Don’t Let Go (Of Me)

Soudam Week: Day 2 - Royalty

And yes, this was inspired by that one vine. It more crack than anything, but hopefully it makes you laugh ;)

A quality all good princesses must possess is patience.

But Sonia was running out of that real quick.

  Let’s see if we can explain the situation a little better hm? The Princess of the grand kingdom of Noselic was world renowned for inspirational and calming presence. But, what most people didn’t know, is that he actually had close ties to the infamous vampiric Count Tanaka Gundam, and the feared sea pillaging pirate Souda Kazuichi. Both men who were dear and valued friends to the young princess. If only there was one increasingly...irksome problem.

Souda was in love with Gundham.

  At first he had a rather worrying attachment to Sonia herself, but that sorted itself out with time and many balls that pushed the two together. And now Souda was almost a constant pining, worrying mess. A far cry from the once innovative and thrill-seeking seafarer. She cared for the pirate, she really did, but enough was enough.

“Yes, yes Souda I know that Gundham is very cool, and that you’ve never really thought about him in this was before. But what are you going to about it? With these affections?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Had Sonia not had proper etiquette and manners drilled into her from a young age, she would’ve smacked the upside of Kazuichi’s head from being so dense at times. Honestly, a princess could only take so mu-

“A-Actually Princess...I-I’ve had this plan in my h-head for quite awhile now…” Oh?

Now Sonia was listening.

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Sonia immediately regretted listening.

  The plan had made sense the first time she heard it, but now, during the execution of it...She suddenly wished she had tuned out Souda that day. Just how was Gundham supposed to fall for this? So pardon her language but...

This was beyond stupid.

  How could she have ever agreed to this? Oh curse the allure of matchmaking! The plan Souda had proposed went like this; Him and his pirate crew would fake her kidnapping, sending a ransom note to Gundham in the hopes that he’d come and save his friend. It was then and there that Souda planned to confess. In theory, it should’ve worked.

In theory.

  But here Sonia was, falsely tied to the main sail post of Souda’s ship the “S.S Hope’s Peak.” Waiting the the supposed “hero” to show up. Sonia’s sharp toothed friend only growing more and more sullen with every passing minute. And, while his pining did push Sonia to her wits end every now and then, he was still a very dear friend to her. So his misery was her misery!

“Just give him a few more minutes Souda, maybe he got...caught up?”

“Humph, yeah ri-“

“HALT FIEND! Prepare to face the ultimate wrath of the Supreme Overlord of Ice, the Great Gundham Tanaka! Tremble in petrified fear mor-Tamer of Automatons?”

  And just as Souda’s depressed grumble left his mouth, Gundham appeared. Galloping gallantly up to the decked battleship on a hellishly ferocious horse. But for all Gundam’s bravado, he was still rendered speechless by the scene.

Not that Sonia could blame him.

  She was tied to a post. Souda had already dropped his sword. Hajime was trying his best to play along even as a nearby seagull tried to peck at his large spike of hair. Nagito was currently torn between helping his boyfriend and wondering if trash like him should even interfere. Akane was asleep on the deck. And who knows where Ibuki was. All and all, it was chaos. So much so that the Novoselic Princess was both surprised and thankful that nothing had caught on fire.

Yet.

  But chaos, as it were, delighted the vampiric count. So it came as no surprise to Sonia when Gundam started laughing hysterically. But it certainly came as a surprise for poor Souda.

“W-Wha? Why are you laughin’?! This is serious!” Had the situation not have been spiraling out of control so rapidly, Sonia would’ve giggled and the bright blush that quickly overtook Souda’s face along with a fussy pout. It was hard work to hold back the urge to take charge of the situation, but the princess restrained herself. No.

She trusted Souda.

“And why, pray tell, is the scene before me so dire?” In a fluroush is his long black cape, Gundham dismounted the massive dark beast. Walking right up the dock were he gazed above him at Souda. With such a look in eyes that Sonia immediately knew that this outlandish plan would both work and was largely unnecessary.

Still, at least it’d be entertaining.

“B-Because I’m taking Miss Sonia away!” Oh...Oh he shouldn’t have said that. All at once any cheerful air that Gundham may have had around him evaporated. The Four Dark Devas of Destruction starting to peak out of their commander’s scarf to see what was all the commotion for. Oh. Oh no…

Jealousy was not a good look on the Overlord of Ice.

