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Zarkon left Hagar momentarily to check with Doom Planetary Control. She was right, the slaves were revolting - bot guards were off-line. The officers were in a panic-there were too many slaves and not enough men to keep them in line. Already, several hundred, maybe even thousands of slaves planetwide had commandered the large bulky slaveships. Without the bots to man the retrieval ships, there was not enough manpower to chase them. The planet was in chaos. Zarkon went into swift action, calling back the mobilization force that was to go to Arus from planet A'rryut. Fortunately, A'rryut-(War Planet) had the bots and the fighters to renforce Doom's beleaguered officers. By the time the enforcements arrived (in quick order) Hagar's virus had dissipated from Doom's atmosphere. The reenforcement bots and fighter/retrieval ships soon brought order to Planet Doom once more. However, many thousands of credits worth of bots had to destroyed. Many slaves were lost either due to escape or death. One of the slaveships had been destroyed, crashing into a mountainous area, killing all slaves aboard. Although order had been restored, the damage had been done. Zarkon knew news would travel fast throughout the galaxy. He had to do some fast damage control. He placed all his planets on maritial law until further notice. All slaves were placed on half-rations as punishment. He executed his some of his top officers-randomly, just to set an example. With this done, Z'aale Zarkon stalked back to his chambers. There was a certain witch he needed to see.. Hagar was right where he left her. She was quiet, he noticed. There was no bravado, no smart words as before. Zarkon spoke."The planet is secure, no thanks to your betrayal-have you nothing to say, old one?" .....Old One, Hagar thought, and I am the same age as he. Now is the time. I must convince him somehow to go with me to D'antayan. ......Hagar spoke, "I do, Z'aale..."She saw him wince. "long ago you vowed on D'antayan that I would be queen someday after Voltron was defeated. I helped you defeat him. You didn't keep your vow, Z'aale...that is why I did all this. Z'ale, I beg of you, leave this foul place and come with me to D'antayan...."she paused, trying to see what he thought, but his mind was closed to her. She continued,"We can be happy there, Z'aale...the OldOnes who banished me are long dead. They will let you as an outworlder stay..if you are with me. On D'antayan, I can renew myself often, I can be any woman you desire-even Allura if you wish! I'm sorry I did this, Z'aale, but you derserved this! You owe me! I love you, Z'aale, I always have. I stayed with you even when you didn't want me in your bed anymore, doesn't that warrant something?" Hagar walked towards her old love, wanting him to say yes. She waited. Then incredibly, Z'aale came closer to her, as if to apologize...He does love me! Hagar thought wildly. "Ch'enuya,"(using Hagar's birthname) Z'aale said, caressing every syllable, Oh by the heavens, he hasn't called me that for years! Hagar's heart melted as she did when she was young. New hope arose in her. Z'aale repeated himself again, this time actually touching her chin with his hand, his face almost close enough to kiss....he said softly."Ch'enuya...E'tch'aa ysi'ee....Aysha'...dia'...DIE!!!" Hagar reeled back as though a blow had felled her. She landed in the corner, terrified. The E'tch'aa!! The Spell Of Passing...! He used it on me! How did he know...? Z'aale bent down to where Hagar was sprawled, smiled and said, "You said I could do nothing to you, Hagar? What do you say, now. wrinkled one?" Hagar was weak. She could feel her power draining from her...her life essence flowing to the one she loved and betrayed, Z'aale Zarkon. She made herself stand, staggering as she did so. She said, "Z'aale , how did you-?" Z'aale smiled and said, "When long ago you used the spell on Zandaan, I hid as you cast it. I committed it to memory, in case I needed it. Aparently, I did." His eyes glowed with glee. She saw her power flowing into him, regenerating him, making him if not young, then more fit, more aware, more enhanced.. Outworlders who cast the Spell Of Passing on a witch, did not recieve her powers per se, but gained vitality, and some said, the ability to sense the ones they love and enter their dreams. Hagar was as weak as a human. And that's pretty weak, she thought. She couldn't believe he cast the spell of death on her. Her Z'aale....He looked at her swaying in weakness, and pulled on her cowl, jerking her