Perfect by nature
Icon of self-indulgence
Just what we all need
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If perfection were to take form, it would in her. A goddess, an object worthy of worship by those in surrounding. Nothing short of that was true, and none dared to challenge that idea, the thought that everyone easily could be sucked into. For who else could embody such power and grace? For who else was as feared as she was loved? None, and there is no challenger, not opposition to her. Not even the stars of flame across the blackest night could shine as she, with such breathtaking beauty and the authority in which she commanded both friend and subordinates. Essence of perfection was an insult to her, was it not? To say she could only appear it, to say she could only come close was to say you did not love her, did not owe her the respect she commanded merely by presence.

And who could not love a goddess such as she? Rare in ability, rare such a beauty in sight, she was an idol to her people. What a fool would not envy her, what a fool would not desire her life. And what a liar would one be if they did not indulge in the power she possessed, or to say they would not partake in the things she could simply by being herself. Aware and smug, and yet doing in such an attractive way, she basked in her own glory. Who would dare tell her she did not deserve it, to say she was not right in her indulgence? None would, for they knew her, and adored her. It was to go without saying people would not mind being used by this princess, their deity. Would one not throw themselves at her feet just to get a touch, even if it is to be walked on? To get close enough to taste her skin, to catch a glimpse of her beauty so close, even if the price would be one's life or dignity?

Do not lie to yourself; for you adore her too. Is it so easy for you to lie to yourself? Does it make you feel like a better person, to pretend as if you did not wish to be in her place? Do you feel more human, more real to say there is no perfection, and that even she is twisted? Don't lie to yourself. You know these words I say are true. Azula, her name is. Azula, the sun and the stars, the princess and the goddess.

Never was and never will be
Have you no shame?
Don't you see me?
Now somehow you're everybody's fool...

What is the word you call be the name of shame? To have such pride, to have such knowledge of greatness, shame is but for sinners and the commoner. Perhaps a perfect world is implausible; perhaps a world like that does not exist. But shame is not for her; shame is weakness. It is what keeps one up at night, riddled with guilt, with sorrow for sins of the past. She cannot sin, can she, one so magnificent? Foolish you are, to say such lies about our princess. So no, you who ask, there is no shame in the heart of her, she who is perfect.

Perhaps under that pretty face there could be flaws. Is ignoring those beneath you a flaw? Is being blind to those in which you surpass wrong? Why waste time on those who aren't half as great as you, when you yourself could be bettered? There are others that require her attention; there are others in need of her. And for those, she serves. For those, she reigns, high on her throne, her perch of majesty. Perhaps, she is their fool, the fool of her people, but if anyone were to be played, if anyone were to be puppets, it is them.

Look, here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how we love you
No flaws when you're pretending...

Oh, she is on her way, gracing us with her beauty and power. Bow down, you who are not worthy to be so close, close enough to touch her porcelain skin, to see into the depths of alluring amber eyes! Hide your faces and lower your eyes, for you are undeserving! Perhaps if she sees this admiration, this admittance of being lesser, you will graced with such a charming smirk, a quirk of such wondrous lips. You can feel your eyes being pulled to her, like the foamy ocean to luminous moon. With an approving dip of her head, you are allowed to stare. She knows you are in wonder, she knows of your affection. Is there anything you can hide from her?

Profess your love, those who adore her! She will accept you with a smile, for she knows she is deserving. Let your heart cry out, pouring what it can manage into words, and your eyes will shine with the rest. Her kingdom is fallen for her; but of course this is to speak what is known. Oh how we love you, Azula, oh yes how we love you. How can she be human, when she is so above us, worthy of our praise and worship? How could she ever have a flaw, I ask unto you?

You are silent, but I know you hide an answer. Tell me, I want to hear you dare speak a dark word against her! Do you think she is pretending to be so perfect? Foolish and stupid you are, undeserving one. Silence now, I understand you well. Your eyes speak for what your tongue cannot say - she is a pretender, a liar. Hush now, close such treacherous eyes. You do not deserve to look upon our goddess, the one who is deserving.

[But now I know she]
Never was and never will be
You don't know
How you betrayed me
Now somehow you've got everybody fooled

Is it not true that in the line of life, some hearts must be broken, people walked in for the greater good? She is blind to her actions, because she knows it must be so. She masks the eyes of her followers, hiding them from the truth of her actions. Perhaps it is not the actions she is in the wrong; but the intentions behind her betrayals. Please cover my eyes again, princess, let me follow you blindly once more. I know you love me, as you love your people; why else would you serve to better us, why else waste your time?

