Prince's Beast

Prince’s Beast

Prologue

“You called for me?” a silky voice whispered from behind.

Chief Maurice spun around and his stomach churned at the sight of the thing standing before him.

“No. I do not need your help, Beast,” he spat, scowling.

“Really? Then I shall just leave and let your poor little village go up in smoke!” the thing grinned, flashing it’s –her- fangs.

“No. Wait. You will help me?” he narrowed his eyes, glaring at the Beast.

“With a price, of course. Every wish comes with a price,” she stated, leaning against the pillar.

Maurice stared at the Beast, considering the options. He had no idea what the Beast wanted from him. His heart? His soul? His life? Yet, if he does not make the deal, his village will die.

This thing, woman, whatever, was infamous throughout lands. She was known for her cruel and inhumane actions, bringing about misery and pain. Tales of horror were spread across lands about her. No one knew her name and so they simply referred her to “Beast”, after her appearance. She was the one to look for when one was desperate for help.

The Beast was the least attractive person Maurice had ever met. She had skin the colour of ashes, so grey that it couldn’t be the colour of human. Scales covered her skin, just like a dried fish. Black thick lines were engraved all over her body, curling and twisting. She had a bulbous nose that seemed to be too big for her face. Her almond eyes were a dangerous shade of blood red, very much like a devil’s. Her teeth were sharp, like fangs.

She wore a long black robe that covered most of her body hiding any signs of femininity.  The only clue to her gender other than her voice was her hair. She had a head of long luxurious ebony hair that reached her hips. She had a right swept fringe, covering her forehead. Her hair was the only part of her that was close to being attractive, if she had bothered to tidy them up.

“Well, what are you waiting for? I have no patience.”

“L-Let’s make a deal. You protect my village from King Damian and I will pay your price,” Maurice took a deep breath and tried to stop his voice from wavering.

“Well, the price is the apple of your eye, your daughter, Belle.” The Beast snickered, her fingers entwining together with glee.

“What? No. No! The deal is off!” Maurice shouted, fear haunting his eyes. He had his sword drawn, and pointed it at her neck.

“Really? I always get what I want. So, see you soon!” the Beast smirked and disappeared with a puff of purple smoke.

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“Papa, we have to make the deal!” Belle begged, rushing after her father.

“No. We can defend ourselves,” Maurice growled, banging the table with his fist.

“Papa, don’t stubborn. We need her. We are fighting a losing battle and you know that! If she doesn’t help us, the whole village will perish,” Belle argued desperately.

“No Belle, I cannot lose you.”

“Papa, I will be fine!”

“Gaston! Take Belle away!” Maurice ordered, ignoring Belle’s fruitless protests.

Gaston nodded and firmly gripped Belle’s shoulders, gently leading her away, much to her annoyance. Belle growled and struggled to break free.

“Having fun, I see!” the familiar voice rang out.

“How? I blocked all the entrance!” Maurice muttered, glaring at the Beast.

“Simple, magic,” the Beast laughed, twirling her hair.

“Beast! Beast, you got to help us! Please! Save my village,” Belle stomped onto Gaston’s feet and begged, tears brimming her eyes.

“In return, you will come with me,” the Beast stated.

“Stay away from my daughter,” Maurice hissed.

“Or what?” the Beast laughed happily. Her fingers tensed and Maurice was lifted up to the air, gasping for oxygen. He clawed at his throat desperately.

“Stop! Please! I will go with you. Just, keep my village save,” Belle pleaded as a tear rolled down her fair cheek.

“Very well honey. Your village will be safe from King Damian and in return, you will be my slave,” the Beast cackled, her laughter resounding off the walls.

“Belle, are you crazy?” Maurice hissed.

“Papa, this is my life. I will make my own decisions. Goodbye,” Belle smiled stiffly and followed the Beast out.

The Beast smirked. She always wins.

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“Maurice, what’s wrong?” Prince Adam asked, awkwardly patting the older man’s back.

“It’s the Beast. She has taken Belle,” Maurice sobbed, collapsing onto the chair.

“Don’t worry Uncle, I will get her back for you. I will get my fiancé back to me, I promise. A life for a life! I will trade my own for Belle’s!” Prince Adam announced, brandishing his sword.

“Oh Adam, how can I ever repay you?”

“You don’t have to. I will come back with Belle, safe and sound.”

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Ella: THis is horribly written. I'm sorry. But it will get better :D Leave a comment? Please? Is there any kind soul who could help me make a proper cover?