“And perhaps it is time that you learn that not everyone is so willing to play a part as pawn in your machinations, cat.” Lotor was finding it all but impossible to control his irritation in the felines presence, and the onslaught of whispers and schemes that Kova had so kindly shared was doing little to lighten his mood. Thoughts rose and burst like painless blisters, possibilities lacking coherency, questions lacking answers– his life was at risk, and while he had known this would be a possibility he had never imagined that the spineless heard would really follow through. A miscalculation, on his part.
Long fingers stroked across his back absently, massaging out the ever-dulling ache of his unpleasant encounter with the table, before hes hot Kova an abrupt, and disdainful glance. The skeletal feline face, the leer of lips taught over sharp teeth in a sinister expression that no animal should wear (no mere animal, here minded himself, but a sentient little monster), before he huffed out a sound that was somewhere between amusement and contempt.“I’m so glad you find me pretty, beast, but flattery will get you nowhere.” It was a paltry insult, but curdling irritation made it a necessity to vocalise.
Still, he debated internally, brows edging upwards, was the animal still in collusion with the Witch, or was he simply privy to her plots and working alone, to the best of his (considerable) ability. “Tell me, Kova,” Lotor leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees as his own features twisted in a sardonic smile, “Why do you hate my Father so?” It had been so long since the last days of the Paladin’s, since Zarkon had lived for more than just himself– so long, in fact, that the Prince had found it next to impossible to discover all that had transpired those many eons ago, “What changed him, what changed you?”
It was a genuine enough curiosity, coupled with a dearly purchased and genuinely bitter confidence, “You hardly hate him for the Empire, why would a creature like you worry about the fate of billions?” The cantankerous little beast barely cared for himself, let alone anyone–
The name rolled off his tongue with a sudden and shuddering finality as Lotor narrowed his gaze in a moment of stomach turning understanding. “What did my Father do to her?”It was half statement, half question, and it prompted a physical response (so great was the realisation). Lotor shifted, eyebrow reaching toward his hairline as he leaned one hand against the mattress, swallowing down his contempt at his closeness to the feline. “You aren’t simply aiding the Witch in her plans out of some misplaced loyalty– you care for her. Tell me why. What is she to you. What is she to Zarkon?”
“ Feel free to belittle my machinations once you have value greater than that of a negligible pawn, Lotor. “ There is no trace of respect in the tone that hums silently through the air between them; no ounce of loyalty to the prince or his father’s feckless Empire, and mostly certainly not even a breath of concern for the other’s growing agitation. Even if his mind still swam with words of betrayal and vicious intent; now hidden away from the prince’s grasp, Kova dismissed them with the same ease he tossed aside every wayward scream and whisper that constantly flooded his innards (his powers were impressive, but never did they sleep, and, now, never did the feline that caged them did either).
Inhuman, but not quite humble enough to be entirely animalistic either, lips pulled downward with far too much awareness for the little, eerie monster to possess, when the prince tossed out the weak insult; hardly impressed by the pettiness the young ruler was displaying (not that Kova was acting in a higher fashion). “ How childish “ he cooed with equal spitefulness; acute, sharp eyes almost appearing as if they had rolled about within his skull as the comment slipped through his raging mind. “But I suppose, with you being a child, you couldn’t be capable of anything more. “
Had he been capable of groaning, he would have when that dreaded curiosity had wiggled its way into the prince’s words. /his fur prickles and a low hiss (that is almost more akin to a growl) begins to vibrate in the very pit of his dry throat. “I wasn’t aware there was even a single reason to like your father. “ His claws extend outwards; fangs slowly appearing beneath marred flesh as his jaw pulls back. “ If you’re going to waste my time by trying to pry into a time you do not belong to, perhaps it would be best for me to allow this traitor to remove you. “ Kova was not one to speak so freely about the past or its events, and it showed; hostility had crept into his intense gaze and seeped all the way down to the marrow of his bones.
“ I couldn’t care less about your ignorant father’s pitiful Empire, “ The growl that had been isolated to his throat had crawled into his mouth to rattle against his tongue. His lips pulling so far back that the rotten interior of his age-old mouth was visible, and his fur bristling so clearly that it made his bony frame look alive. And at the sound of the name that rolled off of the prince’s tongue like a prize to be won, the feline’s yellow eyes turned red with the rage that trembled throughout his small, twisted body; sparks beginning to ignite upon his mangy fur.
“ You understand nothing, brat. ” But still the anger seemed to die down, even as the words slipped through his mind because this child knew nothing. “ You may not like the answer I can give you, but your stupidity is tiresome. “ He wrinkles his nose at the newfound closeness of the prince, but doesn’t take a step back (if the prince angers him again, though, he might find himself with one less eye in that empty skull of his). “ Hagger was once an Altean alchemist, back then, I knew her as Honerva. Zarkon had once been an ally of Altea, and when a comet crashed into his home planet, she had been sent there to study it. I was simply a stray cat that made a home in her lab. “ He eases back onto his haunches, eyes remaining fixed on Lotor as he allows the memories to take the form of thoughts the other could understand.
“But she took me in. As time went on, she discovered a new source of energy from the crater the comet had caused, and she believed she could harness it. You know that energy as Quintessence, and I was her first test subject. “ Light shines from his eyes, as bright and blindly as it had been when he had allowed Lotor witness to the thoughts that flood his ship, but instead of words, an image is formed; one of a young woman on a long lost planet with a charming smile and life in her eyes. “ Zarkon was an eyesore even then, he fell in love with Honerva, and the two married. But Honerva become obsessed with her work, and the constant exposure to this energy source drained her. She should have perished, but your wretched father lead that damnable Voltron into the crater to save her; poisoning the both of them with over-exposure to Quintessence and corrupting their minds because he was too much a coward to let her die. ”
He blinks, bringing to an end the images he had displayed for the prince. “ Hagger should have died long ago, but your worthless father cursed her to an eternity of endless suffering because he was selfish. If you did not trust me before, know now that my desire is to free my master from the poison that man brought upon her. I will take her life myself, boy, but not before I see your father perish. “
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