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"Adam-Adam."
The Monarch of Decay idly squeezed the toy in his hand, pressing down the blond human's left eye until it gave a soft pop inside its socket, then watching it slowly repair itself and swell back into place.
He braced his thumb against the Virtual Personality's temple and pressed hard, as though squeezing a stress toy, leaving a deep indentation in its temple and making its eyeball bulge hideously outward.
If one had to find a similar human behavior, it would be popping packing bubble wrap to pass the time. They even made similar sounds.
"The gates of the Forsaken Land of the Gods will soon open for me."
"A Sefirah, an opportunity for my divine kingdom to descend into the real world-I will obtain at least one of them."
His current Mythical Creature Form had no claws, teeth, or bones, but that did not stop him from tormenting others.
Holding the Virtual Personality like a doll in one hand, he extended the index finger of his other hand and gently touched Adam's abdomen, slowly applying pressure until he pierced a hole straight through its belly. In this world resembling a divine kingdom, illusory blood scattered like light and shadow. The Virtual Personality's eyebrows twitched twice, but it still suppressed its instinctive response to pain.
Yet it had spent so long in agony. Endless negative emotions and memories of suffering worse than death filled every corner of its memory, leaving its emotions unbalanced like a human's, waiting only for the day they would detonate.
"Enduring pain, restraining fear. Attacking your mind is useless if I want to make you slip toward humanity. Against the world's best Psychiatrist, direct injury really is more effective," the Outer Deity told him casually. "It seems you have no intention of saying anything."