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Azula's pov:

I sit alone in my royal chambers, the flames of the wall sconces reflecting my inner turmoil despite the perfect composure I maintain.

The servants have been dismissed for the evening, allowing me the rare luxury of genuine solitude.

Even Ty Lee and Mai are absent, which is precisely what I need as I contemplate what I witnessed through the Omniversal Observation System.

The white-haired boy with crimson eyes. Samael Morningstar.

When the System first connected us, I dismissed him as merely another curiosity from a strange world - perhaps interesting to observe, but ultimately irrelevant to my concerns.

The Fire Nation's destiny is what matters. My father's approval is what matters. Capturing my traitorous brother and uncle is what matters.

Or so I believed until I watched him.QW

I rise from my seat and move to the balcony, gazing out at the Fire Nation capital sprawled below, its architecture illuminated by the setting sun.

The view - since my birth, nineteen sun cycles past - has always filled me with pride, but today it seems... limited.

"He created a device capable of traversing between worlds," I murmur to myself, still scarcely believing what I witnessed.

The implications are staggering. In my world, bending the elements is the pinnacle of power. Fire, water, earth, air - these are the foundations upon which all strength is built.

Even my father, the Phoenix King in waiting, is constrained by the boundaries of our world.

But Samael... he has broken those boundaries.

I return to my chambers and pour a cup of tea, the steam rising in delicate curls. His device apparently allows him to transform into a different being with extraordinary abilities.

I saw him absorb energy that would have destroyed everyone present - energy from a machine designed to pierce the veil between realities.

And he built it himself. A creator of worlds, or at least of pathways between them.

I take a measured sip of tea, allowing myself a small smile. Father has always taught me to recognize opportunity when it presents itself. This is more than opportunity - it's destiny.

The current Avatar believes his purpose is to maintain balance in our world. How limited his vision is.

With access to multiple worlds, the Fire Nation could expand beyond anything previously imagined.

Not just one world under our benevolent rule, but many - a true empire of fire spanning across realities.

And I would be at its head.

I place my cup down decisively. To achieve this, I need Samael. Not as a prisoner or servant, but as an ally. Perhaps even more.

The most efficient path is clear: I must bind him to me through marriage. A political alliance of the most traditional kind, yet spanning dimensions rather than mere nations.

As Fire Lady, I would eventually need a consort regardless - why not one who brings unprecedented power to the union?

His appearance is not displeasing. The white hair and red eyes that mark him as different in his world would be seen as signs of divine favor in mine.

His intelligence is evident, his power demonstrated.

And unlike my father, he seems to possess a certain... flexibility in his thinking that could be molded to align with my vision.

I begin to pace, considering my approach. The Observation System connects us regularly but unpredictably. I must use each interaction to maximum advantage.

First, I need to demonstrate value. He must see that an alliance with me offers benefits he cannot obtain elsewhere.

My royal status, my firebending prowess, my strategic mind - these are assets few can match.

Second, I must appear receptive to his ideas while gradually introducing my own. A subtle redirection, like guiding a flame rather than forcing it.

Third, I must present myself as uniquely understanding of his position. The others connected through the System - Light and Aizen - are clearly manipulative in their own ways.

I will position myself as the honest alternative, the one ally he can truly trust.

And finally, I must appeal to his ambitions. From what I've observed, Samael is no mere technician content with small achievements.

He has vision. He sees flaws in his world and wishes to correct them. I can offer him a path to greater influence, greater impact.

I return to my seat, picking up my royal seal and turning it in my hands, feeling its weight - the weight of authority, of legacy.

"A marriage alliance," I whisper, testing the words. "Princess Azula and Samael Morningstar."

It sounds right. Powerful. Inevitable.

Of course, there are complications. He is currently under the supervision of this "Batman" figure - clearly a significant authority in his world since Samael is so wary of him.

And there's the matter of physically traversing between our realities, which even Samael hasn't fully mastered yet.

But these are merely obstacles, not barriers.

I am Azula, daughter of Fire Lord Ozai, prodigy firebender, and rightful heir to the most powerful nation in my world. I do not accept limitations.

When the System connects us next, I will begin implementing my strategy.

