Death and The Lady
She didn't expect death to be a child in robes.
His hand stretched out towards her, beckoning her towards him.
A harsh light emanated from tattoos lining his body, exacerbating her fear.
Azula dropped to incorporeal knees.
"Why must my morning sun go down at noon?" A ghost of a smile lit up his face.
"There is no time for vain dispute, my dear."
"There's bags of gold, if you will excuse me."
'Though thy vain heart to riches is inclined, Yet thou must die and leave them all behind."
She rose unsteadily, and he led her into the unknown.