“Oh? I had thought that you had broken such a frivolous illusion long ago Sharp Toothed One.” Great, now Gundhan thought that Souda still had feelings for her! Oh this was getting ridiculous! Wriggling her shoulders, Sonia was just about ready to call this whole charade off and just order the two to confess when-

“You’ll never have her!”

“And why is that you pathetic mortal?!”

“Because I love you!”

  Silence. Heart-wrenching, spine-tingling silence. Sonia’s innards twisting at the sight of Souda’s face. Eyes cast down, clinging to the wooden planks in front of him like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His face dyed such a brilliant shade of red that it made that vibrant head of pink hair seem pale. With those dear, intelligent eyes glossing over with embarrassed tears. Desperately, Sonia looked toward to Gundham.

Finding him in a complete state of shock.

  Bandaged arms limp at his sides. Mismatched eyes wide and staring. Jaw hanging open as the sea breeze made his cape and scarf flutter around his frozen body. Sonia darted her green eyes between the two. From tearful Souda to shell shocked Gundham. Just waiting for someone to make the first move.

Surprisingly, it was Souda.

“Well? Y-You can’t even answer me can you?! Dammit! I should’ve-” He was a mess. Raking his hands through his choppy hair as if he wanted to tear it all out. Just the sight of the tears streaming down his face renewed Sonia’s efforts to free herself. To either comfort Souda or smack some sense into Gundham, the princess didn’t quite know.

“N-No! No, Souda I feel the same!”

  And just like that, the tears dried and the hope returned to Souda’s eyes. He stared at Gundham. Strands of pink hair blowing all around his face. Gundam and him locked eyes for a moment before the Count pulled his scarf over his blushing red face. Trying to save face.

“What? You...You really…”

“Ahem, perhaps we should talk about this in private...m-my paramor.” With rabbit fast glances to and away from the pirate, Gundham was able to stutter out a rather smooth invitation.

Sonia had to give him props for that.

“Really? R-Right now?”

“Hmph! The Great Gundham Tanaka does not misspeak Tamer of Automatons! Now, come join the future ruler of this word on his hellish crusade as the One Who Shares My Path!” By now Gundham’s old confidence had returned, along with Souda’s blinding smile. As his grand laughter filled the air, Souda prompty lept off the boat and into Gundam’s arms. Just as Nagito finally freed Hajime from the seagull’s wrath and Akane woke up. But Sonia, herself, was still tied to the post and Ibuki was-

“Now I’ve...had the time of life! No, I’ve never felt this way before...Yes, I swear its the truth and I owe it all to you!”

Oh no.

  Why couldn’t Ibuki had just stayed away? Oh God, and now she was butchering that one song from Dirty Dancing! And Sonia loved that movie! But, astonishingly, Souda and Gundham were too wrapped up in one another to be ever the slightest bit affected by the musician's screeching, screamo version of a romantic classic. What with Gundham delicatly setting Souda down on that wild black horse.

Before the two rode off into the sunset.

“ ‘Cuase I’ve had the time of my life! And I owe it all to you!”

Leaving Sonia behind.

Still tied to the ship.

With a singing Ibuki.

…

Well shit.

GUYS I NEED HELP!!!

So, as you all know, Golden Madness is my baby and when I'm not stressing out about college/senior year, I'm working on that.

And now the Retrace Arc is done.

BUT HOLY HECK-A-DOODLE do I need your help!!!

What I need from you guys is to tell me if there was anything you guys found confusing or want me to talk about in the Retrace's End announcement.

Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 2 - Fight

Sorry guys, but applications are due soon, so Lotidge Ship Week entries might be a little late and have some weird mistakes. :( 

Curse you Princeton! Jk, please read my essays

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“No.”

“You can’t tell me what to do Shiro.” Scowling further, the Green Paladin sent a defiant glare at the Head of Voltron. The latter only crossing his arms as he tried to stare her down.

“I said no Pidge.” There it was again, that blankness to his look that made Pidge’s heart twist uncomfortably. That subtle detachment to her that made the young woman want to sock Shiro across the jaw, take Matt and Green, and book it for the hills.

“And I said I’m going.” Shiro was just about to open his mouth to refute her again, when a third, previously ignored voice broke through their tension.

