Prologue:
God doesn't like Klaus, but only because he could be so much more.
She's groggy and drained from over-sleeping, who knew creating the entirety of existence would be so exhausting? She's grouchy and hangry and here comes one little member of her flock, made when she'd first woken up after having slept for so long, and he's not using the gifts she'd given him to his fullest potential. Worse, he'd been purposefully not fulfilling his Purpose. He's drowning his abilities in any and every way he can manage, killing himself over and over and over by overdosing and bar fights and being too damaged and easily taken advantage of and-And it's not actually his fault. The fault lies with the Hargreeves-child, who knew just enough too much to cause damage, who'd adopted and tortured seven of her first consciously-created children since her little baby Jesus (although how conscious of a creation were the 43 really, when she'd been pulled from her slumber so abruptly? That's beside the point).
He's one of God's children, and seeing him waste himself so thoroughly made her want to rethink that whole "free will" thing she'd given all of her creations. Though, again, it's not really his fault.
She certainly couldn't help that some of her children had things left unfinished, she never could have imagined life would be more tempting than the paradise of afterlife. At least, for those who were pure and good enough in soul. She couldn't help that others were so afraid of death that they held onto whatever they could with a fierce, insane determination to not be gone yet. She couldn't help that they felt there was still more for them to do. She couldn't help, she couldn't interfere, she couldn't do anything but listen to the prayers of her babies, to hear them cry out in anguish, believing all of this was a part of some master plan to help guide them.
In reality, she'd just neglected them, she'd slept past her alarm and now they were burning the house down without her guidance. She thought she'd given them enough to let them grow and flourish for a while, but her rules, the Commandments were now long outdated. They are rules made for toddlers when her children had grown well into their teens. They knew what was right and what was wrong, but most lacked the impulse control to make the right choice, and the absence of visible undeniable punishment for so long left fewer and fewer of them caring.
So yes, she doesn't like Klaus, but she also doesn't dislike him. She certainly doesn't like most of her other children either.
AN:/And so it begins!