Sup. I'm here with another collection. Well... this one is a multichap I guess, but they kinda can be read as stand alones? It's all Lotor, towards the end of season 6. You know how the Quintessence Field is connected to all realities? Well, this fic is based off of the idea that when Lotor is dying in the Quintessence Field, his conscience is going and living out those other realities. Each update will be a new reality (sans this one. This beginning one is just Lotor in the Quintessence Field). Feel free to request a reality!
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I've used prompts in this... all from the Hogwarts (where I'm a Snek) Writing Club. They are listed below the fic.
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Warnings: Depression. Sad thoughts and stuff. Pain.
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Word Count (Excluding A/N): 501
The Beginning of the End
It was too much for him, even Lotor understood that much. The Quintessence burned, and he wasn't even in direct contact with it—yet he craved more. He craved more, and he couldn't understand why. There was too much power coursing through his veins, and his mind felt overwhelmed by it. It hurt. He begged for it to stop, for his body to be free of the agony.
He screamed.
He cried.
He pleaded.
To his mother, however corrupted she had become. Despite everything, she was still his mother. Dishonorable Honerva, descendent of the Alteans. Once beautiful, once pure. He pleaded for her to rescue him from the torture—the torture that was so unlike anything he had felt before.
To his father, however cruel he had been. He was his father; even when he knew it was wrong, Lotor looked up to him. Zarkon, fallen emperor of the Galra. Once occupant of Daibazaal, once strong, once good. Once Paladin of the Black Lion, the leader of Voltron. He pleaded for his father to rescue him from the excruciating torment that had befallen him.
To Voltron, however much they hated him. They had battled, and Lotor regretted it with every ounce of his wretched being. Shiro, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, and even Keith. He had trusted them, worked with them even, and recognized that it was his doing that led to his own destruction, not theirs. He pleaded for them to take pity on him and rescue him from the damnation he had put upon himself.
To Allura, however much he deserved her abhorrence. Princess of the Alteans, honorable Paladin. He loved her, and the fact that he hurt her burned almost as much as the Quintessence did. He pleaded for her beauty, inwards and outwards, to lighten the pain. He pleaded for her mercy to extend a hand. He pleaded for her purity to save him.
To Axca, however much he did not deserve her devotion. Beautiful and determined, Galran half-breed, yet so much more. She was the first to truly try and understand him, and he depended on her in ways he could not explain. He pleaded for her resolve to see him through his trials.
To his other generals, Ezor, Zethrid, and even Narti, however doubtful they were of him. He pleaded for their strength to guide him home, for their wisdom to keep him sane.
He pleaded.
He cried.
He screamed in an unending cycle of constant torment, desperate to save himself, desperate to control the Quintessence. Desperate to be more than just Lotor of Daibazaal, falling emperor of the Galra. Desperate to fulfill the destiny he believed that he had owned.
Desperate to give up.
After what felt like an eternity struggling with the Quintessence and every conflicting inner feeling he possessed, Lotor finally gave in to the stream of pure life-force. He could feel it tugging at him from every reality, coercing him to become one with each version of himself.
And he could feel his consciousness slipping—
A/N 2.0: Prompts
- Disney Challenge Theme #3 Damsel In Distress - Write about someone determined to save themselves.
- Film Festival Theme #1 Plot: Write about someone from another planet - [5 bonus]