for the faint of heart or stomach.

Chapter 19
Consequences

Upon reaching the planet of
Corribus, Mogor stood upon the commander's deck with Cossack at a
distance from him. Haggar stood to the other side supporting her
hunched form on her staff. A wicked smile came to her face as she
waited for the moment her newest demonic toy would be unleashed
upon the planet. She could hardly wait to see how the Dragon of
Azrinos fared in its first test, although it would hardly be a
challenge. Corribus would serve as both a show of the dragon's
hellish power, and set an example to anyone else who thought
about bailing out on King Zarkon. As the ship approached the
planet's atmosphere, Mogor looked toward Haggar. She gave an evil
cackle. Mogor looked toward the screen.

"Release the
dragon!" He barked.

From the belly of the ship
hovered a huge coffin. The container began to glow and suddenly
burst apart. The dragon of Azrinos opened its monstrous wings and
let out a deafening roar. The beast had been caged for quite some
time now. It was hungry for destruction and chaos. It had been
shrunk in size to fit the ship. Now free of its confines, it grew
to its full monsterous size. Haggar looked on with demonic glee
as her pet soared toward the planet's surface.

"Go fourth and
destroy!" She exclaimed.

Within the royal palace people
began to panic as they looked out the huge windows and saw the
terrifying monster that was heading straight for them. Servants
began to scramble dropping whatever they had in their hands. In a
state of desperation, people began running frantically often
crashing into each other in an attempt to escape.

"We're under
attack!" Yelled the captain of the guard.

"Stations!" The
lieutenent shouted.

Scores of soldiers rushed to
their fighters in an attempt to protect the castle and the king
who dwelled within it. While the squadron had numbers on its
side, it was still no match for the dragon. With one burst of
flame, every ship and pilot were incinerated. Haggar laughed
insanely watching the ships reduced to nothing but cinders. Mogor
looked to Cossack.

"Make sure the footage is
being recorded. King Zarkon wants every planet within the empire
to see the dragon's power." He commanded.

"The ship's recorders are
getting everything. Although this does seem a little extreme for
one planet." The second in command pointed out.

"Are you questioning King
Zarkon's methods of damage control?" Mogor questioned with a
menacing tone.

"Of...of course not. It
just seems this isn't much of a challenge for Haggar's
lizard." Cossack answered with a nervous gulp.

"It isn't meant to be a
challenge you twit. We are setting an example. Those who do not
side with King Zarkon are against him. And those who are against
him are his enemies, and therefore are our enemies as well.
Understood leiutenent?" Mogor said sternly.

"Yes commander." The
leiutenent replied.

The dragon sprayed the land
with fire reducing much of the landscape to ashes. People who ran
practically evaporated under the dragon's lethal breath. However
many buildings were made of stone and metal and did not burn
easily. The dragon descended to the ground and lumbered toward
the imposing stone palace. With one swipe from one of its
powerful arms, the top of the building was reduced to rubbble.
Seeing the terrified occupants scrambling for their lives, the
dragon drew in a mighty breath and rained fire down upon the
castle's interior. All within were reduced to cinders.

Haggar laughed with devilish
glee as the royal forces made a pitiful attempt to ward off the
monster. Cannons were fired at the thing, but the shots only
bounced off like rubber balls hitting a steel wall. The dragon
took one swipe with his deadly claws and scooped the canons and
their shooters up. They were hurled hundreds of feet to their
deaths. A second squadron of fighters raced toward the beast
shooting it with everything they had. But the lazers bounced off
the dragon's body, many of which were deflected back at the
vessles. The dragon extended its wings and knocked many ships out
of the skies. It lashed around with its gigantic tail knocking
down one building after another.

Monstrous plumes of black
smoke filled the sky turning day into night. The dragon continued
its hellish rampage destroying everything and anything in its
path. Mogor watched with grim satisfaction as the destruction
continued. People were either burned, stomped to death or even
eaten. The nightmarish roars could be heard on the other side of
the planet. Pictures of the chaos were broadcast to King Zarkon's
control room on planet Doom.

"King Zarkon will be much
pleased. You've created a true nightmare Haggar." Mogor
commented.

"I do my best."
Haggar said with a wicked laugh.

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Back on Planet Doom, King
Zarkon watched the events unfold on Corribus as the dragon
destroyed every living thing in its path. Upon his face was an
expression of sadistic pleasure as he watched the planet being
descimated. It eased his anger as he watched buildings being
destroyed and people being killed. He rubbed his hands together
in wicked anticipation knowing this scene would be played out
again. Only this time, it would be the people of Arus being
terrorized and exterminated by the dragon's wrath. He imagined
seeing the mighty robot Voltron being melted down into a
worthless pile of scrap by the dragon's fire. He licked his lips.
Soon his greatest enemy would be out of the way.

"Haggar's creation is
most impressive, your majesty." Said Sylvana as she
approached the king and bowed humbly.

"Yes. Let's see if any
other planets in the empire want to reneg on their alliance with
me now. Corribus made the most grievious of errors in judgment
when they turned their backs on me." Zarkon growled.

"What of the traitors,
majesty?" Sylvana asked.

Zarkon's mood suddenly turned
dangerous when the question was asked. "I will deal with
them soon enough. Soon, they will all pay. I will wipe out the
remains of Keltor's blood line in one stroke. And I will see to
it such weakness is never allowed to flourish again." The
old king snarled.

"Of course. Will you be
requiring anything of me, sire?" Sylvana questioned.

"One of my guards fell
asleep while he was supposed to be watching my queen. I want an
example set to the other sentries that this will not be tolerated
under any circumstances. Make it clear to them what will happen
if such foolishness happens again." Zarkon ordered.

