Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the opera, not the books, musical, or movies, only this story.
Shadows
by Alexghost
"Monster." I choked out as I stared at the horror before me. His eyes burned like two balls of coal, sunk deeply in to their eye sockets. The smell of my own blood and the moldered appearance of his skin caused bile to rise to the back of my throat. This man, this cadaverous demon stood above me just barely illuminated by the light of the orb I had summoned to show my way through the dark cellars beneath the Opera house. I nearly gaged as the bastard's rotten tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick the remnants of my blood from his thin lips.
"Indeed." he said smirking. "You had it coming you know. Intruding into my domain uninvited." He finished, the smirk turning into a frown. I lay on the ground at his feet, to week from blood loss to even move one of my fingers. I should have been dead but he was keeping me alive, in some form of cruel torture.
"But now that you are here you must abide by Erik's rules." His yellow eyes glinted with malice.
"Do you wish to know what Erik's most important rule is?" he asked, using telekinesis to make my head nod.
"You see-" the monster began, grinning madly. "Those who see Erik's face belong to him."
"Kill me now you bastard." I rasped, spitting in his direction. The demon waved his finger in a no-no-no gesture, still smiling.
"Behave yourself child, I cannot kill you, that wouldn't be fitting of a powerful mage such as yourself. Not when I have a use for you." His grin broadened and I could see his elongated canines. I tried to struggle away, I would not become a slave to this Hell spawn! He chuckled and placed his foot firmly on my chest to push me back down.
"Tell me Jules-" I could feel him probing my mind and soul. "Would you like to become a wraith?" He asked, fear shot through me and I attempted escape again.
"No, no please." I whimpered. I could see them now, the shadows, the orange dots that served as their eyes flared in the darkness all around their master. I could feel them touching me, prepared to accept me as another of there legion.
"Do you still believe it was a good idea to disobey the order and come looking for me?" He said pushing down harder with his foot, a choked sob escaped my lips. He knelt down beside me and placed his skeletal hand over my heart
Resound Beast - voice Moment of death
Resound Beast - voice Moment of birth
He whispered, I felt something icy shoot into my heart and throughout my body, I screamed , and felt my soul being torn from me. The shadows engulfed me and all became cold, I felt myself become one with the dark, a being of the shadows. My memories were piece by piece stolen from me and every instinct and thought turned to serving the one who ripped away my humanity. He stood there tall and gruesome, holding the white orb that was my soul, it disappeared into his palm.
"Master." my fading voice whispered, he smiled, all went black.
Baptism of blood
Blood feels desire
proud of the crimson
flowing the body
demanding a prisoner
erode everything
follow your instincts
With rapture and madness
erode everything
pursue an ideal
Desperate howls lurk inside the blood
everlasting is passing away in vain
giving you what you want
in this dazzling ceremony
Baptism of Blood
Resound Beast - voice
Moment of death
Resound Beast - voice
Moment of birth
Baptism of blood, Malice Mizer. This is based off a pic of mine on Deviant art, the Picture actually has the story in the Artists comments, I know its not very good. Email me if you want the link.