This is based off of the 2012 movie and 1991 revival series.

Adrien's pov.

My name is Adrien Agreste and this is my story however I must warn you that this is not a happy tale. In fact it is a very sad and frightening one, one of sorrow and regret. It is about how one mistake cost me everything but let me start at the beginning.

I was born in 1758 on a dark, pitch black night just as the clock struck twelve nine times. That is what as known as the devil's midnight. The priest who blessed me on the night of my birth said that a child born on the devil's midnight is destined for tragedy. But my father laughed it off for you see I came from a very fortunate family. We made and traded fabrics from different countries then sold them to the people of Paris. Our customers couldn't get enough of the expensive and exotic fabrics we sold such as Chinese silk, Irish lace, Egyptian cotton, English wool, Greek cloth, and other things like that. We lived in an enormous mansion that was built with only the strongest and finest materials. The Agreste Manor was said to be the crown jewel of all the homes in Paris.

I spent my entire youth be waited on hand and foot by my father's servants though I was never a spoiled child nor did I abuse my servants. In fact I was close friends with them especially my nurse Nathalie Sancoeur and my butler Julius Cesaire. Growing up my parents were often away at work so they would care for me and entertain me. It was almost like they were my second parents. I lived a carefree childhood, there were a few downsides but no one's life was perfect. My problems didn't start until my teen years.

It all started when my mother God rest her soul became ill with diphtheria. My father offered a king's ransom for any doctor who could save her but in the end she left us to go to haven. My father so grief stricken that he became obsessed with his work and forgot all about me. With my mother dead, my father absent, and not a single friend I became very lonely and sad and my depressed emotions are what led me to make the biggest mistake of my life.

Rum, that's how I coped with my loneliness. Every time my father let me down I went to get drunk and I made many mistakes in my drunken state but one in particular will haunt me forever. This mistake was made during one of the trading trips I took with my father, we were going to Italy to purchase a shipment of vintage and special thread. Father had promised me that once he finished up work we would go see the sixteenth chapel together, it was Mother's favorite place to visit when she joined Father on his business to Italy but as usual he was a no show.

Depressed and disappointed I went to get drunk at a tavern like I normally did and the bar maid who served me that night happened to find me very attractive. In my drunken state I let myself be seduced and spent the night with her. To me it was just a mistake I made under the influence of too much rum but she wanted commitment. I politely and gently rejected her then returned to France with my father. A year had passed since then and after being alone for so long I finally found my one true love.

Her name was Isabel De Barbarac, she was the daughter of one my father's partners. From the very moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was the one. For she was most beautiful woman God had ever made with skin as fair and pure as a pearl, lips and cheeks like spring roses, long dark brown hair that reminded me of ebony wood, and eyes more blue and angelic than heaven itself. She herself was an angel, kind, pure, innocent, and caring. We met during one of my father's yearly balls held at our manor. I was too shy to ask her to dance so she asked me and before we knew it we were hopelessly in love and engaged.

My life couldn't have been more perfect but alas just as the priest had said on the night I was born I was destined for tragedy. A tragedy that would cost me everything I held dear and turn me into a creature that even my own father loathed.

Now here's how it started...