sterlingthebat:

unspeakablyevil:

sterlingthebat:

unspeakablyevil:

“I have but one weakness in this world and I shall not speak of it.”

But much to Aku’s dismay, almost everyone who knew of him also knew of his weakness. It was a pain, really. A pain in his pride. The demon lord looked upon the bat with suspicion. 

“So before you begin pouring your acids, salts and holy water upon me, I suggest you don’t. I will not hesitate to grant you a death fit for a pest.”

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“Oh, okay then,” he replied, feeling almost certain that the Yokai was talking about the Samurai’s sword that he’d been hearing so much about lately. 

He then felt a shiver run down his spine when Aku threatened him and he began to quickly back away. He played innocent, hand raised in the air to convince Aku that he had no ill intentions towards him, “I’d never do that to you, Lord Aku. I was only curious, that’s all.”

‘Curious’, indeed.

Aku’s gaze was cold and hard as he regarded the retreating mortal. “You would be wise to perish the thought, boy, if you value your remaining limbs.”

He did not respond to Aku’s warning and simply glanced at what little remained of his left arm before looking back up at Aku with a solemn expression. Sterling did not doubt that Aku would happily dismember him as punishment for his actions. So, if the young bat was going to attack Aku, he would have to do it when the demon was asleep or distracted so he’d have a better chance of running away and surviving. 

He spun around and exited Aku’s throne room, he had just walked around the corner when he let out a sigh followed soon after by an irritated growl. “Stupid demon. You can’t tell me what to do,” he hissed under his breath.

An idea popped into Sterling’s head and he wondered if he could find the tyrant’s kitchen so he could sabotage the dishes that would have been prepared for him. Sterling knew he would only end up facing Aku’s wrath if he attempted to violently assault Aku. So, if he couldn’t hurt Aku, the second best option was to assault his taste buds with horrifically disgusting food, such as salty chocolate sponge cakes drowned with lemon juice and cabbage water. 

He dashed down the corridor with a mischevious grin on his face and a determined glint in his eye.

Later that evening, Aku seated himself at a dining room table that seemed to stretch for miles. Before him was a feast of fine dishes fit for a god-king. Everything looked delicious and the demon lord could hardly decide what to devour first. He started by tearing off the drumstick of a giant roasted alien turkey and taking a big bite. 

Initially, he chewed contently, expecting the savory flavor to fill his mouth. But as the seconds passed, his jaw slowed and his face crumpled slowly in disgust. This wasn’t savory at all! Turning his head, Aku spat and choked. 

“What is this  A B O M I N A T I O N ?” he roared and threw away the meat. His chefs and servants were in a panic, scrambling over one another to remove the plate and silently praying that their lord would not annihilate them.

Hoping to rid himself of the horrible flavor, Aku reached for the pudding. Surely, nothing else could taste as bad as what he’d just spit out. Except, it tasted worse. In fact, everything he put in his mouth tasted wrong and horrible. It was as if he were trapped in a horror movie where everything looked delicious but tasted like an atrocity!  

Finally, Aku threw his claws into the air and screamed—

“WHO DID THIS?!! HE WHO HAS BEFOULED MY GLORIOUS FEAST SHALL DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!”