"Pitiful creature of darkness… what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!"

"you are wrong Christine… I am alone"

He heard them destroy his creations.

Their hands desecrated the instruments he placed his life within.

Each sound of them moving each item cut his spirit slowly and he felt his life bleeding away. Only she could hold them and only he could use them. No, he did not use them, he loaned his soul to the music and by doing so, played music that burned. The catgut from the Punjab lasso stung his right hand. Erik dramatically dropped death's equipment and grasped his other shoulder, collapsing to the slime of the sewer.

He belonged in the filth.

He belonged with the devil.

He released a wail. It was of desperation, despair and his desires. If Christine had heard it, her soul would have been pierced and left to crumple. He lifted his filth-encrusted right hand. It was that hand that had felt an angel. The angel Christine allowed a demon to caress her. The hand trembled under his severe emotions.

He shrieked yet again, this time it was for his desires. It resonated through the tunnel. His soul was like shattered glass.

He tore blindly at the face infection.

The right hand razed his scalp and he wrenched violently. The little hair that covered the disease was torn off in his fury. He pulled and cried. Blood thoroughly soaked the rest of his head.

"CHRI… CHRISTINE!" He achingly yowled to the angel. He felt like a scabies-ridden dog. Erik felt his body shake with the violent tremor that came after each anguished sob.

"Say the word… and… I will… follow you… CHRISTINE!" he half sung and whispered

"JUST ASK OF ME! I WOULD FOLLOW TILL THE DEVIL ITSELF DRAGS MY FEET TO HELL'S DOOR!" he mourned.

He heard the voices behind him increase in volume. His search party had heard him.

His garments were drenched with the opera's waste. The mould would slowly growing onto his skin if were to remain any longer.

He stumbled up, fumbling with the Punjab Lasso.

Erik could not stand to live any longer without angels.

He was definite in his plans.

Erik would drag himself to the grave of her father and hang himself there.