“I could go with her.” Speak of the Devil. Or, more accurately, of the Galran Prince-turned-unwitting ally.

Prince Lotor.

He stood, leaning against the wall within their little lounge. Looking half-bored and half-frustrated. Oh great, as if Pidge wasn’t at the end of her patience already, Lotor just had to butt in.

“Oh come now Champion, you know as well as I do she’ll be killed on her own.” Lotor’s voice was all but a purr as he, very pointedly, looked over Pidge’s head at Shiro. Glossing over her with those brilliant blue eyes. 

The Black Paladin glaring right back.

“And who’s to say you’ll help her chances?”

“Well, unlike you Champion, I know these ships like the back of my hand. Not to mention the fact I’m just as much as a wanted criminal as you lot.” Pidge tried getting a word it, but the two just kept at it. 

“That’s not worth Pidge’s life.” Ok, that’s it! Pidge wasn’t going to deal with this…weird display of testosterone. She didn’t have time for this! Not right now!

Not when she found a lead on her dad.

So that’s why Pidge jumped up, strode over to Lotor, guns blazing, and grabbed his hand. Forcibly dragging a Galran Prince who was, at the very least, two feet taller than her, up and away from the Black Paladin.

Missing the look of surprise on Lotor’s face.

Shiro, naturally, called after them. But all his half-baked pleas fell on deaf ears. Pidge’s body feeling far, far too hot. A frustrated flush rising to her face and the tips of her ears. So, hand and hand with the Galran Prince, she set a course for their destination.

A Galran transport ship.

Said to hold the usual cargo. Weapons, quintessence, and mechanical supplies. But there was a unique addition to this particular ship. It was said that it was transporting a small group of especially intelligent slaves for some purpose Pidge would rather not think about. Made complete by a boosted security. So yeah.

She might need Lotor’s help.

“Going without your brother? How rebellious~” Ugh, she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. But she didn’t want Matt out there, in danger.

Not after everything he’s been through.

“Sit down and shut up before I make you.” Was all Pidge had the patience to grit out as she and Green left the Castle of Lions.

Familiar sparks dancing up her arm as she allowed herself to sink into the Green Lion’s cockpit. Ok. Ok. Breathe, you can do this. Pidge told herself, trying to calm down before anger made her stupid and reckless. Just breathe.

Breathe.

"Where are we going?" Oh quiznak. Clenching her jaw, Pidge turned her annoyed gaze toward Lotor. The latter raising a single white eyebrow at her. Pidge thought it over as she blocked the commutation Shiro was trying to send her.

"To find my dad." Pidge echoed as she turned back around. Watching as Green streamlined past stars and moons she didn't have the time to revel in.

She could hear the surprise in his voice.

"Your father? He's with the Empire?"

"Unwillingly yes." Pidge didn't even try to keep the bitterness out of her voice. God, look at her. Going around space in a magical giant metal lion with the son of her enemy riding shotgun. Had Pidge not been living that reality, she would've laughed.

Lotor remained silent.

Which was perfectly fine with Pidge. Give her a quiet Galran Prince over a talkative one any day. Because, like this, Pidge could actually think.

About a lot of things.

What was she doing? Disobeying Shiro’s orders? Rushing into the fray? God, she was beginning to act like Keith. But what if her dad was there, on that ship?

What if he wasn’t?

“-aladin! Paladin, I believe were getting close!” It was Lotor’s voice that brought Pidge out of her thoughts. And, with a jolt, she realized he was right. The Galran ship was quickly coming closer and closer into view. Pidge flying into action.

Quickly activating Green’ cloaking ability.

“Your lion has cloaking?” Lotor’s voice was closer, Pidge realized. He was standing behind her, arms braced against her seat. Leaning down to her level. Where, in her peripheral vision, she could see the silvery strands of hair flutter gracefully off his shoulder.

Pidge had half a mind to step on the breaks.

“Yes, so stay inside and wait for me.”

“No.”

The Green Paladin nearly groaned at the immediate sense of deja vu. Setting Green up to follow the transport ship while they climbed off board, Pidge pursed her lips.

Trying to stay calm.

“I didn’t ask you Lotor.” She glared up at him then. His gaze was steady, blue-yellow eyes focused and determined as he gazed at her. But there was something more to that look he gave her. Something that puzzled her.