off her feet. "Tell me, Hagar, where is Allura? " Hagar was shocked! He still wanted that girl! She spat out in jealousy, "Maybe she is in Lotor's bed, sire!" Z'aale Zarkon balled up his fist and hit her in the face, knocking her back in the wall. "I - said -tell- me -where - she- is!!" he ground out. Hagar's face hurt where he hit her. ......I think I 'm bleeding...haven't done that in a long time.... She replied, "I don't know and that's the truth, Z'aale. Lotor took her somewhere - probably not to Arus. They wouldn't let him near her there" she said wearily. Zarkon yelled, "I will find her!!! No one takes what is mine, especially my dim-witted son!" Hagar said with venom, "You fool, you're besotted with her, aren't you? The be'wtc'a!! She is only a girl, Z'ale. I could've...." Z'aale looked at Hagar in disgust." You could have what, you creature? I want her. She is still mine as long as she wears the choker. I will find her, and I will take her and my son---my son will suffer a thousand deaths before I am through with him." By the stars, Hagar thought, he is bewitched! Perhaps the girl is a be'wtch'a! Hagar narrowed her eyes and said, "You must be going through a mid-life crisis, Lord Zarkon!" Zarkon growled out, "Shut up, ugly one! You're the one who caused this! I intend to have her and no one will keep me from her!" "Aw, are you upset because your little dolly is gone, my lord? You're a bigger fool than I thought, Zarkon! Like son, like father!" "SHUT UP HAGAR!" Zarkon yelled at her. Hagar, sensing imminent danger, swiftly ran past Zarkon, out of his suites and into the main hall of the castle. Zarkon chased after her, his regenerated body moved quickly and fluidly, catching her with ease. He jerked around by her arm, wrenching it. ........If I had my powers, he wouldn't dare do this! ......Hagar thought angrily. She said, "Go ahead, King Zarkon! Kill me! I knew someday I'd die at your hands! You've done nothing but use me...Z'aale Zarkon! All I ever wanted was for you to love me, and all you've done is ruin my life. I loved you, Z'aale! I helped you get where you are today---and all you want to do is rut over that- that girl like a ch'aactah in heat!!" Zarkon's eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "I never said I loved you, Hagar and I never asked you to love me. You were just useful to me......now you've outlived your usefulness, witch! He took the short-sword he had been hiding and savagely stabbed Hagar with it, causing Hagar to gasp in pain, she tried to get away from him, but he had a grip on her arm like steel. She tried to block the blows with her arm, but Z'aale kept stabbing her. Blood was flying as he stabbed her in the chest, finally puncturing her heart. She slumped to the ground, blood all over her, her chest full of gaping wounds. She was dying. Her last concious thought was...Z'aale...i...love...you....hurt... And then, Ch'enuya- Hagar the witch--died at the hands of her one and only love. As Z'aale Zarkon looked down at the bloodied heap on the floor, he heard a stumbing and a shuffing of footsteps-it was Cossack, who had finally made his way up from the prison below, still blind, his cauterized eyes weeping with pus, infected. Cossack sensing Zarkon's pressence,whined,"Sire? Is that you? I want to report Hagar! She helped Lotor escape! I tried to stop them but Lotor did this to me!" Cossack gestured at his eyes. Zarkon walked up to Cossack and looked at the sightless man. ......If he was ever of any use to me, he isn't now, he thought ruthlessly. Zarkon spoke almost kindly to Cossack,"Well, Cossack, you derserve a reward for reporting it to me.." The little man grinned. Zarkon suddenly jerked Cossack up by his collar and said, "Here's your reward, Cossack! I hope you like it!" With that, Zarkon took his bloodied short-sword and slit Cossack's neck from ear to ear, hitting an artery. Zarkon dropped the dying Cossack on the floor and said to a guard, "Take them away and dispose of them-and clean this mess up!" Zarkon turned and walked away.
