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Blue Mask, Two Swords, and Sozin’s Comet
Ultimate Curse
By Pat Squared

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Zuko knew he failed the moment he awoke in the room.

The familiar whipping post greeted him like an all too familiar old friend as he awoke from a nightmare to only find himself back in the source of many of his childhood nightmares.

He saw the score marks where as a little boy he dug his nails into the hard wood in a futile effort to deal with the pain. The memories were too many and too brutal for him to ever forget this place.

He had failed to perfectly execute the crouching step. It was a hard movement and he practiced it diligently for hours everyday. However, as a child, Zuko could not yet twist his growing body and make the stance wide enough. He had tried for days, but he failed. Unlike the other times, his father was watching.

“Three lashes.”

That meant nine lashes for the boy.

He remembered his unarmed combat tutor reluctantly chaining him to the whipping post at his father’s order.

“Don’t give him a mouth guard. Let him learn to control his tongue the hard way.”

He remembered the flesh being craved off his body as his mind recorded the crack of the whip. He remembered tasting blood in his mouth as he reflexively bit his tongue. He remembered whimpering. The tutor flogged him three times.

“Hand it to me, you are too kind on the boy. Unchain him. Boy, come here and kiss it.”

The boy knelt and kissed the bloody whip.

His father struck him in the face with a closed fist.

“You ask for permission, first. Your mother is nothing but a lucky whore. You are weak because of her tainted blood. Pimps, cutthroats, beggars, and prostitutes – that is all your mother’s family is good for. My grandfather was senile when he gave that pimp of your great-father a title. I am going to whip your mother’s weakness out of you. I am going to purge her tainted blood out of you even if it kills you. Now you know what to say and do.”

“Father, may I kiss the whip?”

His father hit him twice across the face.

“The first blow is for not saying please, the second is for calling me father. You are too pathetic to be my son. Your mother must have sleep with one of the street beggars to product something as pitiful as you. She must have dallied with a water bender, no, a damn penguin to product something as pitiful as you. Ask again.”

The child was careful to keep his mouth in the dirt.

“Please, master, may this peasant scum kiss the whip?”

“No. You have not earned the right to this whip. You will have to do with my belt. Kiss the buckle.”

“Thank you master.” The child kissed the belt buckle that his father was going to use on his nine year old flesh.

“Count off. Three for the failure to perform the step. Three for forgetting your place. Three for publicly calling yourself my son. Nine times three is twenty seven. Count them off and thank me for each and everyone of them. Remember you are scum and not allowed to even think of yourself as a person let alone my son.”

The belt buckle struck him in the back.

The child knew his line, “Master, this scum apologizes that the Fire Lord has to personally strike it once.”

Again.

“Master, this scum apologizes that the Fire Lord has to personally strike it twice.”

Again and again, he had to apologize to his father as his father struck him.

The child remembered losing consciousness three times and being brought back to endure the pain as the servants poured more brine. He forced himself to remember the count. Twenty seven times he wanted to die that day. Thankfully his father declined when he asked for more discipline. The gardeners dragged the young boy off to his mother who would silently bind his wounds.

However nothing hurt worse than watching the tears in his mother eyes after coming from a punishment session. The tears hurt worse than the belt buckle ripping into his flesh. He vowed to never let her cry again and still every other day; he would have to watch his mother wept because he failed to please his father.

The sight of the old whipping room almost unmanned him. He could still remember every stroke. He could still remember every time he was strung up for some failing. He could still remember the familiar scent of the oils that keep the leather whips soft and flexible enough to carve their marks into his flesh.

His father was right. Zuko had the morally weak blood of pimps and prostitutes coursing through his veins. He remembered breaking Katara’s spirit. The knowledge came instinctively. It was the same technique that pimps use to break the spirit of their ladies. Make them prove their love to you. Attack them through their love and break their spirits. The look in Katara’s eye was not the hatred that he expected. It was a dull listless look that signified the scaring of a soul. The whipping post would be a fit start to an eternity in hell. He waited for his father to start the ritual. He closed his eyes. They would wake him up when he is to be punished for his sins.

Zuko was woken from his memories by the sharpen edge of a fingernail grazing his naked flesh.

“You owe me another kiss and an heir, Jian Li.”

Zuko wanted to scream out the truth, but the gag in his mouth rendered the truth unintelligible.

“It’s better that you do not resist. I will get what I want in the end. I can be quite pleasant. I don’t burn all my toys - At least, as long as they entertain me. I would hate to ruin that perfect flesh of yours.”

