Sure, he can admit to himself that maybe, maybe he's not naturally villainous as he has talked himself up to being. He certainly had no desire for the destruction of the universe. He didn't really have the impulse to destroy a city without guidance from someone of import to him.
But it was absolutely delightful to terrorize people, scaring them, uncaring if they got injured or burned (as long as it wasn't too much.)
It was especially fun to see the scramble for the elevator, only to send in the delightful mix of fire and compressed air that did lovely work of sealing the doors together. The treatment was given to their security systems and weapons, automated turrets and handheld devices systematically turns to melted scrap.
The mad cackling also made for a lovely contrast compared to the more subtle horror of the shadows. Nothing like the loud and showy making the subtle even more horrifying.
He was humming quite happily as he moved along their supplies, which had remained relatively untouched, collecting samples and whatever appeared to have notes on it, from notepads to a few tablets. He could hack into those later.
There was some protest from a scientist on how they agreed to pay off their debts-
"Coercion isn't consent and your machines are rigged! I have the stats~" Red Son called out in a sing song voice. "Which I shall be submitting as an anonymous tip to the authorities later tonight."
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Sure, he can admit to himself that maybe, maybe he's not naturally villainous as he has talked himself up to being. He certainly had no desire for the destruction of the universe. He didn't really have the impulse to destroy a city without guidance from someone of import to him.
But it was absolutely delightful to terrorize people, scaring them, uncaring if they got injured or burned (as long as it wasn't too much.)
It was especially fun to see the scramble for the elevator, only to send in the delightful mix of fire and compressed air that did lovely work of sealing the doors together. The treatment was given to their security systems and weapons, automated turrets and handheld devices systematically turns to melted scrap.
The mad cackling also made for a lovely contrast compared to the more subtle horror of the shadows. Nothing like the loud and showy making the subtle even more horrifying.
He was humming quite happily as he moved along their supplies, which had remained relatively untouched, collecting samples and whatever appeared to have notes on it, from notepads to a few tablets. He could hack into those later.
There was some protest from a scientist on how they agreed to pay off their debts-
"Coercion isn't consent and your machines are rigged! I have the stats~" Red Son called out in a sing song voice. "Which I shall be submitting as an anonymous tip to the authorities later tonight."