"It weren't always like this."
Beelzé plucked a crumpled feather from his hat, sitting upon an abnormally large, dark colored toadstool. Hunched in position, he gave a shrug of his sharp shoulders and shot a vague glance in the direction of Claudia, who herself was standing further along the path the small group had been walking in for some time now. He glanced over her figure for a moment before turning to look at Rose, the newcomer the sole human among the misfits who made the whole of the civilization here in Maltavia.
"She didn't used to be filled with all this hate she seems to be just dripping, oozing and tossing about now, you know." Looking over the feather with interest, he twirled it between his thumb and index finger, as though counting how many barbs were left intact upon its vane, of which there were not many. His dark eyes lifted from it after a moment to look at the blond before him. "When I, myself, found her "
"You found her?" Rose interjected curious