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Even Angels Have Their Wicked Scheme's
By Ebonydarkness25
Morning had only just started to break over the dark horizon, awakening the world from its previous dark of night. As the sun rose over the small village outside of Alicante, the sky was painted in pretty, glorious shades of red, gold, and pink. The cold, briskness air was instantly taken over by a much pleasanter temperature. Birds could be heard chirping, hidden in the dark bushes and trees. The sound of a rooster crowing could also be heard. This morning was especially happy and cheery at one house in particular, which resided on the distinct edge of the vast city. It just so happened to be the home of the well-known inventor Luke and his talented artist daughter, Clary. The house was small, but modest cottage with an wine colored roof, with light tan paint, with a small well and a water wheel. It rested nicely on a tiny grassy hill.
On the roof there were spinning contraptions, clearly indicating that the family which lived there had an inventor who was constantly coming up with new, bright ideas for the future. Sunlight shone radiantly into a small glass window, its cheerful yellow; gentle rays peaking in through the thin glass, as it came to rest on the chestnut oak wood floor. The walls were painted a pretty dark red color, above the narrow bed displayed a painted portrait of apples and flowers framed in silver and gold. A incredibly small glass oil lamp sat on the light brown wood nightstand by the bed, and a half melted candle in a small pewter candle holder was there as well on the right side. A dark brown leather satchel lay on the stand as well.
Across from the bed was a massive dark brown oak desk, with a pretty light blue suede chair. Scattered across the desk's surface were papers and paint brushes. Beside the bed was a slight wind up clock. On the bed's left side was a dark green lounge sofa, decorated with green and gray pillows. The bed itself was made up of drawn cotton and dark green sheets, with a pretty emerald cover, embroidered with a silver and white lily design across the middle and bottom. Two large white pillows sat at the head of the bed. Red hair stuck out from underneath the comforter, and a lump lay across underneath it. Clary lay asleep, her head propped up against the left pillow while she slept soundly. A bookcase sat at the far end of her room in the corner near the door which was ajar.
Clary woke up just a few moments later. Her green eyes blinking, as she allowed her groggy mind to focus. Shifting her legs over to the right-hand side of the bed, she yawned, while extending her arms up into the air. Gradually she felt her sense of touch which was slowly starting to return. She knew and sensed inside that there was going to be an adventure today, as she shifted her right leg it suddenly brushed up against something hard.
Looking at the bottom, she noticed the piles of books and sketches scattered across the rug. The pile had grown continuously over the last few weeks, and each and every day she reminded herself that each held it's very own unique story behind it. Her green eyes looked across the room, and caught her reflection in the glass mirror of her vanity. The girl staring back was a absolute mess. Her dark red hair was a tangled, knotted mess and looked as if a tornado had ripped its way through it. She quickly jumped out of bed, still dressed in her short nightgown which had straps and sprinted towards the bathroom.
After using the toilet, she quickly shed her nightgown and walked over towards the wash basin near the mirror. It was a small marble bowl with a pitcher and fluffy towel. Pouring some water into the bowl, she quickly splashed it on her face, washing her face and neck. The touch of the cold water felt soothing and pleasant, as she quickly cleaned herself up. Her thoughts drifted towards the previous year and a half, of how her father had spent the last few months working very hard to save enough money in order make sure they were established for the future and that Clary wouldn't be penniless when he died.
Luke was working on a device which would carry out the task of cutting wood easier. In fact, he'd been at work on it for almost a while, more like five months. He constantly was making repairs and little adjustments to the machine. Clary knew her father was very close to finding a breakthrough; and of course, Clary was more than supportive. After washing her hair, body and skin, she exited the bathroom and wrapped a large fluffy around her body. Opening the dresser at the other end of the room, she began looking for an outfit to wear.
Throwing on a spare pair of black lace underwear, a chemise, she decided on an off the shoulder white cotton billowy shirt with the shelves, rolled up, a black and red bodice which laced up in the front, with small shoulder straps, a long, straight black skirt which fell down to her ankles, and a simple pair of black flats. After drying her hair, she quickly got dressed, and closed it once she was one, and started to dry her hair.