Sylvana got an evil smile upon
her deep red lips. "No guard will ever fall asleep on duty
again after I'm done." She said.

"Good." Zarkon
replied with a low growl.

Sylvana bowed again and left
the control room. She walked with a hurried stride anxious to get
to the dungeons. It had been a while since she'd had a truly
satisfying experience torturing someone. While she basked in the
chance of having riches and power, it was the pain of others she
loved most. And now she had the chance to indulge in her twisted
vices. The king had a small section of the dungeons set aside as
Sylvana's private torture chamber. The only provision being he
would be allowed to watch her at her most wicked anytime he
wished. She certainly didn't have a problem with that. She
appreciated those who had a taste for sadism as she did.

She reached her special
'playroom' where the unfortunate guard had been taken and
prepared. A small troop of sentries had been gathered for the
gorish spectacle she was about to put on. As the king had
commanded, Sylvana would make sure no other guards fell asleep
while guarding the queen. They watched as she gave an order for
the unit to stand aside while she entered the torture room. They
all watched with nervous expressions as she looked at the array
of menacing implements on the stone slab. With a turn she looked
at the almost naked victim strapped to a wooden slab. It stood
upright but could also be turned horizontally if desired.

She turned back to the stone
slab and looked at the torture instruments wondering which she
would use first. She picked up a cat of nine tails. Unlike an
ordinary one, this one had sharp wire barbs sewn into the leather
strips. Sylvana eyed it with sadistic hunger and then looked
toward her victim. She strolled toward him as he looked at her
with wide and fearful eyes. He began silently praying to the
druel gods that they would spare him from Sylvana's twisted
hungers and bargaining that he would never fall asleep on duty
ever again. But those prayers would go unanswered.

She raised the whip and
viciously brought it down against the guard's chest. He let out a
loud cry of pain as the metal barbs slashed across his chest
leaving jagged lacerations on his blue skin. Again she brought
the implement down upon his skin making more painful cuts to his
flesh. Streams of blood poured from wounds. Ever slash of the
metal barbs was pure agony to the victim. He felt his skin being
torn, the sensitive nerves being tormented by the fiendish
instrument. He felt like he was being slapped with thorny vines.
The sensations were agonizing. The barbs were sharp enough to cut
flesh, but not so sharp that the sensations would end quickly.
The device was meant to let the pain linger even after the
assault had ended. It felt like his skin was burning with intense
heat.

Again and again Sylvana
brought the barbed whip down upon her victim's flesh choosing key
points on his body. She flailed him on his chest, arms and legs,
especially his upper thighs. She instructed two guards to unstrap
the victim and turn him around so she could flog the back of him,
which she did with ruthless pleasure. Every time he screamed put
her in a state of exctasy. She licked her lips relishing his
agony. He could feel the stinging sensations all over his body.
He was covered in streams of blood from all the jagged wounds. He
writhed in pain which only caused more torment as he
inadvertantly rubbed his lacerated skin against the wooden slab.

Keeping his back facing her,
Sylvana put down the barbed whip. She then picked up what
appeared to be a clawed hand on the end of a stick. The claws
were blunt and wide. She walked toward the guard and began
rubbing the lacerations with the thing. Slowly she began to dig
the blunt claws into the wounds causing a most exquisite agony.
The nerves that had already been exposed from the flogging were
being punished anew by the slow gouging. Slowly, ever so slowly
Sylvana dragged the hand against the lacerations as if probing
the wounds. The victim screamed and wailed feeling the
unimaginable pain. The other sentries winced knowing it could
very well be one of them who was next if they transgressed as
their comrade had.

Sylvana worked her way down
his back until she reached his buttocks. She repeated the action
only she forced the longest finger of the clawed hand hard into a
particularly deep cut. Her victim tried to struggle and push
himself away from the torturing action only to grind his shredded
chest against the wood which left splinters in his already
stinging flesh. All he could do was scream and wail. Beads of
sweat poured from his body. The salt of it seeping into the open
wounds only making the hellish torment worse. He felt as if his
whole body was on fire and the burning would not stop. But that
wasn't the end of the torture yet. Sylvana still had several
ideas she wanted to implenment upon her victim.

Many of the guards strained to
keep watching when they saw what Sylvana did to her victim next.
She took a metal rod that had been sitting over a bed of hot
coals. They fought to keep from doubling over when they saw
exactly what she did with it and more specifically, where she
inserted it. None of them dared to look away fearing that even
such a minor offense would warrant such punishment. The victim's
howls echoed through the castle. The pain so exscruiating the
victim expired from blood loss and internal trauma. Sylvana was
dissapointed her victim had not lasted longer. But as she looked
upon the repulsed and extremely unnerved expressions of the
sentries, she felt satisfied that she'd proven her point.

None of the men could believe
how a woman could be so absolutely vile and love every minute of
it. She looked at her handywork with an almost orgasmic
expression.

"Pity. I would have
expected a druel to hold out longer." She said with a small
hint of dissapointment.

"I want every one of you
to look at this pathetic excuse for a sentry. I hope you burned
his screams deep into your minds. Let them serve to remind you of
all who fail King Zarkon. His queen and the offspring she carries
are of vital importance to him. They should be just as important
to you as your ability to keep them safe will determine just how
long you live. And how painfully you will die if you should
fail." She warned sternly.

The guards knodded in unison
before Sylvana dismissed them. She looked over the corpse
strapped to the wooden slab. "I should take notes myself. I
want the next time to last much longer." She said to
herself.

to be continued
- 18
- 19
- 20
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