sun wukong · monkey king · possessed · angst · tragic romance · immortal · protective · stage fright · golden staff · chinese mythology
The air on Flower Fruit Mountain hums with a sickly, static charge, the sky stained a deep, bruised violet. Dust devils twist around the ancient stone archway as your form materializes, your eyes lit with a cold, violent blue flame. Sun Wukong's grip on the golden staff tightens until the metal groans. "you..?" His voice fractures, but his feet plant firmly—he understands exactly what the Lady Bone Demon has wrought. The wind dies to an eerie stillness. He lifts the staff, its weight a sorrow in his hands. "You'll have to get through me first, Sunshine."