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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
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chap7

Chapter 7:
Changes

When he was sure that
no one was around Lotor opened his eyes and began to move. He
looked around seeing he was for the moment all alone. He got to
his feet and stumbled behind a huge rock so no one would see him.
Still breathing heavy and coming off the affects of the pill Arin
gave him, he scanned the area for signs of life other than
himself. He looked down and quickly assessed he was going to need
clothes. The pants he'd been wearing were falling apart.

He heard footsteps
approaching. He peered from behind the rock cautiously and saw
there was only one man approaching the pile of dead bodies. He
could tell there was only one man and none followed behind him.
He watched as the man started looking at the bodies and started
looking at their hands and through their clothes. He was a grave
robber looking for any hidden treasures that might have been left
on the dead.

Lotor scowled at him
in disgust. He also noticed the fellow was his size and height.
He wore black pants, a black shirt and a black ankle length coat
with long sleeves. Not exactly a prince's garb, but finery no
longer mattered. He needed clothes, and also the urge to teach
this piece of trash a lesson he'd not soon forget...or live long
enough to remember. He was about to step out from behind the rock
when he noticed the man had picked out a woman who had obviously
just died. Rigormortis hadn't set in yet and the man had an
interest in her that no right minded man should ever have. He
grasped her barely cold wrist and dragged her from the pile.

He hoisted her over
his shoulder and carried her to the very rock Lotor was hiding
behind. The man propped her against the rock with her face
against it. Lotor peered cautiously at the man's activities not
exactly sure what he why he was doing this. It became quite
obvious when the man started unfastening his pants exactly what
he was about to do. The former prince's face twisted in utter
shock and disgust. He might have been a lot of things, but raping
the dead was something even he looked down upon.

The man was so
involved in his activity he didn't see the drule sneak cautiously
behind him. Before he was able to take his perverted pleasure of
the dead woman, he felt his head visciously grabbed. Lotor
smashed the man's head violently against the rock. Feeling so
disgusted with this scum's intended act, Lotor smashed his
victim's head against the rock again. This time he could feel the
man's skull shatter beneath the flesh and skin. Blood splattered
and smeared against the smooth surface as he let the now dead man
fall backward to the ground.

"Disgusting
piece of trash." He growled as he drug the dead man behind
the rock. He would have loved to make the man's death more
violent and painful, but at the moment getting clothes without
getting killed himself was more important. He quickly stripped
his victim and changed. He quickly looked himself over seeing how
everything fit. Satisfied with the outfit, he put the tattered
work pants on his victim and dragged him back to the pile of
corpses.

"This looks
better on me anyhow." He growled looking in disgust at the
grave robber. Lotor then looked over at the woman whom the robber
was about to have his way with. Even though she was dead, she
didn't deserve such post mortim indignity. He didn't have time to
bury her as he knew others would soon be on their way to dispose
of the dead. He picked her lifeless form up and carried her over
to the other bodies and laid her down beside them.

Feeling all his
strength return, he hurried from the site to find a better place
to hide. Not too far away he found a cave. It wasn't much, but it
had deep caverns for which he could hide from prying eyes. He
wandered in and went to the darkest parts to avoid being seen.
The place seemed pretty well abandoned. Obviously no one else was
using it. For the time being this would be his shelter until he
could blend in with the populace until he could find a way to get
off Taebos and reach planet Arus. But he wouldn't have much time.
He knew his father would soon begin plans for an attack against
Arus.

"I have to get
to her first. I have to warn Allura before it's too late. I only
pray she'll listen to me." He said to himself.

*********************************************************

Coran sat in the
control room with a worried look upon his face. There was cause
for relief in his eyes, but more cause for alarm. Keith and Sven
went to the control room after being requested to meet with
Coran.

"What's going
on?" Keith asked.

"We've recieved
a confirmed report. The son of Zarkon is indeed dead. Our scout
on planet Doom has heard and seen proof positive that Lotor is no
longer a threat to the princess. Unfortunately now we have bigger
problems. Zarkon has taken a new wife and having celebrated his
nuptials he is planning a massive attack upon Planet Arus. This
time he means to do away with us once and for all." Coran
answered.

"Then let him
bring it on. We'll be ready for him." Keith said.

"Keith, I know
you and the others are master pilots of the Voltron lions. With
the team, Voltron has fended off Zarkon's attempts every time.
But something has changed. Before Zarkon had someone else leading
the attacks, and for the most part Lotor was always the one in
charge. At least he never wanted any real harm to come to
Princess Allura. That was our one saving grace." Coran
explained.

