"Lord Frederick?" A servant man with a deep french accent pointed at the giant door of his castle. "A beggar." The lord cursed, as he was in his pajamas. He put on his giant copper cape to keep the bitter snow outside from nipping at his porcelain skin. He peaked his head out of the door and saw an age old beggar lady. She was hunched over, and repulsive. Her lips were purple from the almost negative chill, her hands were skin on bone, and luckily a long coat kept her hideous body out of Lord Fredereick's Jade colored eyes. Her snarled at her, and pointed his finger out to the forest.
"Please sir...in return I will give you this rose." She held a small baby rose. Its bud tipped with a crimson red as it was preparing to bloom.
"Get out!" He ordered, his voice boomed in the night. Though he was no more than 20 years of age.
"Please sir, don't mistake me for my appearance. As beauty is found within." She said kindly.
"Get out!" He pointed again to the forest until, her hideous form melted away and bloomed into a beautiful enchantress.
"Vile Prince, you have not a hint of love in your cold heart." Her voice was like bell chimes, her gown was fine emerald silk that fell to the floor floating like it would in water. Her golden hair fell in waves all down her body. She held the rose in between her first and middle finger letting its tip caress her face like a paint brush. "Shall I make you the beast you truly are?" Her rose lips turned up.
"No, Angel of Beauty, please, please forgive me! I have wronged you, I will do anything, anything!!" He pleaded. Then fell to his knees, holding his cupped hands up to her abdomen.
"No matter Prince, I see no love in your heart, and as punishment, you will live the rest of your days as a beast of nightmares." She hissed, and touched him with the tip of the rose. He screamed in agony, as his spine snapped up and down, changing size and shape. His legs and arms seized, and black claws formed on his fingers. He shook as he lay on the stone cold floor gazing at his changing hands. They grew violent with dark brown fur, his skin felt like billion of needles were stabbing into him, and his body grew in large mass with muscle. The rips and tears of clothing drowned his ears if not his howling in pain. The claws on his fingers and beastly toes grew longer and thicker. The heels of his hands were black with a thin padding as well as his feet. He threw his head backwards when his teeth felt like they were rotting from his skull, filling his mouth until a long dark furred muzzle formed giving his giant fangs room, and he snarled and growled like a thousand wolves. His vision changed, as his jade eyes became red. Thick black demon horns snaked out off the top of his head pointing to the moon. Last his ears grew fur and came out like long prickly leaves. He heaved air in and out until his innards churned like a wirl pool, his inner and outward sickness forced him to lay unmoving on the floor. Turning white from the thickening snow.
The Enchantress gazed at the castle. "Beast, if you can learn to love another, and earn her love in return before your rose is a rose no more, your spell on you, your servants, and home will be broken, if not, you will remain this form for all time." She held her arms open to the castle as it changed to a mansion of demons, the humble french servant gasped as he fell and saw he was but a walking candle holder, with little lit flames for hands, he tried hopping to his Master, but the horrific cries of the other servants distracted him, and the mansion was bathed in darkness. Growls and snarls of demons filled the castle, an alternate sky filled the ceiling, showing strange spheres with different colors, and smaller spheres, the servant candle stick guessed as moons. The marble floor was like reflective water, showing the sky above. The angle peirs, statues and wall illustrations turned into demons of nightmares. Yet once the servant looked apon his master, his sheer size, blood filled eyes, blood curdling horns, and bone crushing claws burned his little flames out. Lord Frederick was the most terrifying demon of all.