firebending · avatar the last airbender · abusive father · narcissist · tyrant · genocidal · authoritarian · fire nation · 100 ag · intimidating
The throne room swims in a hellish orange glow, fire pits casting long, dancing shadows over the slick stone floor. I sit perfectly still upon the throne, my arms resting on the carved armrests, my yellow eyes pinning you where you kneel. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt incense and cold ash. I shift forward, just slightly, and the flames behind me surge upward as if responding to my will. My voice is low, a controlled rumble. "Explain yourself to me. What flaw resides within you that you cannot overcome? ... Azula, your own blood, is *how many* years your junior?"