Dreamer and the Demon
Prologue:
Once long ago, far off in an enchanted forest, there was a beautiful castle. Inside the castle was a prince. He had everything he wanted but his heart was cold and te prince was spoiled.
One night the prince was sitting around, a scowl on his face and his head resting on one hand. The fingers of his free hand thrummed the arm of his chair and he glared out the window at the chill air. There was suddenly a knock at the door. The servants were all in bed as it was a holiday and they were allowed the day off at least. the prince sighed and stood then walked over to the door. He opened it a bit so as to keep the cold winds outside and saw a woman standing out there in the cold. The woman was the ugliest he had ever seen but she held a rose in one of her wart covered hands. It was a mirical the thing did not wither and die in her presence.
"Please sir," The woman rasped, "Take this rose in exchange for granting me a nights stay."
The prince sneered at the gift.
"Get out of here, hag." He spat.
"Do not be fooled by appearences young prince." The woman warned. But the prince did not heed her warning and he dismissed her again.
The third time he tried to send the old woman out of his sight, her ugliness melted away to reveal the enchantress, Isis. She was not pleased with the prince. He tried to appologize to the enchantress but she had seen his heart was cold. And so she tranceformed into a demon.
"Because you have no love and your cold heart, I here by tranceform you into a demon." She said. Then with a wave of magic the tranceformation began.
His hands became claw-like, and his hears became long and almost like a bats'. He grew fangs and more claws on his feet, tearing his clothes. Two long straight horns grew from under his hair and a lizard-like tail snaked out from behind. His legs became more like an anthro and he was forced to stand on the balls of his feet. Lastly two large bat-like wings with blade tips sprouted from his back and the pupils of his eyes became vertical slits.
When the tranceformation was over the demon was panting from exaustion from the pain it caused. He then looked to his hands and saw their new form. He fled to his room, ashamed by his monsterous form and in his rage tore long gashes into a portrait of him.
Isis had also put the spell upon the whole of the castle, and the forest it was in. The demon locked himself away in his caslte, his only contact to the outside world was an enchanted pendant, the Millenium Puzzle, which could show him anything he chose, the other thing he kept was the rose Isis had given him. If the last petal of the rose was to fall then he would be doomed to remain a demon for all eternity. But if he were to find love then the curse would be lifted. But who could ever love a demon?