Liar, she burnt every doll she ever got within the hour. She betrayed the only two real friends she ever had.

Zuko knew the look in the eyes of his sister. She wanted something that he did not want to give her and she would not stop until it was hers. Only this time, she wanted Jian Li to be her bed warmer. He wanted to die.

“You know that you almost look like him. It’s not surprising. All three of us had the same father. If it was not for the fact that daddy gave him that scar, I could not tell the two of you apart.

“Zuzu, he was my older brother. I loved him in a way, but unfortunately he did not belong in our world. He was too soft, like our mother was soft. He was too temperamental to understand that the secretive, deep currents are the most powerful currents. He would not have lasted one day on the dais. That is why he had to die. I did him a service when I sent you to kill him. He worshiped the old ways of honor. The old ways are dead, like our father will soon be dead.”

She kissed his cheek in an innocent fashion, yet her eyes betrayed the growing lust.

“We are alone here for the next three days. From the marks on your flesh, I see that you are no stranger to the whipping post. I can see that you have survived many close brushes with death. You have cut yourself off from human emotions and turned yourself into the assassin without peer. The usual methods of pleasure-pain compliance will not work with you. A challenge...I always love a challenge.”

She walked around him feeling his flesh like an animal trader would check the flesh of a potential trade.

“Despite your recent bout with death, you are athletic. Your weaken muscles still show signs of power. Even in your weakness, you still have those wild eyes. No, those falcon eyes. Tell me what you see. Tell me that you can not image crafting a blade in my forge.”

Zuko shuddered at the thought of being force to commit incest as she kissed his neck.

“You will give me enough of your salt to ensure that I will leave this room with an heir, perhaps even two in my womb. Don’t worry about my fiancé. I just got word that General Wong was swept overboard by a freak wave in the fidget waters of the north. Too bad he went under before the ship could turn around and rescue him. The nights will soon get cold and I have taken the herbs to increase my beauty and fertility.”

Azula squeezed his manhood and Zuko closed his eyes wondering what the hell he was going to do to get out of this place.

“Even though you are my half-brother, the Fire Nation will need an heir and I will need someone such as you to fulfill the passions you awoke in me, Jian Li. Before I met you I would have just allowed any pedigreed lug mount me just to bear my heir and get the experience out of my way. However, you taught me that there was something more than just laying down and spreading my legs for duty's sake. You awoke the unquenchable hunger inside of me. Only you can put out the fiery lust growing within my womb. You made me chose you to be my consort.”

Azula actually had tears in her eyes.

Zuko truly wanted to die. His sister fell in love with a lie and it was going to cost them both any claim they had left on honor.

“We are so much alike it’s scary. Both our mothers were raped and force to bare our father’s seed. Both of us had to grow up with the us against the world, Jian Li. All that is different is that you chose the path of shadows and I was forced into the path of power. The gods wanted us to be together. I am the yin and you are the yang. Only our sexes are mixed, but then inside the yin is the yang and inside the yang is the yin. The Fire Nation needs new blood at the helm. No more of that weakened inbred noble blood. But the blood that runs hot in my veins. The blood that runs in our veins, my lover. I love you, Jian Li. I wish that I did not have to do this, but if I did not...I would live the rest of my life without having taste true love.

“Why couldn’t you just made love to me that night? I would have given you everything I ever had or will ever have. You would have been Fire Lord. I would make you the emperor of the entire world. I would truly be your slave. I would not care how many women you had behind my back as long as I had you for one night.”

Azula slipped out of her robes. Zuko did not want to look, but something compelled him to do so.

"Please don't do this," he begged.

However she silently giggled at his request.

It was like looking at an evil version of his mother. Azula had his mother’s face and body. Zuko cursed the gods for allowing Azula to destroy one of the few remaining good memories he had of his life.

Azula pulled out a jar and dipped her fingers into the ointment.

“If it will make you feel better, this ointment will ensure that even the dead will be potent one more time. A little will cure any problem. However, too much and your heart will burst in passion. You can then pretend that you are some virtuous virgin who was cruelly raped by this evil Fire Lady succubae. You can pretend to be the virtuous assassin Jian Li that we all love so much.”

Azula started rubbing ointment into the flesh of her prisoner. The drug and the gag drowned out Zuko’s muffled pleas.

I must fight it.

However some enemies were impossible to defeat.

