“What can a demon do but follow a devil?” The words rang in his head as they slipped from his lips. Beast wasn’t sure he said that out loud. He struggled to remain standing. His knees buckled. But it was as if the mere touch of the claw would send him toppling over. Somehow he just wobbled and held his feet on the ground. For a few minutes.
Beast blinked at the image in front of him. He was hallucinating. Was that part of his dance partner? Could he see Beauty? No, no, the thing sounded different and there was a claw. He saw a claw. Where was Beauty? The idea that the wolves ate her startled him more than he thought possible. He should be more worried about his own life. “Where is she?” He managed to yell with some force to the whole evil forest around him.
Even louder he demanded again with his face scrunched in concerned anger. ”Where is she?” The effort of him trying to insist upon answers took the last of his energy. Beast fell to his knees. His head hung forward as if it was too much to keep it upright. In one more attempt his lifted his chin roughly and looked at the creature in front of him. “Deal with me.” He spat. “Leave her be.” Beast was after all a dead man. Never would he go back to the cell. Maybe his death could mean something.
Beast toppled over to the ground.