Delight was often a misunderstood use of wording, phrasing, even thinking. Delight was what many lost souls often striven for in times of betrayal. Betrayal of love, friendship, loyalty, even one's own self. Those were the things that Negaduck never understood in having, yet he still captured his delight amongst other things. He took delight in brutal cracks in relationships, the downfall of one's mind, a fire that could engulf millions. So then what was delight when Negaduck gained from what was lost? What was delight to others that gained victory over the duck himself.
It didn't matter, anyhow. Others may have seen delight as a blanket, but Negaduck wielded that blanket like a chainsaw.