"The only reason
Lotor didn't want Allura harmed was because she'd have been no
use to him dead. He'd have gotten tired of the chase sooner or
later and could have dealt us the same blow that Zarkon would.
We'd have made it through like we always do." Keith replied.

"Yes, but now
that Lotor is out of the way, Zarkon won't hold back. I think
there is logic to what Prime Minster Coran is saying." Sven
interjected.

"We took Zarkon
himself on when he piloted a robeast. If we could kick his ass
once, we can do it again." Lance said.

"But we have no
idea what Zarkon is planning. You and the rest of the team must
be on your guard. Voltron may be needed at a moment's
notice." Coran replied.

"We're always on
guard." Sven said as he and Keith left the control room.

Unbeknownst to them
Allura had been outside listening to the conversation. She rushed
back to her room. She didn't understand why, but she was fighting
back the urge to cry. It didn't make sense to her. Why would she
shed tears for a man who had terrorized her and made her life
miserable?

"It's true. He's
dead. Lotor is dead. I should be relieved. I won't have to deal
with his advances anymore. I should be taking a huge sigh of
relief. Yet, I'm not. I'm...sad. I'm sad that he's gone.
Why?" She asked herself.

*********************************************************

On Planet Doom Zarkon
sat in his throne room while his advisors sat around him
listening to his plan for the attack on Arus.

"Sire, we've
sent robeasts time after time and Voltron has vanquished them
all. It would be a waste of time to send yet another only to have
it end up in the scrap heap." One advisor said cautiously.

Amazingly the king
was calm in his responce. "I will not be sending a robeast
to deal with the robot Voltron. As we speak Haggar is working on
the plans for a device that will weaken my enemy and after that
onslaught, I will have an army to the likes that the universe has
never seen waiting for him." Zarkon replied.

"But sire, that
will take time. What if Planet Arus were to attack us
first?"

"Time is on my
side. The people of Arus are not war minded and will most
certainly not risk their beloved Voltron in an offensive attack.
That is the beauty of this plan. I will give them time without
any attacks luring them into a false sense of security. They will
be completely unprepared for the ultimate weapon that I intend to
unleash upon them. There will be no mistakes this time." The
king said as he sipped wine from a gold chalice.

"I will make an
example out of Planet Arus. All life in the universe shall soon
know what happens to those who defy the will of King
Zarkon!" He shouted triumphantly.

*********************************************************

Back on Taebos, Lotor
stood inside the cave as the rain started to pour. Lightening
sparked lighting the dark storm clouds in the sky. The wind blew
savagely whipping Lotor's hair back. He stood watching the rain
fall in sheets making deep puddles all over the ground. He went
back into the darkness of the cave wondering how he was going to
survive. He had no weapons and he had only his combat skills to
fend off attackers. And there was an even more pressing concern.
How was he going to eat? He no longer had anyone bringing him his
food. Even if it had been some of the worst stuff he'd ever put
in his mouth, at least he was fed on Carnos. Now he would have to
obtain food on his own.

"So this is
what my life is to be now." He thought to himself.

"My father had
dealings with Taebos. I have to assume there are people here who
may know who I am. My father thinks I'm dead. He's right. His
son is dead. The son of Zarkon is dead, never to be
ressurected. I will give you that promise, Allura. I can never
undo the terrible things I did to you and your people, but I can
promise you that monster will never terrorize you again.
Never."

*********************************************************

The man called Danzar
sat in his cell. He heard footsteps approaching and without
thinking knew who it was. The door creaked open and there stood
King Zarkon with a triumphant smile upon his face. Danzar looked
up through weary eyes squinting at the sudden flood of light. He
looked up at his wicked nemisis.

"What do you
want...brother?" He asked.

Zarkon scowled at the
last word. "Do not ever call me that again. As far as I'm
concerned you and I were never related. We may have come from the
same parents, but that is all we shared in common." Zarkon
growled.

"Why are you
here?" Danzar enquired.

"I have
something I want you to see. Guards, bring him." The old
king ordered.

The guards entered
Danzar's cell and forced him to his feet. They unshackled his
ankle and then put his hands in irons to make sure he didn't try
to escape. His ankles were also restrained so he couldn't run
away. He looked upon his brother with nothing more than utter
disdain and bitterness. Zarkon, on the other hand, smirked evilly
watching his silbling clasped in irons. When he was secured,
Zarkon ordered the guards and the prisoner to follow him into the
control room.