After brushing her long dark red curls, she quickly put her back into a simple bun, securing it with a blue hair ribbon, and headed out of her room into the hallway. As she walked down the long hallway, she picked up anything that was on the floor or left out-of-place. She kept a constant, vigilant eye out for these things because her father was out in the courtyard finishing the morning chores. Luke was a exceptionally hardworking man, who dedicated most of his time to his family, and also to his love of inventing.
He and his daughter had entered into an agreement when it came to the chores which needed to be done every day: Luke would take care of the outside chores which included: feeding and tending to the animals, gathering the eggs, milking the cow, feeding/slopping the hogs, weeding, planting, sweeping the barn, porch, washing the windows, scrubbing down the steps, trimming the lawn and bushes, doing the laundry, both scrubbing, washing, drying and hanging, picking the vegetables and fruits, and making dinner.
While Clary would undertake the inside chores which included: washing the dishes, dusting the house, sweeping and scrubbing the stairs, terrace, the porch, waxing the floors, make sure each room was spick and span, mending/sewing any torn clothing, household items, making the beds, cooking breakfast and lunch, mopping the floor, dusting the drapes, watering the plants, cleaning the chimney, and the fireplace, and lastly making sure the kitchen was clean too.
The red-head immediately got right to her chores so that her father would be happy and she could go into town. Filling the kitchen sink with water, Clary rolled up the shelves to her dress and began scrubbing the dishes. Once those were done, she went about finishing her other chores which needed to be done and completed. Her red hair got loose from the bun, but she fixed it quickly without any problems. At last an hour later, she'd completed the very last chore.
Allowing a sigh of relief escape her lips, she sank down into one of the vacant chairs at the kitchen table. Every muscle in her body was aching sore again and she needed to rest for a few minutes. Acquiring a piece of paper from the hallway's desk drawer along with a pen; she directly wrote him a note informing him that she was going into town to buy some groceries and more paint supplies, and she would be dropping by the library to acquire some more books, and telling him she would be back soon.
She signed the note telling her father she loved him and carefully placed it on the counter in the kitchen, subconsciously knowing he would discover it there. A small brown wicker basket sat on the counter next to the cookstove. Clary placed her borrowed books in the basket, quickly heading out of the house. She secured the door behind her, a smile formed on her face as she breathed in the fresh, late fall air, and listened to the animals all around her. A couple of birds flew by chirping loudly.
Going down the stone steps towards the grass, she walked along the dirt road. At that moment, she was merely going into town to return the borrowed library book for something new. Quickening her pace, she walked over to the cobblestone road and began walking through the canopy of brightly colored oak, apples and ash trees.
The leaves on the trees were beginning to change colors, and she shivered slightly, knowing that she would have to start dressing warm because winter was coming. Brocelind Forest stood in the far off distance, the tall, towering tree's stood high, stretching right towards the sky. The towering, towering blue mountains capped with snow.
As she continued walking, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to something in which she'd been thinking about over the last few days. She'd started noticing really how small the village was compared to the vast city of Alicante. How each and every day was so plain and boring, with the same routines being repeated over and over.
Refusing to say any of this out loud or complain about it, she couldn't help but sigh and roll her eyes at how dull, dreary, colorless, and lackluster life was in this place. In one's heart she knew that there had to be more than this. She secretly wished for a life full of endless adventure, places to explore and to get lost in, finding and learning something new.
She hummed softly, the redhead walked over the long, stone bridge which led into town, finally at reaching the village she knew, therefore, a great deal well. Everything in it remained and stayed exactly the same, the same houses and shops which lined the streets, the long dirt street which extended all the way through the town, a couple of trees's scattered all over the place, the various stalls and carts used for selling goods and the tall clock tower in the center square.
Clary smiled, walking along the sidewalk slowly, swinging her basket in her hand. A gentle breeze picked up, making her dress move in the wind.
"Good morning Clary!" the baker said just a few feet away; he opened the door to the shop and kitchen, which smelled heavenly of various baked goods. He was transporting loaves of freshly baked bread on a tray, which he put on a tray as he walked by Clary, and at the same time waved at a man pushing a wheelbarrow full of pumpkins, squashes, and watermelons in which he would sell at the marketplace.
"Hey there Clarissa," the baker called to her again, this time capturing her attention. He currently stood behind the modest open counter of the street shop he owned, setting up the bread, donuts, cakes, and other delicious pastries in hopes that their intoxicating aroma might interest a potential customer walking by.