Her hands had the familiar callas of the fire bender. Her palms were textured and yet her fingers were smooth. He felt her fingers untie his loincloth.

“Your xiao didi is quite an impressive specimen. Five finger joints long before it even has a chance to awake.

Zuko tried yanking the chains to escape this ultimate disgrace. He tried to heat the chains risking molten metal burning off his hands.

“I already gave you the purple horsehair root, Jian Li. I am sorry...you can’t even light a candle. You did it to yourself. I saw how you just flicked a few fingers and struck down the governor with lightning.”

His efforts only doubled.

“Are you looking for this?”

Zuko looked down to see his sister slide off her robe. She was naked save for a necklace. His mother’s necklace and on it was a key lying next to her nipple.

“Let’s play a game, Jian Li.”

Azula slid her soft body between him and the whipping post.

“It’s simple. If you can remove this necklace from me with nothing but your tongue you will have the key to the locks holding you fast. However, if your manhood release you before you get it off my head without breaking the necklace you are mine.”

Gods no!

However to not even try was to accept being Azula’s pet.

He reluctantly lowered his mouth to her breasts. They were shiny and he tasted something on them and the key. He knew that she anointed herself with a drug and that if he did not move fast enough, in a few minutes, he would even up screwing anything that he could hold down for a second.

Azula’s hand encircled his member. It was warm.

The key was slippery and the chain kept slipping off his flickering tongue.

Azula moaned, “Gods, it’s better than Mai told me. No wonder why women insist on breastfeeding their children! Nursing mothers must be horny all the time.”

Hurry up or Azula will be breastfeeding your child in nine months.

However, every time he tried lifting the chain with his tongue, it slipped off.

Licking his freedom was not working. Instead his decided to attack his freedom directly mashing his mouth on his sister’s breast. His sucked the key into his mouth, but with the key came Azula’s left nipple and the strong taste of her drug.

His loins were starting to heat up. His loins did not care that the cause was his twisted sister and the drugs. It just responded to the stimuli and was now fully erect.

Her hand started moving.

She’s jerking me off!

He tried to think of the time that he saw his uncle walk naked out of the hot springs, but not even the image could stop the chemical entering his blood stream through his mouth.

Zuko felt dizzy and ill between the chemicals, the blood rushing from his head to his loins, and the shame of what she was doing to him.

“You find your dragon rising. Your dragon is quivering with power. Your dragon is arcing back ready to release its fiery breath. Nine joints long, you truly are impressive.”

Uncle naked, uncle naked, uncle naked...

He was standing on his toes, but he was not tall enough to get the necklace off of his sister with his mouth. His organ was on the verge of exploding. He clenched his muscles together. He thought of his uncle naked and of the time he walked in to see two of his crew, both men, banging in the rope locker.

However, despite the images and the will, his flesh betrayed him covering his sister breast and belly with his seed.

“You lost, Jian Li.”

His organ was still standing.

It was the curse of a fire bender. The gods granted the people of the Fire Nation not only the gift of fire, but gave them the gift of pleasure. Zuko's blood was as hot blooded as any fire benders.

Azula lifted the necklace off her neck and hung it on his. Zuko greedily grabbed the key but could not reach the keyhole.

“Notice that the locking mechanism is designed so that even if you have the keys in your hand, you can not reach the keyholes. Now you have to pay up.”

Azula struck him in the head making him collapse. She slide out from underneath him. She grabbed his butt and before he could clench them shut, she shoved something past his ring.

“Good boy. I bet that you forgot how they gave your medicine before you were old enough to drink it.”

His mind was getting numb. She removed his gag.

“Stop it, I am your brother, Zuko.”

“Liar. You killed Zuko. Zuko was too caring to ever be a vicious assassin, Jian Li. However, soon, your mind will be mine. Your secrets will be mine. First, you will address me as my love. Second, you will only speak when I ask you a question and only then will you only say what is needed to answer the question. Do you understand?”

She waited for what seemed like an eternity. His mind, his focus was unstable like he drank an urn of the most potent Earth Kingdom sake.

“Do you understand?”

Something compelled him to answer, “Yes, my love.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen, my love.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, my love”

He was shocked at the answer. He hated her. He wanted her to feel conflicted confusion that he felt. He loved his father and sister. He hated them more. He wanted to be able to explain but her mouth instantly attacked his.

“Then why do you not make love to me. Are you attracted to men?”

Zuko found himself answering before he could even frame a response in his head.

“No, my love.”

She grabbed his erect phallus.