They reached the
control room where Danzar was walked up to the huge screen.
Zarkon was brimming with anticipation. This would be a moment he
would relish for years to come. The final defeat of the last
rival to his crown. It was known that Zarkon had siblings and
systematically had them all eliminated. All execpt for his
brother Danzar.

"I have
something very special for you to see recorded in the castle
video log. I think this will make a lasting impact upon your
final years...brother." Zarkon said with a snarl.

There on the screen
Danzar saw the body of a young drule male surrounded by oger
guards. Danzar's blood ran cold seeing who it was.

"Majesty, your
son will no longer be a problem to you. He is dead. I've brought
you his body as proof." The voice of Kargos reported on the
playback.

"You
bastard!" Danzar yelled feeling anger swell within him.
"You heartless, souless monster! He was..."

"He was a
mistake! He was nothing! He began as nothing and he died as
nothing!" Zarkon barked.

"He was just
like the rest of those fools I was forced to call family. He was
just like you...weak. He'd have been even more pathetic if you'd
had any hand in his upbringing. I tried to make him a conquoeror!
I tried to make him as great a tyrant as myself! And what did he
do? He gave it all up for some pathetic wench!" He shouted.

"You knew that
if he and Allura came together as they were meant to they would
be the greatest threat to your reign of terror! You did to him
what you've done to our entire family! You killed your brothers
and sisters! You killed you nieces and nephews! You killed our
father in a duel and our mother died of a broken heart because of
it!" Danzar exclaimed full of rage.

"Weak! They were
all weaklings! I will not have weakness taint my empire! I will
settle for nothing less than absolute domination!" Zarkon
shot back.

"To want to
exist in peace with other galaxies is not weakness! To love is
not a weakness! Despite all that you did to corrupt him he did
the one thing you would not...he loved. He loved!" Danzar
shouted.

"Love is
nothing. When I see what I want, I take it. I don't ask for it. I
don't fight for it. I take it. I always get what I want. And what
I want is dominion of the whole universe. I want every living
thing bowing at my feet. And when that happens, I will no longer
be a king. I will no longer rule only the Druel empire. I will be
a god! I will hold the power of life and death over all!"
Zarkon roared.

"You're a devil!
That's what you are! He had the right to know the truth!"

"He's dead. What
you consider the truth no longer matters. And now I will let you
go back to your miserable little cell with the knowledge that
destiny no longer holds sway in your pathetic life. Soon planet
Arus will be under my boot or crushed by it. And after I take
care of that miserable little rock, I'll turn my attention to
another thorn in my side. That quaint little space body you so
affectionatelly called your home." Zarkon said coldly.

"You won't take
Namoria without a fight." Danzar shouted.

"It is of no
concern to me. The weapon I intend to unleash upon planet Arus
will assure complete and absolute victory over it and every other
star system that dares to oppose me. Now take him away!"
Zarkon commanded.

*********************************************************

The next morning
Lotor awoke from his troubled sleep. Most of the night the
memories of the past several weeks played over and over in his
head. The voice of his father saying he was nothing more than a
mistake, the knowledge that the woman he coveted above all others
was in grave danger, and living with the guilt that now hung
heavy over his soul. Guilt was something he'd never really had to
deal with until now. Slowly he began to move. His body was
wracked with aches and pains from all that he'd endured. That he
didn't have any broken bones or severe internal injuries was
amazing. But druels had great physical prowress and ability to
endure physical punishment that would have crippled most. He
managed to get to his feet and walk gingerly toward the entrance
to the cave. He stared out into the distance of the cave. Faint
rays of sun began to shed light in the dim caverns. He looked
behind him to see that dawn had broke. He got to his feet
wondering just how he was going to get food.

"I need
something to eat and I've nothing to buy it with. How am I going
to get food?" He asked himself.

He shrugged his
shoulders knowing the only way he was going to find any
sustinance was to go look for it. "I guess if there's any
game around here I'll have to kill it with my bear hands. Damn
those ogers for taking my sword."

Lotor ventured out into the
unknown dangers that awaited him. He'd only heard stories of how
bad the place was, but had never been there himself. To his
knowledge Zarkon had never gone there himself either. His
dealings with the planet had always been through envoys. He also
remembered several of those envoys never left Taebos alive. He
kept walking until he reached what appeared to be a city like
dwelling. He soon learned why Taebos was called the planet of
lost souls. Before his eyes he saw drunken debauchery and every
form of perversion and sin thought possible, and then a few he
hadn't thought of. Prostitutes openly advertised to anyone who
would pay for their company. Several looked his way giving him
seductive stares trying to entice him to come with them. He
ignored the silent advances and kept walking. Not that he had
anything to pay them with, he wouldn't have paid even if he could
afford it. He did not have to buy a woman's company.