That made her heartbeat flutter.

But only for a tick.

“And you didn’t ask me before grabbing my hand and jumping ship...Pidge.” With that, the strange look to Lotor’s eyes increased as he turned away to put on his helmet. Leaving Pidge’s mind reeling from…that look.

That soft, soft look.

- - -

But nothing stayed peaceful for long.

Her father wasn’t on the ship. But a Galran Commander was. So between the crushing weight of losing another lead on her father, the frantic efforts to protect the slaves that remained, and staying alive. Pidge was on the edge.

Wanting to throw herself off it.

“I thought you said your father was aboard this ship?!” Came Lotor’s frantic cry as they ducked for cover against a metal crate. Pidge hissed in pain as the cut on her thigh sang with pain. Dammit! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“I thought he was!” She screamed right back, launching right back into the fray after a moment’s rest. Running low to the ground as shots flew above her. But before the sentries could adjust their aim, Pidge lashed out.

Electrified Bayard swinging toward them.

A quick, jolt of electricity and they fell. Limp limbs of metal and wires on the floor. She could feel Lotor’s gaze on her. Burning her skin even through her armor. Pidge’s clenched fist and grip on her weapon turned near choking.

“You thought? You risked our lives on a mere guess? You fool!”

She turned toward him.

“I never asked you to come with me!” She must’ve looked like a mess, but Pidge couldn’t find it in herself to care. So what if Lotor saw the huge tears streaking down her face? She didn’t care.

Didn’t want to care anymore.

She just wanted her father back. Was that so wrong? Was that so hard for Lotor to understand? Looking at him, Pidge saw that strange, soft look return to his sharp features once more. His mouth parted. As if to say something. Pidge burning against his gaze, humiliated and frustrated.

She didn’t want his pity!

“Pala…Pidge, I-I didn’t mean to-“ Still looking at her, Lotor’s eyes widened. Freezing mid-sentence as he caught sight of something over her shoulder.  

Pidge’s blood running cold.

She turned, but not fast enough. The world grew noisy once more with the sound of gunfire. Pidge bracing herself for the worst.

But the worst never came.

It was Lotor. The enemy everyone was so hesitant about trusting. It was that Galran Prince that tackled her to the side, out of harm’s way.

At his own expense.

“AHHHGH!” Lotor howled, clutching his upper back. Purple skin sizzling from the heat of the blast. Cut into his body savagely. Blood already running down his back in deep, dark maroon rivets.

Drops of it dripping onto her armor. Their collided forms poorly hidden between a wall and another crate. His weight baring down on her smaller body. Silver hair brushing Pridge’s cheek as he loomed above her. Face pinched in pain.  But that soft look remained as he gazed down at her.

“P-Pidge…”

I get ready, I get all dressed up, to go nowhere in particular.

I saw a really cool post but it was out of date and no longer running so I decided why not start my own. If you reblog this before Feb 20th you will receive a newly hatched Pokémon in your submit box inspired by your blog. Let’s have some fun togeather! 🧡

Zethrid could punch me in the face and I'd say thank you 😊

It’s hard being on the side of the coalition when a hot galra woman is handling the galra canon

*looks @ Golden Madness*

wELL SHIT

How would shiro react to pidge getting fayally hurt on the battlefield

YES YES YES

Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever

Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.

I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.

Bloody Beloved

So...I just watched Padmaavati, and it was AMAZING. The songs, the costumes, the acting OH MY. 

But back to the songs.

One, in particular, was very reminiscent of a ship I adore. So @lotidge , this one is for you. 

Introducing a horribly wonderful vision I had for Padmaavati’s “Kalibali” with a Lotidge spin on it. Mainly because this song is amazing and because I really want to do an unhinged Lotor. RIP.

Think of this set in a desert/sharan sort of backdrop with Lotor as this Alexander The Great sort of guy and Pidge is sort of like Helen of Troy??? If that makes sense???

(Khalibali Video Song) (Original English Lyrics For Khalibali)

Also I vote to add this song, despite being in another language, to any potential Lotigde Song Lists/Playlists

Ah.

This was nice. This was wonderful. Oh...it wouldn’t take long now. Soon, he’d own all the world. Soon, his Empire would reign supreme. Soon, he’d have that King’s head implied unto a stick.

