A/N: This was a request from my best friend, Steve! He loves Avatar, especially Zuko, and this song...

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Legend of Aang or Let the Monster Rise. This was request from him as he thought this song could tell Zuko. You can imagine whoever you want as Rotti, my friend requested Iroh.

Zuko's glare hardened on his father. The man who had tried to gain acceptance one, the one whose love the latter wanted more than anything in the world, the one who had forced the latter into becoming the perfect prince—but not himself.

"You're my father," Zuko told the Fire Lord in front of him. "A father is meant to protect their children, isn't he? Didn't you say that you'd protect Azula and I? That's what you told Mom!"

Ozai's glare was as hard as his son's. His eyes focused o the boy in front of him. "Yes. And I tried."

Zuko gritted his teeth, angered by his father's lie. "No, you never!" He snapped. "Out of every way of protecting and helping your children, is this—" Zuko gently touched his scar, "how you'd help me, is it?"

"I tried."

Zuko felt himself growing in anger at his father's lies. "Stop lying!" Zuko growled. "Whatever your way of helping your children is, I don't need it anymore! You're dead to me, Ozai. You were never a father to me—Uncle has replaced you! Now, I hate you. I can't wait for the Avatar to come and take your sorry soul away from this world!" With that, Zuko turned away, abandoning his father for good.

Ozai growled in his throat—if it wasn't for him, Zuko would've been the best Prince the Fire Nation had so far. However, he had ruined it. "Didn't I help him by keeping him sheltered—even if it was for a few years? Didn't I raise himall alone?" Ozai thought to himself, his hand resting on his forehead. "But then my brother had to come along and take him! Iroh took away the perfect chance for Zuko to become a brilliant Prince, took my son in and taught him about peace and a life living in a tea shop."

Ozai menacingly smirked. The sorry idiot that he called his brother would pay—with his life.

"Let the monster rise..."

Yes, it's short. I know! It's 2:00am, I can't sleep, I'm cold. I will probably re-write this.