"Good morning Eric," she replied, quickly walking over to him.
"Where are you off to this morning kiddo?"
"The book shop again," she replied, taking the blue covered book out of her basket, beaming happily,"I completely finished the most incredible and remarkable story: About a exceptionally tall beanstalk which grew from a set of magic beans and an ogre who tried"
"Yeah, yeah, that's terrific," Eric waved a dismissive hand rebuffing her off, obviously he wasn't listening and clearly ignoring the red-head."Walter, the cupcakes and brownies are done, hurry up!"
Clary sighed, but continued to smile. It was just another typical day in the village of people pretending to listen and be interested in what she had to say. As she continued walking down the street, she clearly overheard some old women gossiping about themselves, about the weather, but as soon as she walked by the subject instantly changed.
"See, I told you, she's such an odd girl," the first one said.
"Absolutely, she's so queer and strange. The unfortunate thing doesn't seem to fit in here anywhere among the various classes and groups of people. Her head has been constantly as a result to a great extent up in the clouds, and she's always daydreaming Psh!"her friend replied.
Clary rolled her green eyes and continued to walk. Most of the townspeople were right about her, she was odd and strange compared to so many of the other girls who lived in the village. She loved learning new things each and every day, and many of the townspeople enjoyed celebrating the various holidays and festivals which came and went. They would feast and dance while she did enjoy dancing, she would stay on the sidelines.
She preferred to stay at home and paint, while also getting lost in a delightful book, and training and practicing fighting demons with her father. Clary loved training and studying and reading up on the origins of shadowhunters and what it meant to truly be one. She recognized people saw and perceived her as a strange, distracted and out-of-place person, but she didn't care.
A horse drawn wagon filled to the brim with hay went on by, she promptly started to run, and leapt onto the back of it, as the wagon headed towards her destination. As it rolled down the street, she watched everyone around her as they went about doing their normal business like they constantly did.
Standing at the counter inside the butcher's shop was a pretty blonde woman, purchasing a pound of meat for a fancy dinner party she would be throwing later on that night. Her eyes were blazing with happiness as she talked to the butcher. The butcher's assistant was there as well, and he seemed extremely delighted at the sight of the beauty before him.
"Will that be all, mademoiselle?" the man asked, wrapping the meat up into a bundled up package and handing it to her.
"Absolutely, thank you so much," she replied.
"Bonjour madam," the assistant said. He was a stocky man with reddish-brown hair and a mustache. His gray eyes were tawny, intense of lust for the woman in front of him.
"How is your wife, sir?" she asked. Sure enough, the baker turned the other way and saw exactly what was going on, and suddenly brought the rolling-pin he'd been using down on the man's head, snapping the sapless idiot out of his trance.
Next door was the barber's shop, where a man sat cutting a customer's hair. A woman holding a bunch of screaming babies in her arms, trying to manage them was buying a bunch of eggs and bottles of milk from the stand. She clearly was attempting to secure a affordable price on the items.
Clary hopped off the wagon. It felt so good to be standing on her own feet again. "I wonder if every day will consistently be the same. There has to be more than just this lifeless and mundane life," before entering the bookstore.
A bell sounded above the door, signaling the owner that a customer had come in. The bookstore was a quaint little shop which resided just across from the clothing store. Clary absolutely loved the store, as she breathed in the familiar scent of the books mixed with the freesia and jasmine, two scents the owner loved.
"Well hello again Clary," the bookstore owner Abraham said. He was a squat more elderly gentleman with glasses, hazel eyes, and a pleasant smile which would light up a room. He seemed to be the sole person in town who completely understood her.
"Good morning Abraham," she said with a bright smile, "I've come to return the book I borrowed from you."
He acquired the book from her and placed it on the countertop, "Finished with it all ready? You're quite the devoted reader, my dear," a chuckle escaped his lips.
"I couldn't put it down at all to be honest with you. I learned so a great deal about art and its rich history. Has anything new come in?"she asked, climbing the ladder to one of the shelves.
"Not since yesterday love."
She laughed, "That's all right" Her green eyes fell upon a book that she'd not once seen in front, with a extremely intriguing title. "Once Upon A Time: A Collection Of Fairy Tales."Picking it up from the row, she handed it to Abraham, "I'll borrow this one."
