It was raining really hard and lighting struck from the sky, Alysa was sitting at her desk in her bedroom staring down at a blank piece of paper as she was trying to think of what to draw.
She groaned in frustration as she started to experience art block.“Ugh, I can’t think………. I wonder what Aku is doing right now?” Alysa glanced out the window with a sigh.
A bolt of lightning arced across the sky and the windowpane shuddered with a loud clap of thunder. Then more lightning, the main bolt splitting into the shape of a trident, followed by more thunder. Rain continued to batter the window and run down the glass in rivulets. But through the rain, a small orange glow could be seen blowing around in the darkness like an ember caught in the wind. Down and down it spiraled until it was just outside Alysa’s window.
And then, splat! Something black struck the glass and was stuck there. Was it a bird? A bat? It looked like a blob of darkness with wings, one of which was badly torn with edges that burned with a fiery glow. The burning glow at least appeared to be dimming to a smoldering red hue. Pressed to the glass was a little green face with a little white nose as the creature slid slowly down the pane. He looked like he was having a rough night.
Listening in shocked awe, the eldritch couldn’t even form words.
Him?HELPING? A Chosen One no less?
THE NERVE.
Any attempts at trying to calm himself down were futile at the insinuation that Black Hat was assisting a hero. Even the notion that he would assist anyone had him growling, teeth gnashing in his mouth. Boiling rage bubbled up in his chest, boiling over to the point where he physically grew a foot, hurrying after Aku. This Yokai could stand to learn a thing or two about respect
The Samurai belonged to him, the SWORD belonged to him, and this display of outright disrespect would not fly.
Going so far as to shift out of reality and back into it in front of Aku, Black reached a larger hand up to grab at Aku’s own clawed hand over the hilt, careful not to nick himself with the blade, his tone eerily calm despite the raging fire within. The sword was divine? Black Hat’s wrath was equally opposite, if not more so demonic in nature. HE was not as concerned about wounds as he was making a statement that in this god forsaken mansion, Black Hat was supreme and got what he wanted.
“Give me. The FUCKING. Katana. And you will leave unscathed.”
“This is your final warning.”
Despite Black’s efforts, Aku was just as vehemently stubborn about getting his way as he’d ever been. With his hand still clinched around the sword’s hilt, he shoved his fist against Black’s chest, trapping the sword between them. The divine blade trembled in their combined grip, too close to either one of them for comfort but this didn’t stop Aku from leaning in closer yet, his face twisted in a menacing snarl.
“Relinquish the sword to me or relinquish the Samurai,” the yokai demanded, mirroring Black’s note of impending doom. “This is YOUR final warning, Hat.”
The Shogun of Sorrow 