Hunger, a deep gnawing sensation that burns through your body, grips all your senses, thoughts and actions.
All sin can be derived from hunger; greed, gluttony, sloth, wrath, envy and lust.
How long had he felt the gnawing inside himself, searing every action as he took and took, always, ravenous.
Of course, that incredible seeking drive made him the best, the most suited to the black lion.
A protector, a guardian, someone never sated and slacked, always driving to go further.
Even as his world died, slowly, gasping in its last breaths.
He would not assent to defeat, the starvation within him,
Would not allow it.
Decades, centuries, millennia, his army was legion, his heart never fulfilled
He had lost the black lion and taking life from a dying man
Only pushed him to seek it out further.
Altea was one of many victims or was it justified cruelty.
No one knew for sure, not even himself
As he sits upon his dark throne, restless still.
Ten thousand years since the traitor’s fall, his own or Altea, maybe both
He felt it, of course, a piece of him dangling within his sights
The black lion, taken away, sealed, lost.
Voltron was needed for total dominance, practicality
Sentimentality made his every motive,
His ravenous nature, why did he assume
He would be satisfied with the living machine
Even as his soul crooned, it was not enough
His usurper, taker of his Lion
He would own him completely,
Break him, crush him, mould him anew
He became part of the lion-like he was
They will merge and form, take him
His eyes, black voids stared blankly into golden glow
He was illuminated in the purple glow of the Galra empire
He fought, he relished in the fire that burned and consumed Shiro
After all, he felt it within himself, as he poured more in return
Starved lions, locked in a cage of wits and survival
He was being sated, his hunger slackening and what was left was primal fear
He intended to conquer, not to become less
Yet he was reaching tenuous limits, consumed with completion
He tore himself in the process and he could not come back
Bite, he snaps in anger and bites down, salt and iron, flooding him
Growls as he pushes down, seeking domination in turmoil,
Constantly fighting, never yielding, yet reaching contentment
Yet it wasn’t enough, robotic hand, human hand
Tugged and pulled, gasping as the salty iron washes down his throat
Replaced with clear fluid, pull them closer
An appetite for the flesh
Of growls, no empty platitudes, no promises
Those were already said in claws and nails
Never breaking, but shaping to more
Not quite reaching there, they shake, they rile,
It was never enough
Evolution or was it devolution,
Apex predator brought low by a mere man
Famine metamorphosed to pestilence
Consequences clear in his lost predation,
Now committed, weakness thwarted or ignored
He shall never be sure,
Yet he also changed the other, made flint,
Tinder to their mutual flame,
They would burn together, never gratified
It was never easy, no clear dominion over the other,
Both held a spot on the darkened throne
Built anew yet their need remained
Hunger inside the hearts of the Black Lion Paladins