They had arrived on his mother's homeworld of Aden after what seemed like an eon of time. Lotor and Allura were tired. Adan was the furthest planet away from Doom, almost at the edge of the Frontier. Lotor felt that they were safe. He hoped that Hagar's revenge worked and that his father would bother them no more. Lotor was greeted warmly (to Allura's astonishment) and they were given an escort to his mother's old palace, which Lotor informed Allura, was his, as his mother's only living heir. Lotor settled Allura in his mother's suite of rooms, while he took the suite next to hers(he didn't trust himself in the same room with her) His servants(not slaves) catered to their needs. Finally, the twin moons of Aden rose, bringing on the starry night and both realized that they were tired. They said good night. Lotor kissed her lightly(and wished it were more) retired to their respective suites and went to sleep. Z'aale Z'aale Zarkon lay in his large bed, alone. He lay there, remembering the night before when an angel nearly shared his bed and stole his heart away with her beauty and her passion. Never mind that it had been brought about by Bride's Wine in her system. He knew that the drug enhanced the person's passions-it did not create a artificial passion. He thought of how lovely she was, how spontaneous her actions, that beautiful tinkling laugh, her beautiful smile. Her marvelous hair-how silky it felt in his hands. He loved the way she felt in his arms and how she said his name in that way she had. No woman, not even Shahiyra had affected him in this way. If it wern't for that lying witch she would be with him now and he would be doing more than lying in bed. Z'aale soon went to sleep,still thinking of her...he was drifting off when he sensed her pressence in his mind. He couldn't read her mind exactly, but he sensed she was dreaming...ahh, the old legends were true-you can sense the ones you love with the lifeforce of a witch in your bones, he thought. She's dreaming she is dancing..I want to be in her dream...and as he drifted off into sleep, he was.....they were.... Allura ...She was in the Castle of Lions, dancing at a Royal Ball. Everyone was there, Coran and Nanny,Keith, Hunk and Pidge, and even Lance. Everyone was happy, and relaxed. There was no war going on-it was wonderful. She was wearing a long white dress that fanned out into a bell shape. Her shoulders were bare, and her hair was pinned up in a beautiful chingon. Allura had been dancing all night with different partners, whirling around and around, waltzing. The boys danced with her too-even Keith. She was happier than she had been years. As her partner, Prince somebody or other-whirled her around, she closed her eyes...then she opened them and looked upon a horrible nightmare. All around her, everyone was dead! She saw Coran, eyes burned out, hanging by a noose from the balcony. Nanny was sprawled on the floor, a butcher knife in her chest, her eyes frozen in fear. Pidge was half under the flowing fountain in the garden, drowned. Hunk's chest was blasted open from a laser-blaster. Lance was burned to a crisp. And Keith was crucified on one of the large columns of the castle. All the others were gone. Allura screamed, and struggled to get out of her partner's embrace, for he was still waltzing her about the floor, seemingly oblivious to the slaughter. "Let me go!" she screamed, looking up at her partner. She gasped! (...Allura, I am here....)It was Z'aale Zarkon, all in black, looking the same, but somehow different- younger, perhaps? His silver-white hair in a queue,his clothes immaculate. He looked at her with his felinoid eyes and devoured her with his gaze, his grip tightened at her waist. "What are you doing here...please let go of me!!" she pleaded. "No, I will not, Allura." Z'aale said. He continued to waltz her around the room, which was littered with the dead. He was graceful, moving like the dancer he was. Z'aale smiled, "How do you like my dancing, S'auhe'ya?" Allura looked at him in shock! He was actually joking! "Allura...answer me, or would you prefer to do another type of dance-one that is--more pleasurable..?" he said insinuatingly. "Oh!" she gasped. Z'aale looked at her expression and laughed. "You are a delightful combination of innocence and sexuality, Allura. I shall enjoy it when we are finally together again." Allura looked at him angrily, "We will not be "together", Zarkon." His eyes flashed anger. "Allura...you will call me Z'aale. I demand it." Allura shook her head. "No! I will not!" Suddenly, he whirled her around until he had her up against the wall. Pinning her wrists with his hand, he jerked her chin with the other and said, "Allura,S'auhe'ya...if you do not call me Z'aale-and continue to do so-I will take you here-now." Allura trembled, then defiantly said, "You can't! It's my dream. It's not real!" His eyes glittered with desire as he looked at her. He took the hand that was holding her chin and gently took the pins holding her hair up, letting it tumble down to her shoulders. He caressed her hair gently, then quickly jerked her hair, making her