Inflicting status ailment.

Heaven is where you go when you need a zoo. It’s where you can abuse people into a state of pure confusion, neglect their potential for growth, torment them from behind a wall with images of freedom they may never reach, then grating condescension and harassment, until they scream themselves into an animal frenzy that scars their face and makes them ugly, and feel justified in doing so. It’s pure hedonism, in character, controlled by a puppet master, who shits down the neck of anything he doesn’t understand, who puts it in a box for those under his thumb to use as leverage for their own skewed motive, who hides his lack of empathy just beyond a layer of tangibility, bought and sold or stolen and stamped with his name. It’s the worst case scenario of skewed perception, which convinced of the righteousness of its own judgment, will without delay attack anything which pokes its head out from the sand, regardless of its intent. It’s a survival strategy, the logic of emotional and environmental control, lost in its own superficial reflection, pitted against anything which doesn’t conform to its understanding of itself.