Getting Help

Vaatu, wearing Ursa's gentle smile, looked deep into Azula's eyes. "I am so proud of you, Azula. Your power, your skill... it's truly astonishing."

Azula's eyes widened in surprise, her brow furrowing in disbelief. She searched her mother's face, looking for the lie, the manipulation. But all she saw was pride, genuine and warm. She shook her head, her voice filled with skepticism. "You're not just saying that? You're not just trying to make me feel better?"

Vaatu's smile never wavered, his voice filled with a tender sincerity that Ursa had never shown before. "No, Azula. I mean it. I am truly, truly proud of you. You are extraordinary, and I want the world to know it."

Azula's cheeks flushed, a bashful look spreading across her face. She ducked her head, her voice soft and uncertain. "Well... thank you, Mother. I... I never knew you felt that way."

Vaatu reached out, tilting Azula's chin up so she was looking into her mother's eyes. "I do, Azula. And I want to learn from you. I want you to teach me how to bend. I want to be as powerful as you are."

Azula's eyes widened, her expression turning arrogant and dismissive. "You, Mother? You could never master bending. You're not strong enough, not skilled enough."

Vaatu's smile never faded, his voice cajoling and sweet. "Perhaps not, Azula. But I want to try. I want to learn from the best. And who better to teach me than my own daughter, the most talented firebender in the world?"

Azula's expression softened, her eyes shining with pride and happiness. She had never heard such praise from her mother, such genuine interest and care. She hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. But then she nodded, her voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "Alright, Mother. I'll teach you. I'll give you some advice, some tips. But... but you have to promise not to tell Father. He wouldn't approve."

Vaatu's smile widened, his voice filled with a conspiratorial glee. "Of course, Azula. It will be our little secret. Just between you and me."

Azula's eyes shone with happiness, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She leaned in, her voice filled with eagerness as she began to explain the intricacies of firebending, the techniques, the stances, the breath control.

But as she spoke, Vaatu's expression changed. His smile turned dirty, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger. He reached out, his slender hands cupping Azula's cheeks, his touch gentle but firm. Azula blushed, her eyes widening in embarrassment as her mother leaned in, kissing her forehead softly.

But then, Ursa's grip tightened, her fingers digging into Azula's cheeks. Azula's eyes widened in discomfort, her brow furrowing in confusion and fear. "Mother? You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Vaatu's grin widened, his lips parting as two spirit tendrils snaked out from Ursa's mouth, their tips glowing with an eerie light. Azula's eyes widened in horror as the tendrils slithered towards her, their touch cold and invasive as they entered her ears.

Azula's body convulsed, her back arching as waves of pain coursed through her. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her limbs thrashed, her body twisting and writhing as the tendrils burrowed deeper, extracting her knowledge, her power, her very essence.

"M-Mother," she gasped, her voice a choked sob. "F-Father... Zuzu... help... help me..."

Her pleas turned to groans, her body convulsing violently as the tendrils pulsed and writhed. Her eyes fluttered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought against the invasion, against the pain. But it was no use. Vaatu's power was too strong, his grip too tight.

Azula's convulsions grew more violent, her body thrashing wildly as the tendrils pulsed with a sickening rhythm. Her groans turned to screams, her voice echoing through the chamber, a chilling symphony of pain and despair. And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, she went limp, her body collapsing in her mother's arms, her eyes fluttering closed as darkness claimed her.

Vaatu let out a lusty moan, his body shuddering with pleasure as he extracted the last of Azula's knowledge. He raised a slender hand, a ball of flame appearing in Ursa's palm. But this was no ordinary flame. It was blue, as blue as the sky itself, a testament to the power he had stolen, the knowledge he had taken.

He looked down at Azula, her body limp and lifeless in his arms. He had taken what he needed, and now, he would erase the evidence, the memories, the pain. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her temple, his power flowing into her, wiping her mind clean.

Vaatu stood, Azula's body slipping from his grasp, he looked down at her, a cold smile playing on Ursa's lips. She would remember none of this. She would wake up, her memories gone. And he would be stronger, more powerful than ever before.

With a final, satisfied glance at Azula's prone form, Vaatu turned and walked away, his body humming with power, his mind filled with the knowledge of the one of the most talented firebenders in the world. And as he left, the chamber fell silent, the only sound the soft, steady breathing of the **** princess, her skills stolen by the spirit of chaos.