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this is my first Avatar story so be nice...but feel free not to be!
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1: Death to begin
"Aang is not ready to die, his destiny has not yet been fulfilled." The silvery figure argued, moving close to the sleeping monk in question.
"Never are they, but die they must." The figure hissed, holding his 's' longer than any human would.
He was covered; head to toe, in shadows. They swirled around him, the darkness given shape and form, shielding him from the Former avatar's spirit.
"Do not do this! The God's as they may be, care for the balance as much as the humans and spirits if not more. To remove the young avatar from the world of the living with out restoring the balance would destroy any hope of repairing it. Surely you must understand that?" the frail silvery figure pleaded.
This caused the Oni, for that is all he was, a demon bringer of death and lowly servant to the god's, pause.
The god's would All be upset if such irreparable damage were caused by their servant. But at the same time his orders were clear, Kill the boy, nothing more nothing less.
"Solution's simple. Boy will be killed, Avatar soul will be taken out." Speech of the lowest kind was hard on this plane for an Oni who was used to the mind speech found in the spirit world, so his words were short and Guttural, as though the throat forming the words was meant for Growls instead of speech.
The avatar sprit was shocked and appalled.
"Not only is that a horrible thing to say but the boy will have no soul by now excepthis avatar soul. Therefore he will cease to exist completely when you kill him! Besides that there is the simple fact that the training and time it would take to teach a new avatar are quite significant and would probably erode the balance further than……" the spirit trailed off.
He was literally Feeling the waves of anger and impatience rolling off the Oni.
The Oni was close to killing the boy and destroying the spirit as well.
He wanted to get the job done, needed to get the job done, fast. His essence on the mortal planes was small and fast fading.
Already he could feel the tug to be gone, to step to the side into his dimension in the word of spirits. The only thing that stopped him was the anger the master who created him would surely express towards him if he left his target alive.
"Give me but a moment, the soul is a precious thing and has to be handled with extreme care." The former avatar said, his silvery blue glow was more transparent than before, His version of paling as a mortal would at the thought of what he was to do.
The Oni, still covered in swarming shadows, nodded, he understood the delicacy one must use when dealing with a human soul. The Oni also understood the consequences of such an action.
To steal the soul of another destroyed your own soul. There were no take backs and no short cuts. You simply lost your soul in the effort of stealing another's. Since the spirit was just that, a soul animated only as a shadow of the life that once existed, his essence would be wiped from existence, destroyed completely.
The spirit knew this.
The former avatar also knew that what he was about to do was wrong. That his actions would unbalance the universe in even more perverse ways then even the evilest soul on mortal planes could ever imagine.
The final thing he knew though, and the on that propelled him forward into action, was that he gave the world one last hope to right its self before the gods cast down their own mighty vengeance.
He braced his self for the forth coming pain. Shoving his nearly transparent hand into the young monk's chest.
He had been braced for pain, burning, ripping, bloody, pain.
But not this. Not this swirling torrent of emotion, sounds, sights and tastes.
He was tempted to simply meld himself with the young boy. To live a life again.
He was only called back to his senses with a light and chilling touch on his shoulder. He tugged sharp and fast so he didn't get caught in the emotions of the young boy again.
The aftermath was what he had expected. Twisting coiling pain descending from the hand which held the soul of the boy.
It was a pure and brilliant white light with slivers and whorls of brown, the dominate color for earth, blue, the dominate color representing water, red, the dominate color for fire, and yellow, the dominate color for air. All the elements blended together, creating an avatar, the keeper of balance.
The pain suddenly became too much for the quickly weakening spirit. His hand unclenched, releasing the soul to find its way to the body the former avatars spirit had chosen as the next avatar.
The spirit seemed to be jerked sideways and out of view, disappearing completely into oblivion, leaving nothing of the spirit of the former avatar on the mortal plane of existence.
The Oni had felt it. A small shift in the makeup of the world.
He had an uneasy feeling about what had occurred, what he had allowed to occur.
Though he was uncertain about exactly what had happened. He looked up to the ever constant moon and stars. Nothing had changed, the moon was still full and high and the stars still spread in an innumerable expanse across the inky sky.
He then looked down at the boy. The target of his masters twisted plot.
His thin chest rose and fell, softly straining the rough orange fabric of his monk's robes, with his deep even breathing.
The Oni was the perfect assassin, a combination of stealth and deadly skill, created by the god of death for the specific purpose of silently killing all his master commanded. He had been trained from the moment he was created to have no remorse or hint of honor, only to kill quickly and silently.
For a moment though, barely a heart beat, he felt something like regret.
Regret that he had to kill this perfect living, breathing, feeling creature. Created by gods just as he had for a purpose, though his purpose was of a far darker nature.
Then it was gone.
His weapon of choice was a small dagger, thin and made of stone, honed to a perfect point sharp enough to cut through metal armor. The weapon was created by skilled earthbenders and the Oni had acquired it through means of trickery and help from his master.
It was a magnificent choice for assassinations that needed to be quick. It was coated in an anticoagulant and laced with numbing powders from the northern water tribes.
He chose his points with a surgeon's precision, using his extensive knowledge of the human anatomy to pick the areas with arteries close to the surface that would allow for a faster bleed and more certain death.
His jugular vain located in his neck, and his femoral artery in his inner thigh.
He sliced quick and pressed deep into the smooth skin of the boy's throat. The skin parted and for a moment it seemed like clay only splitting with no blood pooling in urgently to repair it.
Then the blood came, thick and rich red.
He moved to the thigh, slicing through the fabric first so it wouldn't cling to the wound and possibly hold the blood back until the anticoagulant wore off, then he stabbed.
Unlike his throat it bled immediately and began to form a pool on the ground under the boy's leg.
The boy was already turning pale from the blood loss, his lips a ghostly shade of blue. The Oni quickly stood and bowed low to the body.
He stood again and stepped sideways into the land of spirits and shadows until his master called him forth to kill again.
But next time though he wouldn't come quite so willingly.
Next time there would be doubt.
The taking of the life of the innocent boy had reached even his heart, cold and unfeeling as he had been trained to be, he would always carry the weight of what he had done tonight.
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