Do note that from when forth, this flashback takes a gory, dark and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.
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"You cannot defeat him," Fayre declared to Azula, her voice firm yet tinged with compassion. Sensing Azula's intent for revenge, Fayre felt compelled to intervene, hoping to sway the demon's resolve. She empathized with Azula's pain and shared in her anger, but she knew that dwelling on the past would only lead to more suffering. Benjamin was genuinely striving for change, and Azula needed to let go before she inflicted further harm upon herself. It was the least Fayre could do—urge Azula to reconsider before she met her own demise.
"Smart Fae," Azula smirked, her movements deliberate as she slowly rose from her seat. The tension in the air grew thicker, taut like a stretched wire, on the verge of snapping. Her expression twisted into a wicked grin as she addressed Fayre in a low, sinister tone.
