Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 660: Azula’s End

Do note that from whence forth, this flashback takes a dark, gory and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.

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Azula’s gaze shifted down to the growing patch of red spreading across her chest, staining her clothes with blood. She glanced back up at Fayre, who met her gaze with fierce determination, her hand still curled around the dagger she had plunged into Azula’s heart.

"I didn’t see that coming!" Azula commented nonchalantly, as if being stabbed in the chest was inconsequential. "What a sweet little trickster you are," she chuckled, her laughter tinged with madness.

Fayre, accustomed to Azula’s erratic behavior, remained composed. Ignoring Azula’s laughter, she attempted to drive the dagger deeper, but Azula swiftly seized her hand.

Laughing hysterically, Azula covered Fayre’s palm with her own, her voice filled with fiendish glee. "Next time you want to stab me, try moving a little upwards. You missed," she taunted, her eyes glinting with malice.

While still holding her hand, Azula pulled the dagger from her chest and tossed it far away.

"With this, I can assume that you had a change of mind or am I wrong, sweet Fayre?" Azula said, caressing her cheek with what seemed to be like disappointment in her gaze. The both of them could have been so great together.

"There was never an us, Azula!" Fayre spat out with defiance.

Unlike Benjamin who usually looked at her with a condescending look, Azula could not sense disgust for her nature, rather she seem to strongly disapprove her ways. It was no wonder she - Azula - had kind of liked her.

"So you plan to die then?" Azula announced, her tone cold. As intriguing as this experience has been, she had come here for a purpose and it was time to begin.

"No, that’s where you’re mistaken," Fayre countered, a knowing smile playing on her lips, which unsettled Azula. It seemed as though Fayre was privy to information that Azula wasn’t.

"What do you mean?" Azula inquired, her interest piqued as she sensed that something was amiss.

"I wouldn’t be dying. Neither Benjamin." Fayre said with confidence, "To be honest, I would have spared you too, but there’s no guarantee that you would not come for us once you’re free. I thought there was redemption for you, but apparently not. I’m sorry that it had to end this way, Azula." She said regrettably.

Azula’s brows furrowed in confusion, mirroring Islinda’s expression. She was ready to dismiss Fayre’s words as mere bluff and assert her invincibility when a sudden, searing pain shot through her body, eliciting a guttural moan.

The agony was overwhelming, causing Azula to stagger away from Fayre, collapsing onto the ground. Writhing in torment, she clawed at the floor, evidence of the excruciating pain coursing through her veins.

"What have you done to me?!" Azula wailed, her voice strained and tormented, her body convulsing as the pain consumed her.

Digging her hands into the floor, Azula felt the pain intensify, causing her long black claws to snap off from the force, exposing the raw, bloody flesh beneath. Something was happening to her, and it was far from ordinary. The agony she endured surpassed anything she had ever experienced before.

As Fayre rose from the ground, a sense of relief washed over her. Witnessing Azula in such torment wasn’t as satisfying as she had anticipated. Instead, she felt a pang of pity for the demon. However, there was nothing Fayre could do to alleviate her suffering.

"I did nothing wrong except stabbed you with a dagger designed to kill a demon. I always known deep down that you might escape and kept it around and it finally came in handy." Fayre explained to her.

Almost immediately, Azula looked in the direction of the dagger she had thrown away and that was when the patterns and runes drawn on the blade finally drew her attention. Of course, witches. The bane of their existence.

"I see...." Azula laughed, then winced at the end from the pain that coursed through her. It dawned on her. "I was quite overconfident."

Fayre walked over to where Azula now lay on her stomach on the ground. She looked as pale as a ghost, evidence of the poison was running through her veins, shutting down her system one by one.

"Indeed, you were. And I was honestly counting on it."Fayre said and Azula realized that she had been mistaken all this while. Her sweet, cute Fayre had been pretending and fooled her into a false sense of security. She lowered her defenses and look what happened.

"You should rest now, it wouldn’t be long and all will be well. Once again, I apologize for Benjamin’s actions. I believe that the gods brought us together for a purpose and that involves changing his motivation. In our quest for power, my kind don’t realize the ruin they’ve brought to this realm. However, here is my promos to you, I would make sure none of my kind summons your kind for any sort of purpose. It’s my promise to you. "

A heavy silence washed upon the ruined room and even Benjamin dared not to move. Although he was impressed by his mate’s swift method of ending Azula, he was ashamed not to have been the one to end the job. Here he was incapacitated on the floor like some coward. He was filled with both anger and embarrassment.

"Come....." Azula suddenly said, her voice weak.

"What?" Fayre was skeptical of her intention.

"I like you."

"What?!" Fayre shouted this time while Benjamin growled from his spot. He knew his mate Fayre wouldn’t fall for the trick, but it still didn’t stop him from getting jealous.

Azula laughed at the sight of her blush, only to begin to cough so hard and violently she threw up blood. Yet she laughed at the ridiculous of the situation. Her, Azula, dying in the hands of a woman without exacting her revenge. It was quite pathetic. If her minions in hell were to hear this, her reputation would be ruined forever.

"Come..." She rasped again and Fayre’s confusion only grew. "Come, let me place my head on your laps....." She shivered visibly," I’m so cold. If I’m to return to my realm, let me die on the laps of the young, beautiful, sweet Fayre."

Islinda shook her head in disbelief. Even on the verge of death, Azula still had the strength to flint. She should just die quickly and let this vision end already, it had already gone on for too long.

" Fayre don’t! " Bcenjamin warned her," You should not trust the demon even when she appears dead."

But Fayre glared at Benjamin and went ahead to sit on the floor. She was still mad at Benjamin for his betrayal, but one thing after the other. Once she was done with Azula, he would be next in line to face her wrath.

Now seated on the ground, Fayre gently took Azula’s head and placed it on her lap. The demon’s hair was bloody, matted and tangled, yet Fayre didn’t mind as she stroked it till a smile appeared on Azula’s lips.

"Sing me a song." Azula demanded.

And Fayre did sing her a song. One that her mother had once sang to her. And the mother before her. Long before the night court had been corrupted. When they had good dreams and were good-natured. When there was nothing but joy and happiness and not the destruction they left in their wake

Azula listened to the song, a contented smile on her face. It was as if the song wiped away all the anger, bitterness and sorrow in her heart. It wasn’t such a bad idea returning to her realm this way. Except her tail.... Oh well, let it be. Her eyes closed in death.

Islinda expected that she would be ejected from the vision as soon as Azula was dead, but that didn’t seem to be the case. What was going on?

Instead she watched Fayre closed her eyes and then she muttered a prayer to the gods to accept her soul, even though eveyone in the room knew where she was headed to.

Fayre had just lowered Azula’s head to the ground and was about to leave, when something grabbed her around the ankle. She was horrified upon seeing Azula’s hand grabbing her neck and a crazed look in her eyes. Her eyes widened. How was that possible? She was supposed to be dead.

"You didn’t think you’d be rid of me like that, did you?" She grinned maliciously.

"Fayre!" Benjamin cried out but it was too late.

Fayre stumbled on the floor from the shock and Azula crept over her, holding her down with a great strength. Islinda could not exactly describe what happened next except that Azula opened Fayre’s mouth, chanting some weird language while Benjamin screamed in desperation and tried to rip himself free from the rod. And that was when it happened.

Islinda observed as a swirling miasma of darkness erupted from Azula’s mouth, surging into Fayre’s body. With a shudder, Azula’s form collapsed to the ground, lifeless.