Chapter 1
After many adventures through time, space and worlds the Opera Ghost finally found himself back home. Before he did he ran into many of himself more like alternate realities of himself, all with one common goal: have their own versions of Christine love them and nothing else. Each story ended the same with only a few beans now in his pouch Erik came out with ideas to save his own skin and get the women he has always loved….
Erik walked out his theatre locking the door of his home leaving all his masterpieces behind him. The Opera Ghost crept slowly down to the town's main street soaking in the night as he headed toward Granny's Café. Something in the chilling air wasn't right, Erik knew many things happened before his arrival but another event was to occur. The hairs on his neck stood up as a shadowy figure flew past him. Erik looked back to see if anyone was to dare follow him when he looked back a thin well-dressed man with a fez and a beard stood in his way. "Erik! My dear old friend" the man said giving the Angel of Death himself a hug, "it's been a long time!" Erik then released himself from his friends arms "Nadir what have I told you. I do handshakes not those, not, umm..." "Hugs you mean?" Nadir chuckled. "Yes, yes hugs I meant to say" Erik straightened his bowtie then stared at his friend, "what brings you to my presence Daroga?" His old friend gave him a grim look, cleared his throat "he's back Erik".