[He doesn't much care about any of this. Maybe he would, in another world, at a different time, but right now it's clear he's just sitting here to humor Akira, an almost deadened gaze reading over the text...
Right up until that second to last part.
Yaldabaoth was playing an elaborate game.
When he'd first gotten Loki, he'd thought he'd been blessed with a gift of great power. Finally, he could start dealing out justice— making those adults who'd hurt him personally suffer, but also, take out genuinely bad adults. And that included Shido. Oh, he was always well aware it was a revenge plot, but he thought he could use his power to do good, as well. To become a sort of underdog.
... later, he'd realized it was a curse. Instead of giving him more power, he ended up with less, trapped under the thumb of a father who would have him killed if he betrayed him and not so much as blink about it.
He'd certainly considered that the God had just ended up using him, as every damned being seemed wont to do with him.
But a game?
He'd suffered for years, twisted and corrupted and tainted in a way that his soul would never recover from— for a game?
That deadened gaze suddenly widens and lights up with fire. All the muscles in his body tense, hand clutching his device hard. In his rage, for a moment he forgets himself, and growls venomously under his breath.]
the hate boner is strong
Right up until that second to last part.
Yaldabaoth was playing an elaborate game.
When he'd first gotten Loki, he'd thought he'd been blessed with a gift of great power. Finally, he could start dealing out justice— making those adults who'd hurt him personally suffer, but also, take out genuinely bad adults. And that included Shido. Oh, he was always well aware it was a revenge plot, but he thought he could use his power to do good, as well. To become a sort of underdog.
... later, he'd realized it was a curse. Instead of giving him more power, he ended up with less, trapped under the thumb of a father who would have him killed if he betrayed him and not so much as blink about it.
He'd certainly considered that the God had just ended up using him, as every damned being seemed wont to do with him.
But a game?
He'd suffered for years, twisted and corrupted and tainted in a way that his soul would never recover from— for a game?
That deadened gaze suddenly widens and lights up with fire. All the muscles in his body tense, hand clutching his device hard. In his rage, for a moment he forgets himself, and growls venomously under his breath.]
What?
[... well, at least he wasn't that loud...?]