Aku let out a grumbled in protest. He didn’t want to be anywhere here besides his bed, but he couldn’t take back his word for it, now appearing in front of this so called ‘bath house’. He’d let out a annoyed huff, the place sure look impressive he will admit.

“So, when does the magic begins?”

It was certainly impressive and had room enough for 2 or 3 Emperors of Evil. Aku sat at the edge of the pool and dipped his tendrils into the lava. 

“It begins when you do THIS!”

Arms raised above his head, he slid down into the lava with a wiggle of his lengthy form until he was fully submerged. Bubbles arose from where he’d gone down and steam hissed as the intense heat burned away any impurities on his body. 

A moment later, his horns rose up from the bubbling magma followed by his head and shoulders. As he rose, the heavy lava slowly rolled off of him. It was so hot, the heat distorted the air around him. 

But Aku simply let out a joyous sigh. “Ahhhhhhhh… That is wonderful, yes.”

Excerpt of Aku fighting monsters in my current rp game (he was allowed to bring Jack’s sword into the game. I just thought it was kinda neat…)

For the Penitent to be taken down, her monstrous minions must be dealt with and kept at bay so they would not interfere with her annihilation. This meant Aku was on distraction duty until his turn at the Penitent came. For her he would save his incinerating lasers — which would easily destroy most of her monsters, but with his powers limited as they were, he would have to deal with them another way. His fire-breath serves him well until he runs out of flame. Crushing the monsters doesn’t stop them and slashing them with his own blades only seems to generate more grotesque limbs. With few options left, he retreats to the top of a rubble pile where the creatures quickly surround him on all sides.

Finally, he’s left with only one choice. Aku reaches down to his hip and draws from its scabbard the sword crafted for his own destruction. He holds it up, the blade gleaming like ice as he gazes coldly upon it. This weapon had been useless in his hands when wielded against the Samurai but perhaps it would allow him to wield it for a greater cause. While the creatures gather below, he quietly addresses the sword: “Old foe, how I have dreamt of destroying you. But here, in the face of total annihilation, I am afraid I must ask for your cooperation. For you see, Samurai, there are fates in this universe far worse than I. Chronoblivion will stop at nothing to see to our world’s demise and if you or I wish to protect our right to exist, we must stand against it united.”

As he glares into the polished steel, he can almost see Jack’s reflection glowering solemnly back at him. He can also see the reflection of a mangled figure rising up behind him. One of the Spoken has scaled the mountain of rubble and holds its burning swords high, prepared to attack. Aku turns around with a sweep of his arm and the monster is sliced cleanly in two by Jack’s blade. Rather than regenerate new masses of tangled limbs from its wounds, the creature’s flesh burns away until it smolders into a heap of ash. But there’s little time to revel in glory because the rest of the horde is charging up the mound after him. For now all he can do is hold his ground against the onslaught of monsters and slice through them one by one.