[Third Player] Chapter One: Game Start
Date: 21/09/18
Words: 1227
Warnings: Langst, future gore, future torture, future death, future harem (*wink*), future assholery, not recommended for people with minds younger then, like, 16, because things are going to get... Well, heavy.
Tags: @moonsworllld ; @xarphay ; @skydisneylover
A/N: Today is my birthday and this is my birthday gift for myself! I hope you enjoy it and see ya’ll next chapter!!
Also, I’ll tag whoever wants to be tagged in future chapters!
Next: Connections
“If it isn’t the witch’s new toy.”
“What do you want, Sendak?”
Sendak stared at the panting human standing in the middle of the training arena. Mere weeks after Voltron left him behind and he already had the praise of their Emperor. Sendak hated him. That boy, not even fully grown, thinking of himself so highly just because of Haggar’s experiments. The general eyed the mechanical hand the boy was so proud of. Newest technology and the witch kept updating it. Lance was staring right back, with a smirk and mocking eyes. Bluest blue glanced at the galra arm and back at his face.
“What are you trying to accomplish by training so intensely? With the weak bodies your species have, you won’t be able to go much farther.”
“Green is not your color for jealousy to be your shade, Sendak.”
Sendak growled, baring his teeth.
“What are you trying to prove, human?”
“I have nothing to prove, galra.” Lance’s smirk grew impossibly larger. “Differently from you and your obsession with proving yourself in the eyes of your emperor.”
“Our emperor.”
“Do not correct me when I’m not wrong, galra.”
Sendak immediately took action. An attack that would certainly knock that prideful human out of his pedestal… If it landed.
It didn’t.
Instead the galra found himself pinned to the floor, cheek firmly pressed against the cold ground, body immobilized. He did not know how exactly, but if the glowing hand of the ex-paladin was anything to go by, the witch’s magic had a part in it. As if reading his thoughts, the human snickered.
“You know what is you guys problem? You believe only in one type of strength. You think that once you find your type of strength, it’ll be a waste of time to learn another. You are weak, and so is your emperor.”
“You will not talk about Lord Zarkon this way!”
Sendak tried to free himself, but the jolt of pain that ran through his body was enough to frustrate his tries. Lance made sure to hit the galra’s head on the floor for good measure. Sendak had hated the human the first time they confronted each other, the stubborn fool coming out of a come just to shoot him, but then and there, pinned against the dirty floor of a training arena, the galra could feel nothing but wrathful loathing towards him. The way the human was so smugly sitting on top of him, how the human underestimated him enough to hold him down with only one hand, how the human smiled with so much amused disdain.
How he let the human do it all. How his body answered with fear. How his soul sobbed in desperate anger.
Sendak hated that human.
Sendak wanted to tear him to pieces.
Sendak wanted to send him to hell.
Send him back to Hell.
“Listen to me, Sendak, listen well.” The witch’s pet was growling each word, he truly sounded like a lion warning an annoyance. “I am not loyal to any of you, including your emperor, and the first chance I get to chuck all of you fuckers into the pits of Hell, I’ll not hesitate. Haggar is the one who I’m loyal to, and she’s the one stopping me from doing so.”
“You—!” The pressure on his head increased and he gritted his teeth.
“But not for long, I assure you, Zarkon’s pet. Soon, soon this game will have another player and he’ll make damn sure you get the end you deserve.”
Bluest blue, burning with wrath. Sendak could feel shivers running every part of his body, from his toes to the very tip of his ears. He could see it. The monster Haggar had created. The creature filled with pent up rage and a strong desire. The beast that would not stop until it got what it wanted. The galra had never felt so much fear.
“What is happening here?” Zarkon’s sudden voice alert the two of the emperor and the witch’s presence. “I came here to see Haggar’s most prized and I find my general pathetically pinned down, now that’s curious.”
Lance immediately got up, the galra finally being able to breathe properly. Sendak got up slower than the human, careful glare trained on the kneeling creature’s back, and kneeled before his emperor.
“I was training and didn’t hear Sendak come, so, by reflex, I attacked and immobilized him. My apologies, it’ll not happen again, my lord.”
Haggar cackled from her place by the emperor’s side, as if she knew what in truth happened. She probably did, Sendak hadn’t been very subtle about his distaste over the human and his position. Zarkon let out something that could be considered a chuckle.
“Do not apologize for being strong, Lance. I hope to see more of your strength in the future, hopefully not against my helpless general.”
“Yes, lord Zarkon.”
“And you, Sendak, losing for the same man twice? I expected more. Double your training, I don’t want any more failures from you.”
The galra emperor did not wait for an answer, leaving the room without as much as a second glance to his general, but he received one anyways.
“Yes, my lord.”
“My boy—” Haggar made a gesture with one hand, signaling the ex-paladin to come to her “—come with me, I have something for you.”
“Yes, mother.”
With that, the two left Sendak alone to mull over his thoughts. He had long ago stopped believing in monsters and demons, but after that, he could not deny the existence of the Devil.
The walk to the laboratory was uneventful, Lance telling Haggar what exactly conspired in the arena between him and Sendak. She softly patted his cheek when he told her that she was the one he was loyal to, thanking him with a motherly smile and filling him with warm pride.
What was waiting for him in the lab, though, was… Interesting, at the very least.
“Mother? What…?”
“This is for you, my son. The very first clone I made.”
“Shiro…?”
Lance stared at the man kneeling by Haggar’s feet. It was Shiro. Arms cuffed behind his back and a muzzle covering half of his face. Gray eyes glared his with burning wrath. Body tense, the clone looked ready to attack. Lance fully expected him to start growling. Just like a subjugated feral dog. The collar around his neck only made the comparison stronger.
“If you want it to be.”
In that moment, the clone, with a burst of sudden speed, pounced. He certainly didn’t think about his actions. Without being able to use his hands and not being agile enough to use his legs, he had no other option than throw his body onto Lance. And that was what he would’ve done, if his collar hadn’t sent a shock wave through his body.
With a muffled scream, thanks to the muzzle, he fell on the floor. Muscles twitching, he resumed the wrathful glaring.
“Sadly, it is still hostile. I was going to destroy it, but I thought you would be pleased to have it.”
“Thank you, mother.” Lance crouched down to move some of the long hair so he could see the gray eyes better. They had a yellowish tint near the pupils. “I love the gift.”
The clone’s hateful glare burned into his blue eyes.
