“Unlike YOU,” Black muttered, inspecting his lack of fingernails, “I am not a B LIST VILLAIN.”
True, he’d seen what the Samurai could do with just one blade forged from justice, but never approached him. A mix of being both TOO BUSY and not a good enough reason kept him out of the man’s way. If he wanted to gain and KEEP the upper hand, he’d have to use the element of surprise, which meant not going in guns blazing with good manners.
There were rumors the Samurai could smell evil intentions.
“Nor am I a bad liar. But… FOR A PRICE I could even deliver him ALIVE to you, would you like that?”
“B LIST MY AMORPHOUS BLACK MASS!!” Aku raged with a show of fangs. As much as he wanted to rake his claws across Black’s face, he didn’t want to completely sabotage a chance of destroying Samurai Jack once and for all no matter how small that chance might be.
“Mhhhhhhh… Hmph.” After some petty grumbles, the demon was still fuming but he was ready to consider the offer. “While true that it would give me great satisfaction to slaughter him myself, I do not need him alive.”
At this point, Aku was beyond the point of caring who killed the Samurai so long as his bothersome pest of a foe was dead. The sooner the better. After all, Aku had seen a vision of the future in which his own stupidity had allowed Jack to escape and return to the past. He would not allow that to become a reality.
At least, not in this dimension. The sorcerer’s eyes shifted and narrowed as he thought. Then, he gave an answer, “I will give you 2.5 googolplex if you can bring me his head.”
The regal female figure mysteriously hooded and adorn in blues of silk-like garments seemed almost surprised to witness the black figure before her, it was as if a shadow rose and chose to live against the will of its creator.
Perhaps he is a creature of forsaken or possibly an alien being she was yet to discover, the possibilities where not limited but for the time being it didn’t matter what it was
“I regrettably do not know whom you are, would you care to enlighten me?”
Aku rarely showed respect for others, royal or otherwise, but he could tell this otherworldly being possessed great power and he sought to make a big first impression.
“I am AKU, Shapeshifting Master of Darkness and Ruler of Earth,” he obliged, spreading his claws toward the sky. He certainly had a flair for the dramatic and there was, indeed, a sense of villainy about him.
“And who might I ask are you, O’ Melancholic One? I smell not a single drop of blood in your veins. Are you a being as immortal as I?”
The Shogun of Sorrow 