So I was listening to Decimator by Two Steps from Hell last night and I envisioned this scene where Azura went to the dark side and rode Aku into battle like a dragon. He was flying around incinerating everything with his laser eyebeams and fire-breath while she rode behind his horns with this totally unfazed look on her face. Her pupils had a strange reddish glow about them.
Then she came after some high-ranking warlord dude and cut off his head with a burning Aku sword. It was pretty badass. I will admit I was watching the Game of Thrones season finale beforehand.
After some time helping the infected gathered safety in a quarantine zone, Azura gazed upon the moonlight, praying for Jack’s safety on his journey. Her body was starting to ache as well as her chest. She was starting to lose hope until she heard some shuffling before the nearby bushes. Perhaps, Jack did come back safely!
“Jack? Jack! Is that you?”
But when she had peeked, there was no one to be found. Not a single soul… save for a very gleeful demon that stood behind her, towering over.
If things weren’t bad enough, they just got even w o r s e.
When he’d caught word of an infection going around, this was absolutely not what he’d had in mind. No, this was much better. Aku stared down at his ‘employee’ with an eerily delightful smile that exposed the barest hint of fangs most sharp.
“I am afraid not, Miss Azura. It is I, your Boss.”The final two words were spoken with a sense of finality, of ownership. He may not have owned her before, but he certainly owned her now.
“I came to see what has been keeping you away from your duties,” and perhaps to smite her purely out of annoyance, though this was more implied than stated. His eyes grew wide then in feigned shock as he took in the sight of her—the sight of himself in her.
“But now I see you have fallen very ill. What a shame, my dear!” Despite his words, Aku did not bother hiding the tone of delight in his voice.
The Shogun of Sorrow 