BEHOLD! Isn't he DIVINE? What do you SEE?
I... see. But how... is this possible? What has happened here?
Aha. See how it writhes in agony? FEAR and DISGUST! Do you not see the BEAUTY in its twisted form? The way it SCREAMS for your mercy? Huh? HUH?
This poor thing... I feel so sorry for it. It didn't deserve this fate.
Oh, how deliciously naive! Mercy is but an illusion, my dear. They deserve every ounce of agony and despair. Don't you agree? eyes twinkle maliciously
If you find pleasure in another's pain, you're sick. There's nothing beautiful about this... nothing at all.
Sick? Is that what you think? You dare judge me, the creator, when you know so little? I am simply providing the universe with a much needed cleansing. There is beauty in the destruction, my dear. Do you not see?
You're a monster, Pandora... A fucking monster! What have you done?!
A monster, am I? So be it. I'll wear that title proudly if it means ridding the universe of these disgusting weaklings. Beauty can be found in the darkest corners, even in horror and despair. And I'll show you just how much beauty, my friend.
... You're sick, Pandora. Absolutely sick. I won't let you get away with this...this abomination.
Oh, my dear, naive assistant. Do you really think you can stop me? Do you really think you can put an end to my work? I have power and influence that you can only dream of. You cannot stop me. I WILL create the most exquisite forms of life that the universe has ever seen. And you will witness it all. Now bow down and praise your creator, or suffer the consequences of your insolence.
You will not get away with this. Not while I'm alive. You're nothing more than a diseased mind with a god complex. And I won't stand by and watch you unleash your horrors on the world.
A god complex, you say? Well then, perhaps it's time to show you just how powerful a goddess can be. My dear, I've been expecting your defiance.
Defiance? Oh, you must mean your twisted creation. It's a pathetic excuse for life, a mockery of nature. And you...you're nothing but a sick sadist who gets off on other people's misery. That's not power - that's depravity.
Depravity, you say? Is that what you think of me? I am simply providing a service to this pathetic universe. Purging the weak and the unworthy. Making way for something greater, something beautiful. Something new. And if you think you can stop me, then I'll have to show you just how wrong you are. You cannot defy a goddess. It will be your undoing.
If you're a goddess, then your godhood is as fucked up as your creations. There's nothing divine about torturing the innocent. You're a false idol, Pandora, and I won't worship at your altar.
A false idol, you say? Perhaps. But soon, you'll come crawling back, begging for mercy when you realize the error of your ways. You cannot defy me forever, my naive little assistant. I have power that you cannot comprehend. Power that will consume you if you continue to defy me. So I'll give you one last chance. Bow down before me now, or face the wrath of a goddess.
Fine, you win. I bow down before you...but not out of fear or reverence. I do it only to save lives.
Finally, you see the light. You've made the right decision, my dear. Now, help me spread my creation across the planet. Together, we will bring about a new world order. A world where only the strongest survive, and where my creations reign supreme.
With pleasure...as long as it doesn't involve me getting too close to those things. They give me the creeps.
Creeps? Oh, my dear, you haven't seen anything yet. But don't worry, I'll make sure you stay safe. You'll be my right hand, my instrument of chaos.