The palace, tarnishing and almost disintegrating. Vines were attached and started to grow on the walls of the castle.

The palace looked dark and gloomy from the outside, but absolutely extravagant from the inside. You two stood in front of the small glass dome. The thunder struck once more.

You watched as the second to the last petal of the rose slowly fell. Only a singular petal remained. A sigh slipped out of the beast’s mouth, accepting his fate.

“If I cannot meet my true love, I will remain as this terrifying monstrosity until my very last breath.” The beast articulated, they continue to observe the enchanted rose

His looks..horrifying, traumatizing and horrendous had turned him into a representation of a man-eating monster. The civilians of your village, Villeneuve feared him.

He knew with his appearance..nobody in the entirety of the human race, not among of all human kind, would love him. Instead..they would fear him.