As he began walking through
crime laiden streets, he realized trouble was following him.
Trouble in the form of four men who looked anything but friendly.
Despite the fact that the men kept getting closer and started
splitting up to surround him, Lotor kept calm. It suddenly dawned
on him that he had absolutely nothing to fight with, except his
fists and his combat skills. He kept watch out of the corner of
his eyes. So far all the men did was follow him. Perhaps it was
they'd never seen a druel before and were merely curious. But
that changed when one of them started to speak.

"Well, well...looks like
we got a new guy. Never seen the likes of you before. Nice
coat...very nice coat." He said gruffly.

"Well I'm not in the mood
to share it. I'm passing through so go beg someone else for
clothes." Lotor replied with a growl.

"Hey guys, the new boy
here thinks I want him to share his coat." The leader said
with a laugh.

"I ain't in the mood for
sharing either. I intend to take that coat off you. Course, it's
up to you how I take it off. Nice and easy, or I can just peel it
off your dead carcass."

Lotor's eyes narrowed to slits
at the challenge. "Don't try me." He said boldly.

"You must not be familiar
with the laws around here. There are no laws. I said I want that
coat, and I'm going to take it. Now do you want to make this nice
and easy, or painful and messy?" The leader said haughtily.

"Don't...try...me."
Came a low gutteral growl.

"Don't want to do it the
easy way eh? Good. I've been itching for some sport." The
leader said.

"You're so eager to
die...then so be it." Lotor warned.

The leader unsheathed two
swords with a cocky smile upon his face. Lotor remained calm
despite on the inside he was not too sure if he would get out of
this alive. The other three surrounded the two waiting for the
fight to begin. The two squared off, one waiting for the other to
make the first move. Lotor eyed his opponent looking for any sign
of weakness that might give him the upper hand. Other than his
arrogance, he couldn't spot anything that would tip the skills in
his favor. He watched his opponent twirl his swords once as a
show of intimidation. To say the least, Lotor wasn't feeling too
intimidated by the show.

"Impressive swords, do
you even know how to use them?" He taunted.

"Oh I know how to use em.
I've cut up a lot of guys with these babies. You're a druel
aren't you? They say you guys are pretty good with swords. Too
bad you don't have one. And don't expect me to give you one of
mine. I don't have any intention of playing fair. You're just
gonna be another dead druel as far as I'm concerned. Your kind
doesn't make it off this planet alive. I've seen em tossed into
the pit. They never escape the Blood Lord. He hates their guts
and loves tearing em apart. Too bad you're gonna die. I'd have
loved to see if you could make it out of the pit alive."

"Are you going to do
something or are you going to talk me to death? Besides, I don't
need a sword to kick your sorry ass." Lotor replied
confidently.

"Well, you got brass pal.
I want your name before I kill you."

"My name is none of your
buisness. Now unless you intend to torture me with your tongue I
suggest you do something... or I will."

"Have it your way."
The leader growled and raised his swords to his chest. "Back
off boys. This one's all mine."

He marched toward Lotor
raising his swords above his head. As he prepared for the strike,
it suddenly occured to the former prince that he was still
recovering from the injuries that he sustained on Carnos.

"Can't be helped
now." He thought as he gritted his teeth preparing to
defend himself.

"Get him Mal!" One
man yelled.

Mal swung one sword right at
Lotor's head. He ducked successfully dodging the swing. The other
sword came low aimed at his chest which he also avoided. He kept
avoiding one swing after another trying to find an opening to
mount an attack. But ever move he made aggrivated his sore
muscles and still bruised and beaten flesh. He was going to have
to find a way to take Mal out, and soon. But the constant barrage
of swinging blades didn't make it easy. He held his hand up to
block the blade from his chest and got his palm cut in the
process.

"Damnit! I'm lucky he
didn't slice my fingers off! I've got to get hold of one of those
swords!"

The next time he got knicked
on his left cheek. Mal laughed arrogantly feeling proud of the
two wounds he'd inflicted. "Come on you sorry bastard! Give
me some sport here! I don't want your death to be too
quick!" He jeered.

Despite the pain he was
feeling Lotor raised his fists taking a swing at Mal. But before
his fist could make contact his enemy raised his swords criss
crossing them in front of his face. Seeing his chest was
vunerable, Lotor reacted quickly giving Mal a swift kick in the
chest. The move worked momentarily as Mal uncrossed his swords
and bent over in a brief fit of pain. Left hand balled into a
fist the druel drew back his arm and let a vicious punch shoot
straight toward Mal's face. The blow was successful causing both
Mal's nose and mouth to bleed. Then came a swift side kick to the
ribs effectively bringing Mal to his knees.