Soon he’d take his wife as his own.

Oh, that damned King only allowed him a glimpse of his Queen. And through a mirror no less! But by that Stars that was enough.

Enough to start a war.

That damn information had been right. King Shiro’s new wife was indeed a heaven-sent beauty. Oh! The glimpse of her was still fresh in his mind.

Cutting him deeper than any wound.

Emperor Lotor’s head swam with her visage as he marched toward his troops. Each eager and bloodthirsty for war.

For women.

But out of all the woman Lotor had in his harem, out of all the beauties he had ravaged, none could ever come close to her. 

To Queen Katherine.

So deadly that loveliness was! So precious! Those intoxicating eyes...Lotor wanted it. And everything that was precious in this world...

Lotor must possess.

He stood, surrounded by his men, all of them dressed in ornate silver plates of armor. Foam and shrieks hailing from each of their mouths. Lotor laughed, excitement flooding through his veins. Lotor laughed, calling his men to battle. Lotor laughed, desire filling his heart.

A war cry filling his throat.

“Oh Stars! He is like a warlord!” His army chanted, thumping their breastplates with their hands. Lotor still laughing as their chanting grew louder and louder. The army beginning to circle their commander 

 “Oh Stars! He is like a warlord!” Lotor ran his hands down his face, his skin felt feverish. His head spun, as if caught up within a dream. The heavy black cloth of his clothes, embroidered with silver, suddenly felt stifling. He felt waek and warm, hot and light all at once. Still, he pictured that Queen. 

The flash of her golden eyes.

“Oh Stars! His heart is like a demon!” He had heard many tales about her. About the bloody, golden Queen who had sent many a man screaming into death. 

Like a Goddess of War’s incarnate.

“Oh Stars! His heart is like a demon!” Lotor laughed once more. A demon! Yes! He’d become a demon once that Queen came to him.

Once he claimed her as his own.

“Oh Stars! He is like a warlord!” The chanting grew frenzied and Lotor’s army stated thumping their swords against the floor in tandem with the beatings of their breasts. The sound of thousands of weapons clashing together made Lotor sway to the beat.

Half-possessed.

“Oh Stars! His heart is like a demon!” Only with her...Only with that woman by his side could Lotor truly own the entire world. The list of the Golden Queen’s conquests no small feat. Oh! To have a woman like that by your side!

She was wasted on Shiro!

“OH STARS! OH STARS!” The army was screaming now. Foam and spit flying from their mouths rabidly as Lotor rocked back and forth. Head tilting back, eyes falling shut.

Lotor let out a breath.

“O Beloved...” Lotor cried, running his palms along his neck, over his face, and into his hair.

Mind entranced within his dream.

“O Beloved...” That Katherine...Katherine...covered in blood at his side. His mouth on her neck, lapping at the red rivets. 

Her husband’s blood on his fingers.

“O dear, bloody heart!” Lotor screamed, springing alive. Ripping his clawed fingers from his silver-white hair. Eyes wide and mad.

Mad with love.

“Ever since I sought your crown of love...” Looking at his army, Lotor raised his arms, greeting the horde of purple-furred soldiers. Their circling of their Emperor never stopping. The clanging of their weapons never ceasing. Lotor’s blood was on fire. 

She was coming! 

“I’ve it let go!” He howled, rushing as the nearest man and throwing him to floor to take his space amongst the circling army. The war chant growing loud er and louder Echoing throughout the camp. Gripping at the embroidery on his chest, Lotor sunk his own claws into the skin underneath.

Lips pulling back into a snarl.

“I have no care in my heart! I’ve let it go!” Lotor roared as he thumped his own chest, claws and all. His fangs glinting in the low firelight all around them. Circling around and around as the soldiers chanted with him. 

Bloodlust rising.

“My care for this world is gone! I’ve let it go!” The Emperor spun, grabbing the nearest warrior’s shoulders and pulling them closer until their foreheads collided. 

Blooding trickling between then.

But neither men cared. Both men just kept howling, spinning around to make their war-hungry hearts beat. Lotor’s eyes bright with blue fire.

Bright with desire.

“I’ve let it go!” It was, after all, a grave wrong to claim another’s wife, but the Galran Empire didn’t care for wrongs. 

Just their conquests.

