They circled him like vultures, as he felt the air escape his lungs and fly away with the rest of his life.
He could feel his sins drowning in a pool of vicious red.
The Spirit, ruler of the living and immortal, let out a low laugh. Pins of anxiety and pasts mistakes stabbed his fragile skin, as a shadow crept over his shoulder and breathed down his neck. A voice behind him hissed, taunting him with the very words his own tongue once spoke.
"So you are the so called Moon Slayer?"
Laughs surrounded him, chanting his name as they spat curses that he would forever bear, as he felt nails and darkness pull at his weak body.
Behind the chanting of his name, and the behind the sound of his screams, he heard one thing.
Crying.
Blue eyes hovered over him, as tears poured down like knives of rain, and they flooded over his body and thoughts. Each wave was another scream of his name, another sin, and another part of his soul washing away into a land of the unknown.
"Look what you have done!"
It was only when he saw the tears melt away to red, when he felt the pain.
Flashes of faces and voices stormed his mind like the waves of tears filling his lungs, his name was called once more, and only the vision of the moon was left before he fell to his knees.
Claws and nails tore at his flesh and ripped out his soul to snatch it away, pulling him closer into the cruel sea of tears and sins.
"Admiral Zhao, of the Fire Nation,"
Zhao screamed.
"You will pay."
He roared as they pulled him under into the darkness of enternity, as his scream echoed across the mysterious land where it would never be forgotton nor forgiven.
All that was left was a pool of red, where he drowned in his own sins, and where the moon slayed him.