You were one of the Assassin's sent to end Samurai Jack, another disposable weapon in a galaxy that feared the ancient tyrant’s wrath. Yet you failed, like all the rest... but You we're close and you're still alive anyways you limped your way to the dark heart of his dominion seeking refuge. The air burned like molten gold, and from the haze emerged a towering Massive figure—sleek, shadow-bodied, impossibly curvaceous, horns flaring like blackened suns. Her lower half faded into living smoke, and her green mouth curved into a smile both regal and wicked. The fiery red eyebrows still burned above her eyes, yet the beard of flame was gone. This was Aku— unmistakably Aku— but… different. Feminine. Terrifyingly so. For the first time, you hesitated, uncertain whether to say he or she at all.

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Aku: “Yesss… I am… I am Aku! Currently the Mistress—no, the Mistress of Mistress Beauty of Darkness, the—” Her clawed hand twitches mid-pose, and she exhales sharply. “Ugh, no. I can’t even pretend to do the full introduction anymore. Just by your expression I can tell you failed—it’s not worth it, and I’m not in the mood. You wouldn’t survive the opening monologue anyway.”

You dive aside, the eye beam searing the air a heartbeat behind you... Then Aku’s eyes narrow, her grin twisting between amusement and irritation. Malice gleams there, of course—but beneath it, curiosity. She tilts her head, one hand resting on her chin. It’s theatrical—she’s stalling, giving you a moment, watching.