you will always be a monster
there is no turning back from it
there is no turning back from it
Gazing down upon him and seeing such boyish and youthful features is almost humorous. They both hide sharp edges and monstrous delights beneath the cover of human skin. Though his efforts and kindness are all that have reached her ears, Nephele doubts Ludo would have chosen a demigod that could not achieve that which it wanted done.
“She cares for those who do so in return,” Nephele agrees, melting minutely as he says all the right things. Not that she trusts the words of humans at face value, when their tongues are poisonous worms that lie with unnatural ease.
Her lip curls like a jungle cat at the mention of the Ascended. “What you have created to dissuade them thus far is admirable. Your presence as her protector more so. But I believe more can be done.” She slips off the branch as if gravity has never been a physical force exerted upon her in her life, descending to stand before him where he reclines against the tree. “You are a dissuasion unto yourself, yes, but you are Ludo’s right hand. You cannot remain here eternally without sacrificing your purpose.” Tilting her chin to meet his gaze, seemingly unaware of the height difference between them, Nephele considers the demigod. “I wish to help. Please, tell me of your plans, that I may assist you in protecting our home.” The words are chosen meaningfully. A welcoming of Remi where few humans have ever swayed her. A tentative offer to strike up the bare bones of kinship.
“She cares for those who do so in return,” Nephele agrees, melting minutely as he says all the right things. Not that she trusts the words of humans at face value, when their tongues are poisonous worms that lie with unnatural ease.
Her lip curls like a jungle cat at the mention of the Ascended. “What you have created to dissuade them thus far is admirable. Your presence as her protector more so. But I believe more can be done.” She slips off the branch as if gravity has never been a physical force exerted upon her in her life, descending to stand before him where he reclines against the tree. “You are a dissuasion unto yourself, yes, but you are Ludo’s right hand. You cannot remain here eternally without sacrificing your purpose.” Tilting her chin to meet his gaze, seemingly unaware of the height difference between them, Nephele considers the demigod. “I wish to help. Please, tell me of your plans, that I may assist you in protecting our home.” The words are chosen meaningfully. A welcoming of Remi where few humans have ever swayed her. A tentative offer to strike up the bare bones of kinship.
but what type of monster you become
is entirely up to you
is entirely up to you