Subtle cues of interest. Questions about his research that demonstrate my intelligence and curiosity.

Perhaps even carefully calculated moments of vulnerability to create emotional connection.

Men are predictable, after all. Even exceptional ones like Samael respond to the right combination of strength and softness, challenge and admiration.

I allow myself a genuine smile now, secure in my solitude. This is more than a new strategy - it's the beginning of a new era.

My father envisions himself as Phoenix King, ruler of our entire world. But I will be something greater: Empress of Worlds, with an Emperor whose abilities transcend the very boundaries of reality.

The Avatar believes he will defeat my father and restore some imagined balance. Let him try. By the time he realizes the true scope of what I'm building, it will be far too late.

I extinguish the flames in my chamber with a gesture, leaving only a single candle burning.

In its flickering light, I begin to draft notes - questions about Samael's technology, observations about his world, potential points of connection between us.

Nothing explicit, nothing that could reveal my true intentions if discovered.

Just the opening moves in what will be my greatest conquest.

Samael Morningstar doesn't realize it yet, but his destiny is intertwined with mine. And I always get what I want.

The night deepens around me as I continue my preparations. When the Observation System connects us again, I will be ready.

The white-haired boy with the power to traverse worlds will find in me something his current allies cannot provide: a vision worthy of his abilities.

And eventually, he will bring me to his world. Then to others.

And with each new reality that falls under our influence, he will understand why aligning himself with me was the only logical choice.

After all, why rule one world when we could rule them all?

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Light's pov:

I close my textbook with a quiet precision that belies the storm of thoughts within my mind.

The house is silent - my father working late at the police department, my mother and sister likely asleep.

This solitude has become increasingly valuable to me since the Omniversal Observation System first connected me to the others.

Especially since I witnessed what Samael Morningstar is capable of.

I open my laptop and review my notes - meticulous documentation of everything I've observed through our connections.

The white-haired boy with crimson eyes who created a device capable of transforming him into different beings.

Who absorbed enough energy to level atleast a city block without apparent effort. Who speaks of justice and meaning with conviction that resonates uncomfortably with my own unspoken thoughts.

My research into quantum physics and theoretical dimensional barriers fills the screen - concepts I barely understood weeks ago but have been studying intensively since our first connection.

The learning curve has been steep, but necessary. If I am to understand the implications of what I've witnessed, I need to expand my knowledge beyond conventional boundaries.

"A device that allows transformation into a different form - perhaps even forms..." I murmur, tapping my pen against the desk. "And a machine that nearly opened a doorway between realities."

The world I thought I knew - governed by immutable laws of physics and human behavior - has been revealed as merely one layer of a far more complex reality.

There are powers beyond conventional understanding. There are beings with abilities that defy explanation. There are pathways between worlds.

And most critically: there are others who see the rot in their societies as clearly as I see it in mine.

I stand and move to the window, looking out at the Tokyo skyline. How small it seems now, knowing what exists beyond it.

This city, this country, this world - all of it merely one reality among countless others.

The justice system my father serves so faithfully is a joke - corrupt, ineffectual, incapable of addressing the true cancer eating away at society.

I've known this for years, watching criminals walk free while good people suffer. I've fantasized about having the power to change it, to impose true justice where our institutions have failed.

But now I understand that the scope of my ambition was too limited. It isn't just this world that suffers from moral decay - it's a pattern that repeats across realities.

And Samael sees it too. I could tell from the way he spoke about responsibility and meaning. The way he confronted that psychotic criminal.

The way he positions himself as someone seeking to improve his world rather than merely survive in it.

We are alike, he and I. But he has something I lack: power. Real, tangible power.

I return to my desk and open a new document, titling it "Alliance Strategy." If I am to achieve anything meaningful, I need allies who share my vision and possess capabilities I do not. Samael is the obvious first choice.

But approaching him requires delicacy. If he is anything like me - and I suspect he is - he will be wary of manipulation.

He will recognize calculated overtures for what they are. His intelligence is evident, his perception keen.

Traditional manipulative tactics will fail. Flattery will be transparent. Attempted dominance will be rebuffed.

No, what I need is something I've rarely attempted: genuine connection.

