He gasped at its colossal devilish structure. He swore he could see a clear night sky, with strange shapes and designs. Water was trickling off somewhere and echoing all throughout the castle. "Hello?" Maurice came in further. "Hello~~~o?" He thought he heard whispering and thought of a pardon. "I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my horse, and I need a place to stay for the night." His voiced also echoed. And he stood still as he thought the demon statues were smirking at him.
On a table near the door way, a walking candle stick, and miniature chime clock were arguing. "Aww, Cogsworth have a heart." The clock shushed the candle, and the candle used his little flaming hand to burn Cogsworth's hand over his mouth. "Well of course monsieur, your welcome here." The candle was on the table nearest corner to the door, and Maurice grabbed him to see who was talking, without knowing it was actually the candle talking.
"Who said that?" He turned one direction.
"Over here!" The candle announced.
"Where?" Maurice asked. Then the candle tapped him on the head.
"Alow." He said in a funny monotone. Maurice gasped and dropped him on the floor. The candles little flames went out.
"Incredible." Maurice spoke. The clock leaped from the table.
"Well, now you've done it Lumiere, splendid, just peachy! Ahh!" Cogsworth yelled as Maurice picked him up and examined him inquisitively.
"How is this accomplished?" He began shaking the clock and Lumiere tried not to laugh at his suffering friend. Maurice was twisting the hands on Cogsworth's face. And the clock whinned in pain. Maurice opened the door to the clock and began playing with the rod that moved back and forth.
"Sir, close that at once! Do you mind?!" He glared.
"I'm sorry, its just I've never seen a talk-" He began huffing, and with once great sneeze he rubbed his nose, as he was prone to colds. He set Cogsworth down, and Lumiere smiled.
"Oh, you are soaked to the bone Monsieur, come, warm yourself by the fire." Lumiere lead him down a hall. Not knowing his unmercifull master was glaring at them from the to of his wing.
"Thank you." He replied with a stuffed nose.
"No, no, no, you know what the master would do. I demand you to top right there!" Cogsworth held onto Maurice's cape, but it slipped from his tiny grasp, and he fell down the steps. He watched in horror as Maurice sat in the Master's chair.
"Oh, no, no. Not the Master's chair-" Sweet barking of a footstool came down the hall. "I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this!" Cogsworth held his eyes shut, as a little red footstool greeted the guest.
"Well, hello there boy." Maurice rubbed its back, and it ran beneath his tire, wornout feet. A coat hanger came in and put on a snuggly warm blancket over him. He thanked him kindly.
"That's it! I'm in charge around he-" A cart ran Cogsworth over, and he was flat faced on the ground. A fat little white teapot and small teacup were on the tray.
"Would you like a spot of tea sir? It'll warm you up soon enough." She poured into the little teacup that had a unique chip on one side.
"No-" Cogsworth's voice was muffled, still flat on the floor. "No tea!" He pointed at the Tea pot.
The little teacup giggled. "His mustache tickles Mama!"
"Oh, Hello-" Maurice greeted heartily, until the doors flew open with a crash, and the warm fire was burned out with a swift gust of wind. The servants gasped as their master snarled, and walked in the room. His eyes glowed red with his curse, and he sniffed the room. The teapot and tea cup froze in terror.
"Theres a stranger in here." He hissed in a young demon like voice. His claws clicking on the marble floor.
"Master, allow me to explain, the gentleman was lost in the wood and-" Lumiere pleaded, till the demon gnashed his razor sharp k-9's, and thundered the greatest most horrifying growl Maurice could have never hoped to here. Like a band of a thousand wolves charging to create such bloodshed. It was truly a house of demons.
"Master, I would like to take this moment to say...I was against this from the start, it was all Lumiere's fault, I tried to stop him but do they listen to me? No, no, n-" The demon growled again only higher as if he didn't make it clear enough he wasn't taking excuses. Maurice looked to his right, and didn't see any monster, but to his left, his nose just grazed the prickly fur of a grizzly sized, wolf demon, with coal black horns, blood red eyes. He shook violently as the giant saber fangs and razorback tusks were aimed for his neck.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?!" His booming voice sent Maurice on the other side of the chair, and the beast looked over, breathing heavily on his entire body. He was absolutely massive and filled with such anger and power. Maurice was backing away as hard as it could, but the fear was tempting his every cell to freeze.
"I-I-I-I was lost in the woods and-" He looked to the front door.
"Your not lost out here!" He mocked, baring his teeth.
"I-I-I'm sorry." Maurice pleaded. "I just needed someplace to stay."
The demon, stood on his back legs, he wore a giant soft leather copper cape, clipped by a medallion on the creatures deep dark brown furry chest, and tattered blue pants. He towered over Maurice, with glowing red eyes, and the fur on his neck stood so high, it looked like the hunch of a boar. He smirked to one side. "I should just kill you. I'm sure there's a nice place for you were ever you deserve to go. With a warm fireplace, humble slaves...and a nice comfortable chair." He growled deeply within his chest.
"No, please! I just-please!!" He began to sob, and the beast frowned.
"Fine, that place to goof for you? I guess your just going to have to rot in the dungeon then." He grabbed Maurice by the nape of his neck, and dragged him off to the cold, murky hellhole.