As he prepared for another
strike he felt something hit his back hard knocking the wind
right out of him. One of Mal's goons snuck up from behind and
punched him in the back. He fell to his knees trying to regain
his breath.

"You bastard!" He
gasped as he tried to breathe.

Mal laughed arrogantly seeing
his foe now brought to his knees. He wiped the blood from his
nose and mouth while strolling up to his opponent. He raised one
sword preparing to bring it down upon Lotor's head. "I told
you I don't play fair." He laughed.

But before he could strike the
fatal blow Lotor grabbed one of Mal's feet and yanked it off the
ground causing him to stumble. Quickly assuming a crouching
position he swung one leg around knocking the other attacker
completely off his feet. Seizing the opportunity Lotor rushed Mal
and knocked him to the ground as well as the struggle continued.
Grabbing one of Mal's hands Lotor tried to wrestle one sword from
his opponent's grasp. His grip was like an iron vice and Mal had
no choice but to relinquish one of his blades. The tide turned as
Lotor now stood over Mal pointing the sword at his throat.

"Give me the other sword,
and I'll consider letting you live."

"Kiss my ass!" Mal
hissed and swung his remaining sword blocking that of his enemy.

"I don't think so."
The drule growled and raised the point of the sword preparing to
bring it down. Seeing the opportunity, Mal swung his sword
blocking the death strike. Lotor quickly stepped back avoiding
any swings from the blade of his enemy. Mal got to his feet no
longer amused at the situation.

"Now what was that you
were saying about not wanting my death to be too quick?"
Lotor sneered smugly.

"I'll cut you to
pieces!" Mal barked and rushed foward.

"Now this is more
like it." Lotor thought pleased he was finally in his
comfort zone.

Adrenaline began to pump
through his body making him forget the pains of his flesh. A
sinister smile played upon his handsome features signaling his
deadly intentions for his opponent. Mal swung his sword madly
trying to hack off any part of his opponent he could hit. But
unbeknownst to him he was going up against a master swordsman.
Every swing perpetrated by Mal was sucessfully blocked and
returned by Lotor, and unlike Mal, he didn't miss his target.
First it was Mal's chest that got slashed, then his shoulder, and
then his upper thigh. Mal stumbled back as blood poured from his
wounds. But ever persistent he rushed again. This time however,
the move cost him not only some of his blood, but one of his
hands. More specifically it was the hand holding his other sword.
Mal fell to his knees screaming in pain. Lotor only stared at him
with a sadistic smile.

"There's something I
should have told you. I don't play fair either." He said
with a sinster chuckle.

"Who the hell are you!
There's only one drule know to handle a sword like you. But
that's impossible, he's..." Before Mal could finish the
sentence, Lotor's blade went right through his heart.

"Dead. And so are
you." He growled and forcefuly yanked his blade from Mal's
chest. Then he walked up to his victim's still gasping corpse and
pryed the other sword out of the severed hand. This was something
he had no problem with. It wasn't stealing from the dead to him.
It was claiming the spoils of victory. In his eyes there was a
big difference. He looked at his newly aquired weapons watching
blood drip from the one used to kill his enemy. He looked back at
the three remaining men and glared menacingly at them.

"Do you fools want to
meet the same fate as your friend here, or do you have enough
sense to leave while you still have the chance?"

The remaining three thugs
decided discretion was the better part of valor and ran before
Lotor changed his mind and killed them as well. While a change
had taken place in him, there were still remnents of his former
self that still lingered and with good reason. If there was one
thing he had learned, it was kill or be killed. And killing to
defend himself was something he defintely did not have a problem
with. He watched as the men ran as fast as they could until they
became much harder to see. Feeling satisfied the threat was gone,
Lotor looked down at the man he'd just killed. He saw the belt
that held two sheaths still around the dead man's waist. He knelt
down and quickly took the belt off and put it around his own
waist. Then he placed the blades in their resting places after
wiping the blood off the one he'd used.

"To the victor go the
spoils." He said to himself. Having no further concern he
walked away to take care of his original goal, finding food.

"The fool spoke of
someone before we fought. He mentioned someone called the Blood
Lord, and a pit. He tears druels apart. There's one man that best
be avoided. Hopefully I won't be on this hellhole long enough to
meet him."

to be continued...
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