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Getting Lucky

Chapter Eight

 Suddenly Zarkon said, "Damn, all of a sudden I feel really weird." And he did, too. His mind told him he should be enraged right now, with Lotor's betrayal, but it felt like a fog had settled over his brain.

Hagar rushed to his side. "Are you all right, sire?"

"I think so, I'm just-" Zarkon looked at her. He didn't remember her looking quite so good before. As a matter of fact, he'd always thought she was butt-ugly. But for some unknown reason, now he was starting to get horny at the sight of her.
(*shudder* I ain't goin ANY further with this, and nor should anyone else!) "Whoa, you're looking terrific today, Hagar. Is that a new shroud? It certainly becomes you."

Hagar, clearly flabbergasted, stammered an answer. "Why... thank you, your Majesty."

"Please, call me Zarkon," he insisted with about as much of his limited charm as he could dredge up. Apparently Lotor's smooth moves weren't genetically inherited from his father. Zarkon also acquired a strange, lovesick puppy-dog look in his eyes that didn't look like it had EVER belonged there.

Hagar grinned, which wasn't a pretty sight on her green, wart-dotted face. She knew a golden opportunity when she saw one. And fortunately, she had some heavy irons hanging from the wall down in her lab to keep Zarkon from escaping once he recovered from whatever was affecting him. She couldn't afford to be picky. And ever since her hunky young pleasure-slave had run away in terror she'd had a space available in her "harem."

But if she had her sweetie Zarkon, she wouldn't need any of the others...

"Zarkon, darling, how would you like to see my lab?" she cooed with an evil smile.

A little voice deep inside screamed a warning, NOOO!! DON'T GO!! But that was only for a second, and then the fog rolled over him again. "Sure, why not?" Zarkon said agreeably. Hagar almost wrenched his arm out of the socket when she grabbed his hand and dragged him along with her, and off they went.
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After packing up the personal belongings he wanted to take with him, Lotor fired up his cruiser and left Doom for good, secure in the knowledge that at that moment Zarkon was getting the punishment he richly deserved for all his acts of evil. And then some, he couldn't help adding to himself, with an absolutely wicked grin.
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The wedding of Princess Allura and Prince Lotor went off without a hitch, which was quite something considering the extensive amount of planning a royal wedding required and that it had all been accomplished in less than a week. Nanny had been weeping buckets of happy tears ever since she had learned of the engagement. Her little baby was finally getting married! Allura chose Romelle to be her maid of honor because they had always been close, and because she didn't trust Nanny not to cry throughout the entire ceremony if she was participating in it.

After they were married, Lotor and Allura made their home on Arus, and a new military outpost was built on Doom.

King Zarkon had not been seen by anyone since before the wedding, and althought there were some whispers that Lotor, acting on his well-known hatred of his father, might have had something to do with his disappearance nothing was ever proven.

The consensus was that even if Lotor had done something, that would make him more a hero than a criminal. Zarkon was despised by so many people besides his son, no one was sorry to see him gone. Oddly, Witch Hagar had also vanished around the same time. A token investigation was conducted, but soon even that stalled. A year later the case was closed and Zarkon was legally declared dead, at which point Lotor was officially crowned the King of the Empire.

Zarkon's castle was transformed into a gigantic library as part of the new university complex that was still being completed. The castle's size and structure made it an ideal choice as a repository for knowledge and a quiet place for scholars to pursue their studies. However, the library staff soon realized they were not alone; for late at night they would hear all kinds of strange noises. Disembodied moans and howls, rattling chains, cackling laughter, and an echoing scream for help that sounded so desperate it almost seemed real were the most common occurrences.

The staff joked nervously that the castle was haunted by all the souls that had died there; a few even dared to suggest one of the unsettled spirits might be Zarkon himself. The ghost stories seemed supported by the fact that the noises were louder in the unexplored tunnels below the castle, where the dungeons and Hagar's old laboratory were rumored to be located. That was only rumor because no one dared to venture far enough into the tunnels to find out. If anything was down there, people supposed, then it was better left alone.

When the tales of ghosts haunting Doom Castle reached Lotor, by this time a King, a happily married man, and a proud father, he only chuckled. He had his own theory on what was happening. It was almost enough to make him feel sorry for his father... almost.

And everyone (except Zarkon, o' course!) lived happily ever after.


THE END

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