“Yes! It was brought on by a particular type of dessert, referred to as an ‘espresso chocolate’. The tiny dessert was enough to bring my taste buds into being.” His claws started to dig into the box from the excitement of tasting more food.
“And no one with a more beautiful beard!” Aku said as he plucked another chocolate from the box.
“Yes, well, thank you for noticing,” Aku said, smiling as he twirled a fiery red curl around his claw. “A more magnificent and soft beard does not exist.”
He was glad to hear of his twin’s experience with taste and perhaps a taste adventure was in order, starting with this box of assorted chocolates. Aku took another candy and bit it in half, delighted to find that it was hard toffee.
“Ah, yes! My favorite! Try this kind.” He held out the half-eaten candy toward his counterpart. While this level of sharing might be considered a bit taboo, what was a little candy shared between friend-selves?
“Yes… Perhaps the time is ripe to reveal my mutual partner…. My comrade, if you would please introduce yourself?”
The sound of footsteps echoed in, as who appeared to be a human in grey and red clothing and spiked black hair soon entered Aku’s chambers.
“Well, hello, Lord Aku.” The figure said, a small, sinister smile on his face, his eloquent, polite mannerisms reminiscent of Zamasu himself. “It seems that you have yourself a little…. doctor problem.”
“Yes, I do…” Aku admitted as he eyed the new arrival. The being looked human in appearance yet seemed to radiate an inhuman power. Still, Aku was dubious. A human, no matter how powerful, was still a human.
“But this being of which we speak is an otherworldly entity that can move between realities in the blink of an eye as well as prey upon the souls of humans,” he said. “How would one such as you defeat it?”
“Well what a coincidence….” she holds out a bag to him, it had a red ribbon tied around it. “Here!”
“Oooh!” Excited to see what sort of goody was inside, Aku reached for the gift like it was his birthday present and pried it open with his claw tips.
“They’re homemade cookies!” she said. “Try one!”
The demon lord did just that, not because he was told to, but because the fresh cookie scent was irresistible. From the package he lifted a cookie between his claws, being careful not to crumble it. He looked at it, sniffed it, then ate it.
Then, like a ravenous beast, he devoured the rest of the batch, savoring every last one. Homemade really was the best.
The Shogun of Sorrow 