I begin typing, organizing my thoughts:

Common ground: Justice reform, societal improvement, recognition of systemic failures

Complementary skills: His technological/transformation abilities, my analytical and strategic thinking Approach:

Honesty about shared goals, transparency about mutual benefit, respect for autonomy

I pause, considering the implications of what I'm planning. This isn't just about finding a way to communicate between worlds, though that's certainly part of it.

This is about forming an alliance that could fundamentally reshape reality - or realities - according to a vision of true justice.

For that to work, I need to be willing to adapt my own thinking. To recognize that in a multiverse of infinite possibilities, absolute authority concentrated in one person is neither practical nor optimal.

Even if I possessed the means to impose my will across all existence - which I don't - the scope is simply too vast for one finite mind to comprehend, let alone control.

I've always worked alone. Trusted only myself. Seen others as either tools or obstacles - even my family who I love does not escape these categories.

But that approach is insufficient for the challenges ahead.

I need to learn to work with equals. To collaborate rather than command. To share authority where appropriate while maintaining clear boundaries.

And Samael represents the perfect opportunity to develop this capability. He is intelligent enough to be a true partner rather than a subordinate.

Powerful enough to be valuable rather than dispensable. And aligned enough in his worldview to make cooperation feasible.

There are risks, of course. The other participants in our connection - Azula and Aizen - are clearly calculating their own advantages.

Azula's royal bearing barely conceals her ambition, while Aizen's serene smile masks something far more dangerous than he reveals.

But Samael and I... there's a resonance there. A shared understanding that transcends the differences in our worlds.

I close the document and open my browser, continuing my research into quantum entanglement and dimensional theory.

The science is beyond cutting-edge - it verges on the theoretical - but I need to understand at least the basics if I'm to engage meaningfully with Samael on his level.

Hours pass as I absorb information, making connections between seemingly disparate concepts. Dawn is approaching when I finally close my laptop, my mind still racing with possibilities.

When the System connects us next, I will be prepared. Not with manipulation or deception, but with something far more powerful: authentic recognition of a kindred spirit.

An offer of alliance based on mutual respect and shared purpose.

I lie down on my bed, not bothering to change clothes. Sleep will be difficult, but necessary to maintain optimal cognitive function.

As I close my eyes, I picture Samael's transformation - the crystalline being absorbing deadly energy, saving lives while demonstrating power beyond anything in my world.

Such abilities in service of true justice... the potential is staggering.

For the first time in years, I feel something akin to hope. Not the vague, passive hope that things might somehow improve, but the active anticipation of creating meaningful change.

Of finding a path forward that doesn't require compromising my principles or accepting the unacceptable status quo.

The world - my world - is rotten. But perhaps with the right allies, the right approach, the right application of extraordinary abilities, something better can be built from its decay.

And perhaps I truly don't have to do it alone.

This revelation should feel like weakness, but strangely, it doesn't. It feels like evolution - an expansion of perspective that acknowledges the true complexity of the challenges ahead.

One thing is certain: when the Observation System connects us again, I will be ready to take the first steps toward a alliance that could change everything.

Not through manipulation or dominance, but through something I've rarely attempted before: genuine connection with someone who might truly understand.

Samael Morningstar. A potential ally. Perhaps even a friend.

The concept is foreign, almost uncomfortable.

But in a reality that now includes dimensional travel and transformative abilities, perhaps it's time to expand my understanding of what's possible - not just in the universe at large, but within myself as well.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Do tell me how you found Azula and Light's povs.

Also, Azula is 19 years old, AU that's why.

The reason Samael hasn't realised it is because he hasn't watched Avatar in a long time, and remembers more key events then things like that, since I honestly had to search her age up, because i forgot it myself, lol.

So, yeah, they both want Samael as an ally - Azula in the more personal sense.

Like honestly, this may seem to some too fast, but since that beach episode that I remember and how desperate Azula was for a partner, I can see it.

Light's also having character development, cause his "God of the New World" mentality is something he had when he thought he had absolute authority over the world with the Death Note -

which this one is yet to even gain - and therefore when confronted with this much power he becomes more logical.

So yeah, again do tell me how you found it and I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)