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aurelion 】

From his towering citadel, Aku had noticed an unusual occurrence. Spaceships had been landing on his planet and little alien creatures had emerged from them. He'd ignored them for a bit, until they started infiltrating his mines and scaring his enslaved human prisoners. When he confronted the aliens, they refused to bow to him and claimed to serve only one master – one known as Yellow Diamond. When he attacked them for their insolence, they'd turned themselves into jewels and minerals found within the Earth. It was a curious surprise but Aku suspected there would be more to come.

Then came the day when a great yellow palanquin arrived on his world, and when its doors slid open, Aku made a sudden appearance as if from thin air. He stood tall before the palanquin with hands clasped behind his back, a stern expression set upon his otherworldly features. When he spoke, his tone was low and menacing, the voice of a creature who knew no authority except his own and had no intention of surrendering to even the greatest of gods.

"Yellow Diamond, I presume." Given her appearance and the air of majesty that surrounded her, he'd have to say his guess was correct. "If you have come to rule this world, you shall find it has already been conquered."

The demon puffed out his chest for dramatic effect. Yes, indeed, it had been he who conquered this planet in just a few short decades. And while his reign of evil was still in its infancy, he felt he owned this world and all that existed within.

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[He doesn't like the terms but Aku knows he must at least pretend to accept them in order to get what he wants. Perhaps he would go back on his word later, or perhaps not. He's at least clever enough to know that he needs to learn more about her before he makes any impulsive decisions.]

You've made yourself clear and I accept your terms. [The demon bows his horned head to her, the most respectful gesture he would ever offer, before grinning up at her.] It is a deal.

[A singular glance at his minions sends them scattering in a hurry, presumably to begin their observation duties under the agreed upon terms.]

Now I suppose it is in order to introduce myself. I am Aku and I am the Master of this World, Bringer of Darkness, Bestower of Woe... mhhh. [He squints as if he's displeased with the sound of that last one. Choosing overly dramatic titles for himself is still a work in progress.]

[ At least they're agreed in that sense. The bureaucracy and the Diamond Authority would figure out what to do with him, if it was too late in the game plan. But it was always important to put up a front and be respectful for the first meeting. If she had to deal with him, she'd deal with him.

She bows back, making it acknowledged they're on even grounds for now. ]

I am pleased we've come to an agreement. This will be a great favor to Homeworld and the Diamond Authority.

[ Oh, villainous. That's what this type of world was? Consumed by darkness? As long as it was as fit for kindergartens as they'd tested, whether or not it reigned with a cruel ruler didn't matter to her. Strictly business. ]

I am Yellow Diamond, of the Diamond authority. [ No nicknames. ] One of the supreme leaders of Homeworld. [ No need for more than that. ] One of my gems will be delivering you a device that can allow easy communication between this world and mine, should complications arise.

Excellent.

[Aku's grin seems only to spread. He knows not if he can trust her word but he's certainly confident enough (read 'arrogant' enough) to think he can force his way if necessary.]

I await your delivery, Yellow Diamond. And in the meantime, I have a delivery for you.

[His arm spans what seems like a great distance between them as he reaches toward her with a closed hand. Uncurling his black claws reveals an empty palm, but soon a single gem surfaces as if from thick tar, a small bead of color against the darkness of his hand. Then another appears, and another. Suddenly a small mountain of gems rises from his hand. Unlike the shattered remains of her workers he had left before, these are whole and uncracked.]

I believe these are yours.

[ The deliverance of her wounded gems on her hand is not lost on her as a gesture. It's a threat. She bubbles them all at once and has her servants-- dressed in various shades of green and yellow, escort it back to her ship. She fixes her eyes on him and leers, just a bit.

But the expression drifts from her face as it is only that, a way to acknowledge his power play. She does not do well with people challenging her authority, whether they were here first or not, but being angry is a lot less leaderlike than complete composure. ]

It is appreciated.

[ She turns to leave. ]

I'll be bidding you farewell, now.

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[ Later, he would be given a communication device from a Homeworld ship, allowing him to contact her directly if he wanted-- though the peridot explaining its functions adamantly said it was for emergency disputes only. ]