Liar
Lying.
In her carriage, carried by six men in Fire Nation uniforms, Azula smiled maliciously to herself.
Ah, lying. She remembered the thrill she used to get from it. It was rather boring now, to spin intricate tales of deceit and calumny that inevitably ensnared the pathetic minds that so easily fell to her torment. Like, her brother, for instance?
Of course, she'd always had a lust for toying with the fragile psyche of the male mind. It reminded a man – reminded all men – that she was, and would always be, stronger and better than them all. But Zuko had always been her favorite victim.
He was just so gullible. It was laughable, even after all these years.
Azula's smile stretched.
Yes, Zuko had always made lying fun. The fool was the essence of innocence. And, Azula remembered with a slight droop to her smirk, the pure essence of a tattle-tale. Whenever she'd let virulence slip so deliciously from her lips, he'd always been the first to run to their mother.
But where had his pathetic snitching gotten their poor, dear mother in the end?
Come to think of it, Ursa had been nearly as susceptible as Zuko. A trait, no doubt, shared only between mother and son. How very quaint.
After that, lying had become so very boring. Like a childhood game, or throwing rocks at those repulsive little turtle ducks in the courtyard pond. It was just too easy to weave her malign words, only to sit back and watch her victims dance before her.
No, Azula had long outgrown lying.
The Fire Princess raised her fist, and opened it so that a crackle of blue lightening lit her twisted features.
There were other ways, she mused with a quiet little laugh, to obtain power.