Azula's End

Do note that from whence forth, this flashback takes a dark, gory and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen. 

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Azula's gaze shifted down to the growing patch of red spreading across her chest, staining her clothes with blood. She glanced back up at Fayre, who met her gaze with fierce determination, her hand still curled around the dagger she had plunged into Azula's heart. 

"I didn't see that coming!" Azula commented nonchalantly, as if being stabbed in the chest was inconsequential. "What a sweet little trickster you are," she chuckled, her laughter tinged with madness.

Fayre, accustomed to Azula's erratic behavior, remained composed. Ignoring Azula's laughter, she attempted to drive the dagger deeper, but Azula swiftly seized her hand.