The shogun let out a gasp of surprise when the other grabbed ahold of him. Slipping under his grasp, he was having a hard time escaping. “Huh!?”
“Heh heh heh heh,” he laughed while the other struggled. “Squirm all you like. You will not escape from me so easily.” His grip was like a Chinese finger-trap — the more Lord Aku struggled, the tighter it became.
“I hope you did not forget the arrangements we made,” he grinned. “If you noticed, it is afternoon.”
Aku was in no kind of mood for this level of disrespect. One zap of his eyebeams placed the visitor in a stereotypical maid uniform. Then next zap sent them to the Pit of Hate.
“Maybe, but it sure passes the time.” she acknowledged. “I’ll be coming back while I’m here, if you’ll permit it, oh evil one.” she stood, dusting herself off.
“Gotta go back before he blows up my phone and decides to take away the hotel room key.” she picked up her sketchbook. “Ultimate evil or not, hang in there, okay?”
‘You say these things as if I have a choice,’ came the demon’s unhappy grumbling. The rolling of his eyes was nearly audible. Like it or not, he would be here whenever she decided to visit him next, forever and always.
‘Now off with you. And have a horrible, rotten, NO-GOOD DAY!’
“He doesn’t know where I am, but he does think I’m sick on some level.” she answered. “He brought me here on his dime, I shouldn’t be wandering around, but I left a note. He’ll live.” she concluded.
“If this is madness, then I don’t want to change, it’s the most normal I feel as far as anything. Changing that would be sickness I think.”
‘Perhaps he would rather see you as sick than believe in that which you see and speak.And so here you are, seeking refuge in the company of supreme Evil instead of the ones you love.’
The demon growled in disgust at the word. L o v e. Ech!
‘What a foolish waste of time and emotion. It breeds nothing but weakness. ’
The Shogun of Sorrow 