In a city, not too far away, there's a beautiful opera house. The people who work and live there sing their songs that bring different emotions to many. People come far and wide to see the operas. But there's a secret in this little opera house. A phantom lives with in the house. He claims it as his own. Everyone who is inside the opera house is under his power. If he wills them to live, they shall leave the opera house unharmed. If he wills them to die, well, they shall not see the light of day again. Though the phantom will not kill if the fat "owners" of the opera house keep him pleased. Box Five is his. No one can go under the opera house to try and find him. If someone does, he will kill them. He also gets a portion of the money from the tickets sold.
The old owners of the opera house kept the phantom pleased and followed his rules. But the opera house was sold without his permission to new owners. Owners who foolish did not believe there was a phantom in the opera house. Well,the phantom could not have that, could he. So at the first meeting the new owners had together, he thought he should make himself known.
As the fat men sat around the table trying to be proper about the meeting and talk about future plans, the candles flickered making the room grow dark. Out of no where the phantom appeared and was sitting in a seat in front of all the new owners. They seemed almost in disbelief. One looked like he was about to have a heart attack. This made the phantom smile. Just a bit.
"Well I think it is all fitting and proper that we should meet. After all, I'm letting you invade my opera house with your fat bellies and yet you do not think I am of any threat. But unfortunately for you, you're wrong. Dead wrong." The phantom spoke with an almost calm soothing tone. Yet it had an edge to it so harsh that it could stab a man.
The men gaped at the horrid sight of the phantom. Over all his appearance was rather normal. He was a rather built young man with a simple white shirt on and black slacks neatly held into place by a black belt. He wore a black jacket that draped over his body to almost make it look like a cape. But his face. He wore a mask to hide whatever other horrid thing what under there. But his eyes were blood red. A type of fire and hatred were in them that caused one to want to hide and never come back. They were the devil's eyes.
"Well, Mr. Phantom," One of the men spoke. "What is it that you wish to have?"
"Box 5 is to be left open for me in every opera. I get a part of the money from seats sold. And no one disturbs me." He put his feet up on the table.
"What! That is absurd!" One of the owners yelled out.
"I find it absurd that it's illegal to kill idiots like you. We don't always get what we want." The red eyed phantom said almost cheerfully. Though his next comment silence the room. "That doesn't mean I won't kill you."
A quite reasonable man spoke up. At least, he was reasonable in the phantom's eyes. "So if we give what you want, you will leave us alone."
"Yes," The phantom smiled politely.
After some discussion, the owners agreed to his terms. The phantom smiled at his victory. "Nice working with you men. But I do have one last request. Elizabeta sings more. She has a beautiful voice and I do not want her to be back up anymore."
And in a flash, the phantom was gone.
Just so we're all clear. The Phantom/Erik is Gilbert or Prussia. Christine Daaé is Elizabeta or Hungary. And later Raoul will be Roderich or Austria.