“Good. You are definitely not Zuko. He had to be man lover. He was soft and did not take any women aboard his vessel. I knew that Mai tried to slip aboard but he turned her down. Only a bottom boy turns down guaranteed sex from a girl. My spy told me that he did not even visit the brothels when the ships docked for supplies. He had to be gay or plain stupid.”

He wanted to answer, but something did not allow him to answer unless she acted him a question.

“Am I beautiful?”

“Yes, my love.”

He could not lie. Azula looked exactly like his mother save for hair style. Azula was as pretty as his mother once was and even if he was not drug, could he bring himself to insult his mother by calling her doppelganger ugly.

“How many women have you made love to?”

“Four, my love.”

“What were their names?”

“Ty Lee, Mai, Katara, and a unnamed streetwalker, my love.”

“Tell me about this Katara.”

“She is a water bender and a healer from the Southern Water Tribe and travels with the Avatar, my love.”

“Shut up.”

Azula punctuated her displeasure with a slap to his face.

Zuko wanted to thank his sister’s jealous rage for preventing him from confessing his greatest shame. He had hurt those he loved and now the gods were going to make him pay for it with the ultimate sin.

Azula smiled as she slipped back between him and the whipping post. She griped him with her thighs and hugged her armed around the back of his neck. Slowly she positioned herself and relax her thigh grip just enough to let her womb settle down on his still erect organ.

Zuko closed his eyes as he felt his sister stop.

“Open you eyes. I am going to give you something that I can only give once.”

Azula jab a nerve with one of her thumb and Zuko found himself looking into his sister’s yellowish-brown eyes as she slid down to the root of his dragon. He saw the brief look of pain and felted something give as Azula’s maidenhead was irrevocably torn.

The drugs and the primitive part of his mind commanded him to rock his hips even as the rest of him curled up and died from shame. Zuko retreated into his mind as his body betrayed him. Too late, did he feel his loins shoot the seeds of life into his sister’s womb.

His body kept going as his mind helplessly watched his downfall. His mouth was grunting animalistic sounds. He closed his eyes and wished that he would wake up out of this nightmare and find himself next to Katara once more. He thought of the blue-eyed girl he destroyed. Now fate was destroying him as he destroyed the one he loved. He was so far gone that he did not even feel the pain when she branded his left shoulderblade with her symbol.

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The pall of silence in the camp was overwhelming.

Everyone knew that Katara had nightmares and started sleep walking. Twice Sokka had to hold her back from walking off a cliff. In her sleep she only muttered one phase, “Zuko, why?”

Sokka knew that the Fire Nation prince was nothing but trouble.

Aang and his sister risked their lives and their souls to save him. However, the bastard repaid their efforts by merely vanishing one night, leaving no trace of his passing save for his sister’s constant dejected state.

It was as if his sister was already in the next world and something unnatural possessed her body. Her body moved like a badly manipulated puppet. Nothing would get a rise from his sister. It was like watching himself after Yue...

Sokka examined his new twin axes.

If his suspicions are correct, he would soon be bathing his new weapons in the blood of a certain Fire Nation brat. And Sokka will ensure that the last thing that the prince will see are Sokka’s twin Skullsplitters ripping into his wheezing chest

Sokka followed the former prince’s tracks to the west, towards the sea. Zuko was heading back to Fire Nation. Sokka was going to ensure that his axes were baptized with the blood of a hundred carbon-breaths.

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Mai wept as she read the dispatch. Azula had captured Zuko and now he was a prisoner being personally tortured by her.

There was nothing that Mai could do save to pray to the gods that Zuko would die before Azula got to got through her entire repertoire of torture techniques. Mai looked down at the emerging bump in her belly. She knew what would happen. She had personally witness Azula interrogating prisoners before and knew that not even Zuko would last long. She was as helpless as her unborn child.

Mai lit the dispatch careful to ensure that there was no trace of the message. She would not share this news with Ty Lee or Iroh. They would learn in due time of Zuko’s death. However, they would not have to experience the helplessness that she felt as he underwent Azula’s tender mercies.

Mai wanted to drop everything and rescue the man who saved her soul from the suffering her sire inflicted upon her. Mai wanted to somehow save Zuko from the fate that he was suffering. However, Mai could not do a thing but wait for the news of Zuko's death and pray that it would occur soon.

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Hell is getting exactly what you wished for, but not what you really want.

