“Because shapeshifting is an essential part of what makes me Aku. I am free to be any shape and size I desire.”
She giggles at that, smiling. “So then, why change your shape?”
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What was it like being a tree
“Imagine being trapped in a confined space, unable to move, speak or be heard. Now imagine that you have been forgotten in this tiny prison for years upon years with no hope for escape. As you yearn for freedom, you are fully conscious of every passing moment and you wonder if the endless passage of time will slowly drive you to madness.
That is what it was like.”
She snorts. “Oh, that’s okay. You’re just fine as you are.”
“E X A C T L Y.”
“Hm, sometimes. Or maybe that everyone was as tiny as me,” she giggled. “But only sometimes.”
“I could be as tiny as you are.”
“But I don’t feel like it.”
He’d rather be large and in charge.
“I mean, not like you can. Changing sizes and all that. I make only slight adjustments, you know?” She shifted back.
“Hmmm, yes, I think I understand.”
Changing sizes, she said? The demon grinned.
“You wish you could be tall.”
“Sometimes I wish I could change my shape like you do.”
“I thought you could do that.”
Was he wrong? Was that why she was sniffing him?
“It’s in an interesting smell! Not bad.” Then she blinked. “Oh, I mean–sorry for startling you.”
“Not bad? But I am supposed to reek of EVIL.”
Lori squeaks, then giggles, nose still twitching. “Sorry.”
“What? What is it?”
Aku squinted down at her.Was she sorry because she smelled him? Or was she sorry because he smelled?
So does that mean you’d much rather eliminate any admirers or would-be suitors seeking any of your daughters’ hands?
“All potential suitors must pass rigorous testing and meet the high demands and criteria of Aku. Only then will they be considered worthy of the hand of my daughter.”
In other words RIP in pieces, potential suitors.
Lori squints as she sniffs him.
What? Who?
“HUH?”
The Shogun of Sorrow 