“Hold your horses!” Sixer called back irritably as he made his way to the front door. His tails sparked; this voice sounded dangerous and he didn’t know whether or not he was going to have to blast someone with fire today.
Not to mention, there was a power he was sensing on the other side of that door that rubbed his tail fur the wrong way.
Considering everything that was going on involving Gaster, a part of him was suggesting that he really, really needed to set something on fire.
But when he opened the door in a terrible huff and looked about ready to tell someone off…the thought of blasting fire at the person at the door was pushed very quickly to the back of his mind as soon as he remembered the color scheme that Trashy had warned him about.
Black, green, and red – demon –
Sixer swallowed. He’d spent enough time with demons to know one when he saw one. He thought it best not to make this one upset if he was somehow friends with Azura. “Ah….you must be Aku.”
Oh dear Axolotl please don’t let this one bring an apocalypse to Gravity Falls.
Sixer would be met with an odd sight at his door — a tall column of darkness stood on the doorstep like a tree with tentacle roots. The dark creature loomed 10 feet tall (at least) and would be a strikingly evil sight for anyone who might be wandering by the shack. And there was no need for fire; the demon’s face was already alight with a pair of great flaming eyebrows. He scowled down at the kitsune with sharply narrowed eyes and even sharper fangs.
“You are correct,” he affirmed menacingly.
Aku’s patience was non-existent as usual and a few of his tentacles had already begun creeping in through the open door. They braced it open and curled around the jamb, making it nigh impossible to close the door on him.
“I am Aku and I will not be denied. Let me see her.”
“My name is Casper,” As for the rest she hummed in thought. “Uh well, I come from out of country. As for why I can hear you, I don’t know, I’ve been able to hear voices that shouldn’t be heard by others since I was a kid.” She could understand how it could offend the other that she was being so lax about it. Evil needed to be feared after all.
“The fact I can hear you is kind of why I’m here, it’s a long story.” she admitted. “As for self preservation, that’s a fair assumption.”
Evil needed to be feared but to his great dismay, she didn’t show the slightest inclination of fear. It was as if she was incapable of feeling or expressing it at all. Was it pure foolishness on her part or was it something else? Aku could not be sure. But she was certainly atypical for a human.
The choice before him was clear — either talk to her and be heard or talk to no one and be heard by none. He sighed within his prison and slumped in resignation. This was his lot in life. This was his existence.
‘…As you can see, I have nothing but time on my hands. Tell me the story.’
The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. Giving in to temptations, man learned to distinguish what is good and evil.
The Devil Arcana represents the urge to do selfish, impulsive, violent things, and being a slave to ones’ own impulse and feelings. Occasionally, it is also portrayed as a symbol of temptation. The positive aspect, however, represents a healthy bond or commitment.
You are often “devilish” you tend to be greedy, proud, lustful, or otherwise of poor character. You are most likely to go for an antisocial tendency, often not caring much for the needs or well-being of others.
But Aku wasn’t finished tormenting his other self just yet.
Grinning like the devil, he shapeshifted into a serpent and slithered beneath the covers.
“Heh heh heh heh.”
He is beyond annoyed and frustrated by the childish behavior his alt has. Aku was about to throw him off his bed before having second thought.
“I don’t have time for this.” He grumbled, getting off of bed. “Fine, keep it. It’s yours, I’m not going to play with your games no more.”
“Yessss, all mine…”
Shifting back to his usual form, Aku rested his head on the pillow and made himself comfortable under the blanket. After all that, it was time for a nice nap. Oh, and the bed was still nice and toasty, too! Excellent.
In no time Aku was dozing peacefully, the only sound his soft rumbling.
The Shogun of Sorrow 