And, with Queen Katherine coming to Daibazaal to save her husband, the Galran Empire will have claimed its greatest conquest.

The Golden Queen.

Known far and wide for both her beauty and deadly intelligence, she had lead her husband’s kingdom into great and fearsome success. Indeed, the small woman hailing from a insignificant background had quickly become one of the most powerful rulers in the world.

Making a King out of her husband.

A former veteran of war who could hold his own in a fight, the two were said to be inseparable. Impossible to touch between the King’s battle prowess and the Queen’s merciless battle strategy.

But there is a first time for everything.  

“Ever since I sought your crown of love...” Releasing the solider, Lotor spun away. His body light and unfocused.

“I’ve let it go!” 

“I have no care in my heart! I’ve let it go!” Lotor was howling now, spinning around and around. His arms gripping at his own shoulders. The claws digging into his skin doing nothing to dampen his excitement.

Only adding to his ecstasy.

“O our Lord! O our Emperor!” Haha! They were chanting again. Swearing, not the Stars, but to him! As they should!

For even the Stars feared him.

“Let him ravage! Let him pillage!”

“Let him claim that Golden Queen!” Ah! His army was jumping slamming theirs fists unto their thighs in a maddened frenzy.

All while Lotor could only laugh.

This! This was what he had been waiting for! That damn King got too cocky with that woman by his side. And now look at him! She had to come to save him!

She was giving herself to Lotor!

The army screamed and shrieked. Yellowed fangs flashing. Clawed hands cutting into palms as the Galran shoulders beat their legs in excitement. Having caught the scent of blood.  

Of victory.

“Let him claim that Golden Queen!”

“My heart is  now in tatters because of you...” Lotor pulled a lagging solider close by his hair, letting him rest his head unto his Emperor’s shoulder. The smaller Galra looking up at his Emperor half in respect.

And half in fear.

“The light of sleep has now abandoned me...” Lotor whispered, tender to the point of cruelty. The hand in thsmall Galran’s hair tightening as Lotor yanked his head back. 

Slicing his throat.

“My heart is now in tatters because of you...” The Galran Emperor called out as he threw the soldier’s body to the side.

The army never stopping.

Switching form pounding their legs, to circling round their Emperor once more. Throwing one foot in front of the other in savage stomps as they spun in in circles around Lotor.

Trampling the body completely.

The corpse quickly becoming bloody pulp unto the floor. Bits of brain and eye clinging to the boots of Lotor’s soldiers. But the scent of blood was truly in the air now. 

The scent of war.

“The light of sleep has now abandoned me...” Lotor looked to his hands, echoing the chant in a fanged smile. Looked to the rich red blood flowing from his hands, under his claws, and down his arms. 

“A new dream has taken shape in my eyes!” The Emperor looked to the wet palms as he raised them to the sky. As if grabbing at a dream.

As if gripping a victory.

“I’ve let it go!”

Lotor laughed.

“I have no care in my heart! I’ve let it go!” Remembering the first and only glimpse he had of Queen Katherine as his army chanted all around him. 

Her visage had come to him by a mirror. Lotor having been tricked out of his sole condition of their momentary truce, to see the lovely Golden Queen once and for all. Naturally, Lotor had thought that he’d see her face to face.

But she alluded him still.

Brillant, really had she had done it. Arranging all her palace’s mirrors in such a way that she was reflected in a mirror before him like an illusion, but leagues away from him in reality. Ah! But how sweet a sight she was!

However momentary.

She had been wearing white

A white gown lined with gold and pearls. A white gown that fluttered around her small frame like tendrils of smoke. A white gown that sparked in the mirror’s borrowed light.

A white gown that begged to be dyed red.

“My care for this world is gone! I’ve let it go!” Lotor had gone past swaying back and forth. Now, his whole body seemed to convulse. Twisting in and out of view between his spining rings of of soldiers. 

Contorting all the while.

“I’ve let it go!” But, just like that, Lotor stopped moving altogether. The suddenness making the Galran Army cease their war cries and draw closer to their Emperor. 

“I’ve conquered all the world...” Lotor whispered, looking up at the stars above them. Hands raised, bloody palms up, as if in prayer. The Emperor’s yellow-blue eyes soft and glazed.

Lost. 

