A/N: Because Ozai needs to die.
Rolling waves of blazing, scorching heat flickered around his still body, reminding him he wasn't completely gone yet. He chuckled malevolently, sounding like quite the villain; then again, there was no one to hear him.
His body was slowly, deliciously, being consumed by the blaze; he was slipping away fast, and he reveled in the fact. It fascinated his sickened mind, what was there after you were consumed by the fires of hell?
Gold eyes widened in mortification, as the flames licked Ozai's cheeks, and he finally began to slip into the darkness. The thing that came after was…
Nothing.
A/N: I don't care if you don't review, I just hope all Ozai haters enjoyed this even a little! Die Ozai, die! But, reviews are appreciated.