"Let me make a wager with you."
"[...] He'd be an immortal, a Buddha, if he's good; Wickedness would cloak him with hair and horn. Endlessly changing he runs amok in Heaven, Not to be seized by fighting lords or thunder gods."
the mental image of Sun Wukong absolutely twisted into a horrifying demonic form by his rage and ambition, moments before that fateful bet, make me go batshit insane <3
















