Chapter 1:

From the diary of "The Persian":

Vienna, 1801

10 years ago, one of the world's greatest composers, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart died at the age of 35. His sudden and unexpected death made people surprised and they started to gossip about murder. Till now, the truth was hidden, because the person, who was one of the main characters of this tragic story, was still alive and however that monster committed horrible sins, I felt sorry for him, and I only tell this story after his death. This is a very tragic and sad story of two musicians who were so different but very much alike as well. After this all happened, many letters, diary entries, and documents were given to me by that person to tell me the truth and he told me he went to confess all his sins after and that was the last time I heard of him.

ERIK
Little biography of Erik D.

Erik Destler, place and date of birth is unknown, he was born somewhere near Rouen, France, with horribly disfigured face of a skull and ran away from his home in a very young age and travelled through all Europe, Asia and finally settled down in Vienna when he helped finishing rebuild the Viennese Burgtheater which was destroyed in fire.
He was a skilled musician as well and had a voice of an angel so he gained a position in the Viennese court as court composer. His name was known in all Vienna but his ugly face was a very big torture for him, especially after he faced the truth which hurt him so bad that he committed this sin….

Erik's diary 1765

…Nine year old little Mozart composed his first concerto in London. Good job however I composed mine at the age of 7 already. The piece itself is very brilliant some people actually says it is too good to be composed by such a little child but I know people are just jealous of his talent as I face this every day. I wish I could meet this little one once…,.
1768
… Little Mozart's first opera debuted in Salzburg. Sadly I haven't seen it as I was not in Salzburg in that time however I am sure I will watch it as every new composition of this little child prodigy interest me…

1770, Italy

Finally I saw Mozart in his concert in live. He plays nicely however methinks he has still reason to practice. But I must admit this little fellow composes very great music. Now he is 14, and looks like a little china doll. Blonde, blue-eyed, tiny thin little thing, I have the impression if I push him he collapses. But he is so…. too nice looking. What I would give if I looked like him… maybe I would have been this successful in my early childhood as him as well….

Vienna, 1781

Here in Vienna there is a big scandal because Mozart left his master, the archbishop of Salzburg, but to tell the truth I think he was right. I always told musicians are not servants, but they are artists who have to live from their art. I feel sympathy for him that he, as this young man has the courage to fight for his ideas.
… I wanted to congratulate him after his concert today. I haven't seen him for a long time and did not know if he changed or not. There were much musicians in that uniform making nearly impossible to tell the difference and it was uncomfortable for me to walk among them, because I was not wearing my usual human mask, only my fake nose, but I could avoid attention by covering my face with my cloak.
Suddenly a young man ran through the room with a laugh I found rather impolite and unbearable, and he seemed like he did not want to avoid attention at all. On the contrary, he was dying of being noticed. He hid under the piano and tried to catch the ankle of that young pretty girl he was chasing before. The girl seemed to find this all situation a little bit confusing but she started to laugh as well.
- Herr Mozart, please more seriousness if I could ask…- Baron van Swieten, a nobleman asked the young one and I had a jaw drop at that instant moment. This man would be him? I tried to convince myself that he surely just has a very good mood and that's why he behaves like an imbecile. The man came out from under the piano and tidied himself like that behavior would be all natural and sat down to play.
- If you please would play something in the manner of Telemann… - a young lady asked. SSo, methinks it is a "play for me something Maestro after the concert" situation. I was curious of the production so I stayed. But I had an another jaw drop when he just waved his hand and said :"It's boring, ask another."
Yeah? You think, you are such a great musician? Now please listen what I ask.
"Do you know something from… Destler? "
People in the room started to clap it was very nice to see they adore my music so much however they did not know it was written by me. He looked at me as well and he said:
"Oh, yes Sir. I am a big fan of his work, I even wrote a variation for one of his works. "
"Really? Which one?"
"The Dies Irae. I play it for you, you will see my variations made it much better."
I did not want to believe my ears. He started to play, imitating my movements that made me sure he have seen me playing before. He looked like so unbearably comical and arrogant that I nearly went to him and slapped him but I could drown out the urge to do it. When he finished ruining my work finally, he looked at me and smiled than started to laugh with the others.
"Thank you"- I said softly and I returned to the darkness where I lived. Beneath the Opera.