I am undeserving princess, please forgive me. Am I betraying you, as I begin to see your betrayal of all those who adore you? Have you tricked me, love? Have I become just another mindless fool that you played? I beg this not to be the truth; but yet, somehow, I feel as those you have blinded yourself from these things you have done. Is it my own belief in you, this trust and adoration, that I still seek you to be perfect? Or do you too not see these deceptions you have wrought on those who are servants in body and mind and soul?

Without the mask...
Where will you hide?
Can't find yourself
Lost in your lie...

Stare into your mirror, princess, and what is there to greet you? The false promise of perfection, someone you once thought you knew? Beautiful still, but can those eyes have been truer? Could they have been more open gates to the broken soul that lies beneath the mask of lies? Be beautiful, be the embodiment of power and majesty and still you will not love what you find in your loneliness, in the stark nakedness of the mirror! Forgive me, princess, for you can hide no longer from yourself, hide the way you hid from us, and can longer love what you once adored! Who are you now, who is this great princess by the name of Azula? How can we love what is left, when she is nothing but withering shadows hiding a girl choking on her lies? How can we love you, when you cannot even bear what is in that mirror?

I would ease you from your suffering once. But those days are gone, for you are gone. To hide from followers is one sin; but to hide from yourself is another, more treacherous act. I cannot understand, and we who loved you cannot no longer. Is that what you think now, when you can only see that monster? That monster is but human, but that's disdainful to see yourself that way isn't it, my princess? Don't cry now, and do not mourn. Don't lose what little of you is left - or are you so far lost and gone by now this warning falls upon deaf ears?

I know the truth now
And I know who you are
And I don't love you anymore

Shatter the mirror that broke you as if it can erase what you have done! Do you think your unsteady hand breaking that mirror with a brush can ever get rid of your lies? As the back of the brush crashes into the reflection of you, you can feel the walls you spent so long raising around yourself crumbling. That which once protects you now destroys you. Scream in rage, princess, and cry in your anguish. But it cannot save you, and it cannot drown out the pain you feel in your chest, weighing down your heart. Don't lie to yourself anymore, princess, for it will only deepen this wound you've opened. Don't lie to yourself, because I know you won't believe it anymore. Empty words meant to soothe will only sting and burn. Let the tears fall, princess, just let them rain for all the times you never let yourself cry. A perfect daughter, a perfect princess never shed a tear, did she?

It pains me, somewhere in my heart where you are still adored, to see you so broken. What caused the dam to break; what caused you to fall apart, my princess? Was it the memory of your mother, reminding she loved you, no matter what you were? Do you believe that, somewhere where you still love her? It was as if she was still there, over your shoulder, her presence never letting go. You cannot believe her, even if she's just some twisted memory, just one more deception by your own messed-up mind. Who could love such an actress? Who could love such a monster? Who could love you, when you could not? It hurt too much to bear, it stung too much to ignore, like needles pricking all over, under your pale skin. Do you know yourself now, princess, know yourself like I knew you?

You never were and never will be
You're not real
And you can't save me
I know now you're everybody's fool

A chest that once felt full with pride is empty now, heaving with effort of the breaking of the mirror, the effort of releasing so much locked up pain. A mind once sharp with cunning is now dulled by insanity. What once was a lie is the truth, and what was once truth is a lie. Your whole world is upside down princess, but do you even care? Are you still with us; are you in there, deep inside your mind? Tell me; are you still Azula deep inside your hollow heart, in the darkness of your distorted reality?

None are beyond salvation, none beyond the willingness of a second chance. None until I saw you, broken beyond repair. You are too far gone to save; so far gone you don't know you need it. You cannot save yourself, princess, no matter how strong, how righteous you may now pretend to be. It's all pretend now, can't you see? Do you honestly think you stand so straight when you stand so crooked, as crooked as the hair that refused to submit to your will? Do you think your eyes shine with courage and power, when they flicker with the cruelest form of instability, of insanity? Do you think you can win this battle, this fight within yourself, this fight you deny to happen? Admit it, my princess, you have fallen. Let go, princess, for there is nothing left for you here. We all know the truth. You know the truth. You are everyone's fool, my princess Azula.

Author's Note:Wow. Massive rewrite. I can honestly say my writing skills have gotten better, and I've got a better grasp on characterization. I also intend to be an Azula cosplayer, so that does help! Thanks for reading! I will be updating chapter two soon, lovelies.