“But seeing you, I stopped.” Fluttering his eyes closed, Lotor raised his hands higher. The warmth of the soldier’s blood just beginning to cool, hardening into the worn lines of the Emperor’s hands. 

“In your wake...”

Lotor smeared his face with blood.

“Even the skies come down to bow before you!” His breathing now erratic. His palms running down from the top of his forehead to the edge of his jaw, coloring him red with the soldier’s blood. Oh. Oh, he wanted her.

He wanted Katherine.

“Oh let me read the hymn of your love!” Lotor lunged out with a savage cry, hooking his arms around the shoulder of two of his men. Dragging them back the dance, the Galran army springing back into their war chant.

“Oh let me drown in that religion of love!” Throwing his head back, Lotor let out a vicious howl. Beastly and primal in every way. Envisioning Katherine in the aftermath of her husband’s death. Covered in Shiro’s blood as Lotor dragged to his chambers to claim her. Oh!

He couldn’t wait!

“Now you’ve become owner to my heart!” What would her skin feel like, he wondered? What luxury that pale, freckled skin would be against go own flesh! Her short, sunset hair gripped in his hands! The soft, gentle curves of her body flayed open by his claws. 

“I’ve it let go!”

“I have no care in my heart! I’ve let it go!” Taking the jaws of the two soliders’ into his hands, Lotor slammed them onto the ground. Into the bloody pulp the was the first solider. But the two soon rose.

Colored in blood, cheering all the while.

Rejoining the ranks of Lotor’s army easily as the Galran Emperor snapped his neck back into place. Head light and eyes wide and frenzied.

Excitement singing in his veins.

“My care for this world is gone! I’ve let it go!” The Emperor was screaming now, howling above the chanting shrieks of his army.  She was coming!

Coming to him!

“I’ve let it go!”

“I’ve it let go, O Beloved!” Arm spread wide, Lotor spun around. Laughing in triumph. 

In victory.

“I’ve it let go, my Beloved!” Was he still spinning? Or was it all still in his head? Who cared? Lotor was somewhere else. Somewhere high above this place.

Somewhere with Katherine.

“I’ve it let go, my dearest, bloody heart!” With one last blood-curtleing scream, Lotor let his army take over the war chant. So close, he was so close to victory.

To the Golden Queen.

To the conquests the two would achieve. The blood on his face had long since dried, tightening the Emperor’s cold purple skin. 

It felt wonderful

“Oh Stars! He is like a warlord!” The Galran Emperor quickly threw himself into his army’s frenzy. Howling and spinning and pounding at his chest. 

Lotor laughed. 

Fangs flashing and head thrown back. The glint of his army’s weapons sparking and flashing all around him. 

“Oh Stars! His heart is like a demon!” Lotor grabbed another soldier to slam their foreheads together as they all reopened the earlier wound. Fresh blood filling the air once more.

Intoxicating them all.

“OH STARS! OH STARS!” They broke apart, Lotor’s own blood mixing with the trembled soldier’s on his face. The Emperor felt free, uninhibited and wild. He was invincible. He was murderous.

He was victorious.

“Oh Stars! His heart is like a demon!” The army grew even more crazed, dispersing to ravage the tents around them, as if pillaging a village and not their own camp. 

“Oh Stars! He is like a warlord!” Slashing at their own tents, the firelight of nearby touches seeming to grow even higher.

Hungrier.

“OH STARS!” In the height of his celebration, Lotor was no longer anything resembling a man. He was beast. Bread and fed in war. 

Arrows sailed through the air.

In the first round, only two hit their mark. One behind Lotor’s left shoulder, the other just above his right hip. But still, Lotor stood

Still, he laughed.

The second round of arrows were more accurate. Three more arrows finding a poisoned home in Lotor’s body. At this, Lotor fell to his knees.

But no lower.

“OH STARS!” The army still raged all around him, too enveloped with their lust for destruction to assist their leader. 

But Lotor didn’t need it.

The Emperor looked behind him, silver strands of moonlit hair slipping off a blooded shoulder with the movement. Finding the shooter, the culprit fluttering in and out of view between the sharp shadows of his soldiers. And, for the life of him, Lotro wished he could say that he was surprised. The shooter no one but Axca.

His first wife.

Still, Lotor never stopped laughing. 

“I’VE LET IT ALL GO!”

What Golden Madness Ch 19 will be like