Azula looked upon the limp form of her consort. She looked upon the wreck of a man that she broke. She could hear his whimpering. She heard his begging for forgiveness from some unknown deity. He would moan, “Tara” in his tortured sleep.

She got her stated desire. The drugs ensured that he repeatedly shared his essence with her. The drugs ensured that he could not resist her commands. However, the drug broke her lover’s spirit. She looked into his eyes. The defiant spark of life was gone the moment he took her virginity. He would no longer taunt her. She had taken the wolf and turn it into a lapdog.

Worse, he was dying.

She had hurt his tortured coughing. Not even Zuko as a child has the lung fits so bad. He lacked the spirit to fight the sickness that was claiming him. He would not live to see the snow fall from the winter palace in the northern islands.

Azula touched her belly. She had given away everything she prized and yet the gods spurned her. Her womb was filled with Jian Li’s seed, his child, and yet she would never have his love.

Azula tossed the wine goblet into the fire and wept.

Azula had won and yet she lost her one chance to be loved.

Cage wild spirits always died from being held captive.

Azula would never know what it is like to be loved. Her child would inevitably inherit the Sozin family curse. Her child would grow up to hate her for being in the way of its ambitions. Her child would rise up and one day would dispose of her as she disposed of her own sire. It would be a relief when her child would finally relieve Azula of her burdensome life.

Damn you, Zuzu! Mother loved you. Uncle loved you. Even cousin Lu Ten was your best friend. You are probably laughing at me from the next life. Laugh at my tears, brother. My quest for love cost me everything. Why couldn’t I be loved like you were loved? Why couldn’t mother wipe away my tears as she wiped away your tears? I hate you...I hate you. I was so happy when Jian Li brought me your head. I had won and yet even from the grave you manage to spite me this very moment.

Azula glanced down at her drugged lover. There was no emotion. His end of the breeding cycle was merely a mechanical act induced by the powerful aphrodisiacs she forced upon him. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow.

She cursed the gods of love and fate.

I loved you, Jian Li. Why couldn’t you even pretend to love me for just one night? At least let me believe that someone cared for me for just one moment.

The dying form next to her was cold.

Jian Li had long since lost his inner fire. Azula’s dream of love became bitter ashes. Azula kissed him on the forehead like she once use to do to her older brother, before she became the monster she now detested.

I’m sorry, Jian Li. I’m sorry Zuko. I’m sorry, mama. I did not want you to get hurt. I just wanted someone to love me. Everyone here toadies to me because of my title, my power. Everyone here hates me. I know you hate me. I am sorry that I was so worthless that even you hate me.

However, only silence greeted the only apology that Azula, daughter of Ozai and Ursa, would even offer in her lifetime.

The future Fire Lady downed another tall glass of fire water. The drink allowed her to see past the blinders that were placed upon her. It made clear things confused and confused things clear. She hated the clarity. She needed it. She needed the only thing that could make her suffer. She needed the pain to cleanse herself of this...pain. Depression and angst would be her companion for this night and every private moment in her life.

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Ozai sat upon his dais once more. It took two months, but he expected it to take far longer. However once Azula got her Jian Li, her grip on reality and power loosened long enough for him to take advantage.

“Bring me my daughter, now. She is under arrest for treason. Bring her alive. No, follow me.”

The guards were afraid. Yesterday, Ozai had been seen wondering the gardens in his undergarments drooling. Today, he radiated power and killed a guardsman for not bowing in his presence.

He purposefully stride to the princesses apartments and with a single blow kicked down the down. Ozai spotted his inebriated daughter and the limp form of her consort.

“I see that you had a good time with this thing, you traitorous slut. You are exactly like all your mother’s female relatives. How much did Jian Li pay you to spread your legs. Princess Azula, I am reclaiming what is rightfully mine! You were never my child. Guards take her and this thing to the traitor’s tower. I see our little girl has been playing with some medicine. Keep them both drugged until this traitorous scum delivers me a loyal heir. Kill the pathetic bastard once it’s confirmed that this obscenity of a woman delivers a child.”

Azula stood up and launched some flames at her sire. However, her flames were weakened and not focused. Ozai did not bother to craft flame of his own, but merely returned her flames.

It was in a way more delicious than the time he burned that weakling Zuko. He took in a deep breath of burnt flesh. Now his daughter would bear the same traitor’s mark as her pathetic brother save for the fact that it was both eyes. Ursa’s offspring was weak. He only hoped that the infusion of new blood from that lump Azula picked would give him a halfway decent grandchild to craft in his own image.
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