wince, and kissed her brutally. For a moment, she relaxed against him unwillingly and cried out as he kissed her neck below where the hated choker lay. Z'aale raised his head and said, "Do you wish to test your theory, Allura? I will be more than happy to accommodate you." Allura sobbed in her thoat. "Please Z'aale...I will call you Z'aale-please stop, I beg of you!" Z'aale kissed her neck again-nipping it,a thrill of unexpected pleasure came, causing her to call out his name. Z'aale smiled and said, "Allura, S'auhe'ya...you tempt me to keep going...but I will restrain myself-for the moment." With that he let go of her suddenly, and started backing away. Allura stood there, as if frozen. Still gazing at her, Z'aale said, "I will see you again, Allura...in your dreams. Don't resist me, S'auhe'ya. I love you." Allura felt a heaviness in her soul as he said that. Z'aale smiled. "I will find you, Allura-and that t'autcha(dog) of a son of mine! I will make my claim upon you for you have bewitched me...expect me again, lovely one..." And then he disappeared. She woke up sobbing. Lotor He couldn't sleep. He was restless. He thought about Allura, so close in the next room, and it was a torture to know she was so close, and yet so far from him. If he were back at Planet Doom, he could have picked any number of slave girls for the night and he wouldn't be having this problem! But Lotor loved Allura, and did not want her to be fearful of him as she had in the past, so he suffered. Lotor turned again in his bed, adjusting the pillows, when he thought he heard a familiar sound- a sound from his early childhood. Of his mother in her chambers...he was only four or five years old, still playing childhood games. His father, King Zarkon, would come to visit his mother's palace, every so often. This day, he had just come in from playing c'haa-a fighting game. The palace was quiet, it was the middle of the afternoon and the servants were elsewhere doing their duties. His baby sister, Zimmie was probably alsleep, for he did not hear her cry. He looked for his nursemaid, B'iana, but couldn't find her anywhere. He decided to look in the wide hallway near his mother's suite of rooms. He knew he was forbidden to go there when his father visited, but he had to see if B'iana was there. He looked in the wide hallway, but no one was there. He paused outside his mother's closed doors, thinking that maybe she was in there, fixing mother's hair or something, when he heard a sound, a moan coming from the room. It sounded like his mother-was she hurt? Lotor was ready to knock on her door when B'iana, passing by the hallway enterance, spotted him and shooed him away, saying he didn't belong there. B'iana took him to the kitchen and fed him a snack of at'aac-or sweet cake. He soon forgot the incident. When his father finally left a day or so later, his mother stayed in her suite of rooms, weeping. He never knew why she was so sad after his visits-until much later. Lotor's revelry was interrupted by a another moan-a moan of pleasure this time. This was not a figment of his imagination! It was coming from Allura's room. He bolted up and ran out of his suite to the doors of her room and opened the door. She was dreaming, he thought -or having a nightmare. Suddenly, as if feeling an intense pleasure, she cried out "Z'aale!!! ahhhh..." His muscles bunched up in knots. His father!! She was dreaming of his father! Lotor really got angry, but before he could do anything, Allura bolted upright in her bed and screamed - an agonizing scream- as if she were terrified! Tears ran down her face. She was awake now and weeping. She wept in the same way his mother had weeped after his father's visits long ago. Lotor sat on the bed, reached over and held her as for the second time in as many days she cried on his chest as he stroked her hair. They both fell asleep this way, and in the morning, Allura woke to find Lotor next to her, sleeping peacefully, his arm tightly around her waist, his head nestled on her shoulder, and his lips on her neck, his breathing even and steady. Allura sleepily wondered how in the hell he got there, shrugged and fell back asleep. Z'aale Revisited Z'aale turned in his sleep. The dream he shared with her was intense, so real- but she wasn't there with him. He frowned in dissappointment, then relaxed. He, Z'aale, would come to her dreams until she was physically in his embrace. He would find out where she was and claim her for his own....if he had to kill everyone in the universe to do it.
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