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A/N:Hello there, this is my first fic in this new account. I was listening to The Beast, sung by Nano, composed by Spectacle-P, for the 5th time today and could not help but to do a Beauty and the Beast AU! Ahaha! I am sorry if my English isn't strong enough. It is not my first language.
This is a test fic, I will eventually delete this if it is no good or anything.
EDIT: THIS HAS BEEN EDITED.
Ratings will go up, eventually.
Prologue:
Once upon a time, long ago in a kingdom of what once, and never to be forgotten. A land lush with vegetation. Birthplace of many folktales, and myths. The land where most would refer to the term of 'the grass is greener'. Happy citizens, fertile land, and healthy cattle. They lived an almost carefree life, it was everything that one could ask for.
There lived a prince in the castle on the hilltop. The castle that was made with marble, and stone. Flowers bloomed at every season. Small animals visited the castle's gardens occasionally.
However, the prince was selfish, dense, arrogant, very much of an ingrate, and cruel. He was blessed with a charming face, hair of the wheat-gold, eyes that reminded many of the glittering ocean. He had everything that he could wish for; a kingdom, ready to be taken over, butlers and maids at his disposal, and his nation had healthy alliances with the neighboring nation. Maidens fell for him left and right, unaware of his true nature.
The King and Queen pondered at when they had gone wrong with the boy. They eventually gave up though.
Monsoon months came along. An old lady came to the castle door, desperately looking for shelter as it stormed in the outside. She begged to the prince that she was to stay for the night, but the prince shook his head and sent the lady away out of disgust. Not even suggesting that she should stay with the horses.
Soon, this incident became a forgotten memory.
Years went by, the prince's behavior had gotten much worse. As the day that he was to be wed arrived, he only thought of the riches and kingdom that he would inherit. It was a wedding to strengthen the ties with a neighboring nation; a marriage that had no love. They were to be wed in the largest cathedral that their nation had. The King and Queen watched their only blood and flesh; their son, dressed by the maids in the finest silk with disappointment in their hearts.
Walking himself to the priest. The prince's future queen, walked down the isle with him. She had shoulder-length golden locks, her eyes were a minty-green that brimmed with innocence. She was dressed beautifully in satin and velvet.
The prince tuned out from the priest's speech due to boredom, and paid no attention to the maiden that he was to wed. Smiling only to the mere thought that he would be inheriting such great things when the title of 'King' would be bestowed on him later. It would not be hard to rule over a kingdom that his parents had already prepared for his rulership.
He snapped out from his trance when the princess before him had squeezed his hands lightly. Turning to the priest; he managed to catch the priest's question. "Do you take, Lili Zwingli, to be your beloved wife, your Queen, and your maiden for the afterlife?"
Opening his mouth, ready to say yes, he was interrupted by the sudden gusts of wind that parted the doors open. The cathedral grew dark; flames on every candle extinguished by the the winds. Invited guests fell into panic, children cried.
Heartbeat quickening with every second; anxiety and fear took over the prince's heart. No, no, no, this was bad. His kingdom. His riches. Sea-blue eyes focused on the being that entered the building. What was once clear-blue skies from the outside, now overrun by dark clothes. Thunder rumbled within them. A strong scent of rain wafted into the building.
The being wore a dark cloak. Shaky, wrinkled hands took a hold of their owner's hood, and slowly slid it off; revealing an elderly woman underneath. She was cursed with sadding, and liverspotted skin. Crow's feet at the corners of eyes, face hideous with the abnormal amount of large moles.
"Who are you to disturb this ceremonious day?" The King's voice boomed. Echoing off the building's walls.
"I, the Witch of the Wastelands, your highness," The witch had a toothy smile. Her tone laced with malice.
"Leave immediately!" The prince took this chance to assert authority and tried to shoo the witch away. The King flinched at the identity of the old woman, everyone knew that they should not insult a witch; the Witch of the Wastelands was no exception. Everyone but the prince of course.
"Silence, fool!" The King hissed at his own son. Watching his own blood and flesh jump, and he bit his own lip in distaste. The king turned back to the witch, knowing that she was offended by the lack of invitation and the prince's behavior.
"Save your words, my king," The witch then pointed to the wheat-colored blonde prince.
"He, who knows no love, only wishes to own the kingdom," She started, taking a deep breath. Soulless black eyes piercing the sea-blues, the prince suddenly remembered that it was the same woman that he had seen long ago, the lady that he had sent away during the heavy rain.
"I curse thee, to live for as long with the desire to consume a maiden's heart at every century with a beast's appearance," The witch cackled, and tapped her foot, vanishing into thin air as the spell took place.
What was left unsaid that the kingdom immediately fell into peril. Lands became barren in an instant. Flora immediately withered, animals and people alike fell dead. Winter was the only season of the land.
The prince screamed, and screamed. Burning sensation all over, horns protruded from the sides of his head, nails grew into claws, fangs replaced his canines, his pupils grew into slits. A lion's tail erupted from the prince's tailbone. The pain was so great till the prince himself had fainted, only to wake up within his room.
Alone.
A/N: So sorry for making it so short, this is a test fic after all! I will come back and re-write if it you guys like it.
