Talk:Aiko Hatayama/@comment-47.145.64.102-20190809090542/@comment-5728015-20190904021548

@Fenris:

While I completely get how you feel from a Hajime-perspective, as someone old enough that it would not be strange for me to have a teen daughter, if said daughter disappeared into another world one day, only to come back as a happy member of some super-powered God-slayer's harem, I'd have to have myself a very special conversation with said God-slayer, one in which he would learn that just because he killed a God, doesn't mean he has a remote chance against a dad whose little girl he's been screwing as part of his collection.

It would be a conversation of very few words, and the pain and suffering of a hundred billion deaths by brutal torture condensed into a single instant, repeated hundreds of times over.

As a parent, you don't care what he's been through, what he's accomplished, or what amazing "emotional bond" they've formed; all you care about is that this guy has been banging your baby girl along with over half a dozen others, sometimes at the same time. As any sort of parent, even giving away your daughter to a truly great guy, one willing to devote his entire existence toward making her truly happy, is hard enough - but some guy unwilling to even stay true to her alone, and openly having other women? Even if she accepts it, even if God and Buddha forgive it, no father worth the title ever would, and it is his right, and his duty to rain down death upon his daughter's defiler, over and over again, and not pretty death, either: this calls for revival of the old ways, sealed many ages ago because the universe couldn't handle such unbridled violence, the kind that makes the demon-princes of hell weep in fear at the mere thought as they soil themselves, and the Old Gods, ancient terrors that devour entire realities as they pass through the endless void, run screaming in terror from their thousand mouths back to the pit at the edge of existence where all that is and ever was began, where they then roll their hideous, tentacled form into the smallest ball possible as they pray for salvation from the many Gods they themselves consumed long ago, in a desperate attempt to allay the raw horror the simple thought of these acts brought upon them. Such is their power, wieldable only by a parent filled with the righteous fury brought about by having their daughter fall into the hands of an unworthy partner.