"No God. No religion. Just bad, bad decisions." { the monster } @fvckingmagic
the thing possessing eliot - the monster from blackspire - leans in too close. no understanding of personal space, especially not with quentin, of whom he desires friendship. the monster is needy. lonely. an ancient child in a man's body.
"you think that i'm not a god?" nameless monster, god mistake. "or perhaps - is this a game, quentin?" eyes light up at the possibility. "do you wish to play with me?" head tilts at an unnatural angle. eliot's body, twisted and moved in ways it shouldn't. "i will be quentin and you will be monster."