He lowered his glasses, "This one eh? It's a fairy tale, not an educational book on shadowhunting, demons or fighting."
"Oh, but fairy tales are my absolute favorite," she sighed dreamily, sliding the ladder across the shelves. "Far off places, mythical creatures, dashing sword fights, wicked villains, magic spells, a gorgeous prince..."
"Well my dear," he said, gently placing his hand against her back, as she climbed back down to the floor and towards the door, "If you like it that then it's yours."
Clary looked at him completely in awe, "No...I couldn't..."
"I insist."
She beamed happily, turning her back towards the crowd, "Well, thank Abraham, thank you very much!"
Clary felt in the inside of her body immediately turn warm, as she felt as if a ray of sunlight shone right through her, as she held her now prized possession in her hands, opening the book and began reading the first chapter. As much as she loved reading everything there was to know about art, there was nothing she liked more than a good, old fairy-tale adventure.
A story that had the ability to take you to all sorts of different places, out of the boring village she was born in and off somewhere where great adventure and surprises awaited.
She turned onto another street corner, more people continued to gossip about her.
"That Clary girl is what's the word, I'm looking for...very peculiar."
"Honestly, you're right as usual, she literally looks like her head is far up in the clouds, and it's never going to come down."
"Always having her little nose stuck in a book."
Clary laughed, "Wow so the evil uncle was the one behind the spell. I hope Maya meets her handsome prince," she said, accidentally repeating her own imaginative thoughts out loud, as she passed by two children playing jumping rope. Patting the head of one, she almost ran into the fountain in the center of town.
"Literally, it's no surprise every single man in this town drools over that red-headed freak," said a woman trying on a hat inside of a shop.
"Her looks don't match up to her face or that skinny twiggy body of hers," the man behind the counter merely rolled his eyes and scowled.
Clary disregarded them, and continued walking.
Overhead in the light sky, a flock of wild birds were flying over the city. They soared easily and freely through the sky, in a perfect triangle formation. A group of hunters stood in the middle of the town square, firing their rifles at them, all missing by an inch. Only one of them actually hit the challengers target mark, and that was Sebastian Velrac. He smirked, as the bird fell from the sky. He motioned for his servant, Mark Blackthorn to retrieve it.
Mark was significantly smaller and shorter than Sebastian, his tiny legs pounded against the ground, holding an empty sack open. A grin formed on his face, as the bird fell onto the ground. His grin fell, as he had missed by a mere inch. He glared at the duck, his brown eyes narrowing into slits like it was the bird's fault for him not being able to capture it. He stuffed it into the bag, and scurried back over to his master.
"Wow, that was such a excellent, flawless shot Sebastian. You're the most skilled hunter in the world!"he said.
Sebastian stood in the shade of a building, his dark black eyes gleaming with pride. He carefully blew into the front of his rifle, making the smoke and smell go away. He was a tall man, with white snowy hair, a long angular face with high prominent cheekbones and full lips. He was tall with a slender build, but a muscular frame.
He shook his hair in the wind, as it picked up making the ends shine in the bright sun, while his black eyes gleamed with a pure vain smugness and all out pride.
"I know Mark," he quickly said pushing the coat he wore aside and started walking away.
"No man or beast alive stands a mere chance against you," Mark said, he let out a grunt, trying to manage the weight of the game Sebastian was making the poor boy carry."Oh, and may I mention no girl for that matter."
"That is true, Mark," he replied, placing an arm around the small boy's shoulders, pointing the end of his gun at something in the distance. "I've had my sights set on that one for a long time."
The small black-haired boy followed his master's lustful gaze, until it landed on Clary, who was busy reading a chapter from her book. Her red hair blew in the wind, as she headed back to her house.
"You mean Luke's the inventor's daughter?"
"Of course my young, fine, brainless, useless friend," Sebastian grinned proudly, "She's the one! The lucky girl I'm going to marry and live happily ever after with."
"I know she is beautiful, but haven't you heard all the rumors."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, "That makes her the absolute very best,"as the end barrel of his master's gun suddenly whacked the poor boy over his head, "And don't I deserve the BEST?"he repeated his sentence with a growl, grabbing Mark by the collar of his blue shirt lifting him off the ground.
"Well, the answer to that is quite simple. Of course you do but."
"Shut up you worthless little worm," Sebastian said, dropping him to the ground, and turned back resuming the lustful look for Clary.
