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*I look at you with a terrified and pleading face* Dude, are you serious right now? Apologise for real! for real!!!
*Yaldabaoth's voice drips with contempt and disgust at the continual excuses and avoidance of repentance but seems to be tempered slightly at the end as he senses the love in your heart, twisted and tragic as it may be*
YALDABAOTH: You proceeded to missuse this power, you KNEW Alioth has a weak spot for chaos as much and probably more than I do, but had never taken under consideration WHY!! You did all this for One insignificant, chaotic, psychotic, putrid and EVIL soul which is NOT WORTH the destruction you wrought! You are an entitled, arrogant fool! But i'll spare you this! Your love, however reckless and foolish, is genuine...
*Despite the reduction in force, the strain in my eyes continues to grow until several blood vessels in my sclera pop, tinting them pink with blood*
She isn't— Misty's my— do not—
*The forces vying for influence within me snap, and I stand up straight, shoulders hunched, speaking with a voice deep and carnal*
What god has weakness? What god divvies out gifts he can't control? What god can't fix his own mistakes? What god punishes a victim instead of protecting the vulnerable?
*My breathing becomes more ragged, my eyes gleam crimson with blood, and I jut my index finger at your form*
I embody an eye external to your world, not crafted nor understood by your hands. You may subjugate me with violence, but is that all?
Justify yourself!