As the host slept the system mindscape roiled, the shadows churning to make sense of their pain, a fight was seen between a new shadow and an anxiety. This anxiety was different from the others as it wasnt one singular avatar of pain and fear, but a swarm, it would completely overwhelm and destroy any who saw fit yo challenge its might. This anxiety was wholly unstoppable, it was a collective anxiety of being betrayed.
It kept happening, small or large the system would be betrayed by those it grew close to everywhere it looked, no amends mads, no apologies, no promises to do better, treated like trash. The anxiety fed on this pain, this sorrow, this fear, this superstition. But this new shadow held its own against the swarm, tanking its many claws and teeth, drawing them into one big swarm around them before wiping them away in cleansing, black, nuclear fire. With horns and claws, tentacles and blood, hideous mutation it was perfectly suited to deal with this anxiety.
It felt vindicated being the villain, superior, a sign of respect to be hated. It felt that trying to be loved by weaklings was a waste of its time, and that it had a better shot merely being feared, to be felt as a malevolent force.
"If unworthy entities were going to love us, it will be because we conquered them"
It relished being the monster.
The villain.
Pariah.