"From the very first moment I met her, I realized she is the most beautiful, perfect person besides myself, and I have to marry her and make her my own."
The self-absorbed hunter took a mere moment to admire his reflection in a frying pan which hung on a peg in the blacksmith's shop, and gasped in surprise as he suddenly realized that Clary had managed to slip through his fingers yet again, and was several yards away, and went after her.
A scowl remained on his face. He wasn't surprised as he walked by the local water pump, where three girls stood off to the side, admiring him. He was used to girls fawning over, gushing, and battering their eyelids at him like love-sick puppies. One of the girls, Kaelie a pretty blonde with bright blue baby doll eyes, wearing a tight pink sleeveless dress, which had a dark pink tied around her hair, and pink heels let the water run over.
She held a bucket in her hands, while Seelie her sister, who wore a blue gown, similar to her's, and Sonja, the other who was in all yellow, leaned against the handle, accidentally spraying some water out all over Max who was passing by.
"Look! Look! Look! There he is!"Sonja yelled, at the top of her lungs, before Seelie clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Ssh! Do you want us to look like complete idiots? Sonja I love you, but you seriously need to pipe down. But oh, there goes my handsome hero," she sighed.
Kaelie giggled like a silly school girl, "I know girls isn't he super dreamy? Be still my heart!"
Seelie snickered, "Yes, more like a hunkalicious huge chunk of man meat."
Sebastian's black eyes took in the whole busy scene around him, his gaze still set on Clary, as he continued to pursue her. The girls by the water pump winked at him, he smiled waving to them and they fainted, falling into a swoon. He was used to girls fawning over him, and he excepted the girl he was after to act no different. He knew Clary wouldn't be able to resist him. The streets buzzed with activity, as he tried to get through.
Finally at last, the crowded started to break up, as he slipped into one of the alleyways. A barrel sat on the ground which he used as a boost to easily haul himself onto a roof to the one of the houses, moving across the tops to get to his prize. He overheard the people still talking about her, as she walked past him with a book in her hands but rolled his eyes, and smirked, finally getting to the last roof.
He didn't care about her personality, which interested her, or even who she was as a person. The only thing he truly cared about was that she was beautiful, and that was it, and that she would do everything he said without question when they were married. It wasn't like he was going to engage in any kind of meaningful or deep conversation with her. He jumped down from the roof, landing perfectly in front of her.
"Hello Clarissa."
Clary let out a groan. She silently wondered why she always had to be in the presence of a self-absorbed pompous hunter, but still she still had to be nice to him.
"Hello Sebastian," she said politely before resuming her gaze to the page she'd been reading and ignored him. This did not exude a nice reaction from him.
Sebastian snatched the book out of her hands, holding it high in the air so that she wouldn't be able to reach it. He flipped through the pages and raised an eyebrow at the lack of pictures.
"Sebastian, may I have my book back please?" she asked.
"Honestly, how can you read this love? There are no illustrations or pictures," he said, shaking it as if he thought one would appear.
"Well, some people have to use their imaginations."
He rolled his eyes in response to her words, before tossing the book over his shoulders. It sailed through the air, landing in a puddle of mud. "Clary, it's honestly about time you got your head out of these books and started paying attention to more important things. Like me," as he stood in front of the puddle, thereby preventing her from getting it out.
She got to her knees and quickly reached around his black boots, getting it out. Picking it up with her fingers, she quickly used her apron to wipe off the mud while he continued ranting on, and she didn't bother paying attention.
"It's just not right or natural for a woman to be reading or writing. Pretty soon she starts getting these crazy, insane ideas."
"Like she's smart and has a brain? Oh Sebastian, you are positivity, and so deliciously evil," she said, trying not to gag.
He smiled, "Why thank you Clarissa, you are much to kind," he said putting an arm around her shoulders, and began leading her back towards the village.
"Wha'd ya say you and I go over to the tavern and you can take a look at all the trophies I've collected."
"Maybe some other time," Clary said, as she attempted to get free of his grasp, but he was stronger than her. "I have to get home right away, and help my father. Goodbye," she managed to wiggle out of his grip and started off towards the house.
"That crazy old loon? He needs all the help he can get!"Mark said, as he and Sebastian started laughing.
Clary's green eyes narrowed, "Don't you ever talk about my father that way!"
"Yeah you idiot, don't talk about her father that way!" Sebastian roared, using his fist to knock Max out.
"My father is not crazy or insane, he's a genius trying to make his life long dream come true!"
All of a sudden, the sound of an explosion echoed throughout the village. Clary turned around to see smoke coming out of the windows and doors of her home. Gathering up her skirts, she took off running towards her house, leaving Sebastian and Mark behind her laughing. Mark reached up and hugged Sebastian, who slapped his hands away and continued laughing.
Throwing open the doors to the basement, she was greeted with a bunch of smoke which blew right into her face. The sound of clanking and someone struggling to catch their breath could be heard. Luke had fallen over onto his face, with his legs sticking up in the air, as he tried to get out of a barrel which he was trapped in.
"Dad?" she called into the room.
"How in the Angel did that happen?" Luke grumbled, as he stood up on his own two feet, trying to get the remaining barrel pieces off. He had tugged at the wood rectangles before they finally came loose and he was free from their confines. He wore a button up black shirt, brown trousers, and black shoes plus a brown apron filled with different tools and a set of googly glasses and a headband was around the top of his head.
"Are you all right?" Clary asked.
"I'm fine dearest, but I'm just about to give up on this stinking hunk of junk," he said.
She smiled, "Dad, you always say that."
"I mean it this time sweetie, this stupid thing has pushed me to my limits."
Clary put her hands around his shoulders, "I know you can do it, you're smart and gifted, and you're so going to win first prize tomorrow at the fair. And did I mention? You'll become a world-famous inventor."
"Hmph, yeah right you think so?" he grumbled, while also smirking.
"I know so."
The enthuasium returned to his face, "All right no more sitting' around. Hand me that wrench thing over there," he said. She quickly did, walking around the large contraption.
"Did you have a nice time in town today?"
Clary sighed, "Yes. I got a new book. Dad, do you think I'm odd or strange?"
Luke slid out from underneath the invention he'd been working on, his brown eyes wide all thanks to the goggles he wore.
"My daughter, an oddball? Now where in the world would you get an idea like that Clare?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. People look at me like I'm a strange messed up freak who doesn't really belong in this town. There's no one for me to really talk or relate too."
"What about that Sebastian guy? He's a handsome fellow."
Clary rolled her eyes, "He's handsome all right, but so rude, conceited and just in love with himself. I don't know..."
"Well don't you worry, because once I fix this thing, it's going to the very start of a brand-new life for us," he replied.
"I think that's done it, now let's test it out."
Luke pulled the start handle on the machine, as it roared to life. It sputtered, bellowing the pumps, as the dials turned the right were a few squeaks and moans, but it started to work flawlessly. The axe at the end began to do its job right and not malfunction.
Pieces of perfectly cut wood flew through the air, landing on the pile stacked neatly against the wall.
"You did it! It works!"Clary cried.
"It does? Oh my goodness it does!"Luke said, holding his fist up into the air.
"Hitch up Wayfearer girl, I'm off to the fair!" he let out a happy yell, before a piece of wood accidentally went flying at his head, hitting him.
Soon Luke's invention was all set onto a cart, and he was leaving on their beautiful dark brown horse.
"Goodbye Dad, good luck!" Clary called out to him, as he pulled away. The cart moved easily through the two front wooden gates, the wheels on the cart staying in place.
"Goodbye my darling, take good care while I'm gone!" he said, waving to her.
Clary leaned against the fence, smiling proudly at her father's accomplishment. He deserved to be happy after working so hard, but little did she know of the danger and trouble he was about to get himself into. She went back inside and quickly made herself something to eat and drink.
As she sat at the table, she prayed to God that he would help and guide her father, so that his dream would come true. And someday she would be able to find adventure and happiness. To be in a place where she would loved and accepted. She sat by the window, looking up at the pale moonlight. Little did she know, fate was all ready had a plan set into motion.
Outside on his balcony, Jace sat looking up at the stars, which were twinkling brightly in the night sky. His golden eyes stared up at the full, pale moon too. He wondered even if there was such a girl out there who would love him for who he was as person. To see the man behind the beastly monster, he now was. Looking behind him, he noticed the rose was starting to wilt. Time was running out, and he had to make it happen. Or he would remain like this. Forever.
