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The man laughed again in the eerie silence of the decaying mansion. The few servants who could not escape tried avoiding the room the laughter came from at all cost. If they did not know exactly who it was in there they would certainly believe it to be an apparition. Even without the knowledge of the the appearance of the chamber the common laughter, screams and crashes were off putting enough; for the laughter would range from high and cruel, to low and menacing; the screams would sometimes sound like the highest soprano, or darkest and cruelest of demons; and the crashes would be anywhere from small high cracking of glass bottles shattering across the wooden floors, to the sound of the deep low cracking that comes from within solid oak doors when something too strong is applies, as if a demon was trying to bust down the door.

Another howl of purest joy whipped through the cold night air floating through the open window.

The man took another swig from his second bottle of the night, staring at the portrait,

It had been a nice portrait not too long ago. Finally painted, with figures that were once lifelike to their human counter parts, but now of course this was not true. That was not the only change in the history of the portrait. Just like the people it portrayed, its life too, had diminished drastically. Its once fine wooden frame was chipped and in some spots charred. Past the charing burn marks and smoke damage also perforated the young figures. Pieces of canvas were ripped from their home and it was slashed several times across the taller male's face.

It was at one time an early wedding present from the smaller portrayed woman's fiance.

The man then slurred "You know C-Christiinneee, you bish! He woulda lived if you hadn't runned back off you whoooree. But now He wont! Ah He won't and this is great! Great because as YOu HAve ruINED my LIFE, I will destroy yours. Look what you did!" As he said this he flung from his chair towards the womans portrait and got up close to it, pointing at his scarred, and now deformed face. "SEE! YOU TURNED ME INTO A MONSTER! JJJJJUUSST LIKE YOU'RE GARGOYL OF A LOVER AND LEFT ME! AFTER YOU My family, my family disowned me! Took half my staff, Because you made me into this CIRCUS FREAK!"

He paused and then started another cruel maniacal laugh, a laughter that only comes before a truly malevolent deed "And to think I was trying to savvee you! I tried to keep you silent and hidden from my father, so he wouldn't kill you, but noooo, you had to come poking out. I may have once loved you, but not anymore, no. NOW I HATE YOU! And JUST as you've taken my life, . …"

He then muttered almost conversationally "But yes.. The PErsian will have a VERY nasty shock indeed when he returns home, and I promise he WON'T make it to your beast in time."

Then he turned to the other wall in the filthy destroyed room. There was a small mirror, or rather what was once a mirror but now was a practical pile of broken shards. He looked carefully in the dim light at his own reflection. He cocked his head to the right so the light hit his horrid scars. Bits of his cheek were missing to the point they were holes to his mouth, teeth could be seen in a back gouge. His eye was swollen and cut a fresh. He paused at the ghastly sight, then began to scream again in furry, grabbing another shard and slicing his abused face, as if trying in vain to slice open a new beautiful face, like the one he once knew.

When the sharp unforgiving glass made contact on his flesh he pronounced

^"You have made a monster of me, So a monster I shall BE!

Christine…"^

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So that was terrifying. If you couldn't guess Raoul has gone off his rocker. Fyi if you see this ^ fgyfityfutyf^ for now on that shows they are singing, because I mean, this IS a bit of Broadway's longest running musical and deserves at least a bit of singing, though it won't be much and will usually make sense when it happens, like here, him proclaiming he is going to wreak more havoc in a musical genius and his soprano life, kinda makes since to sing, hell if anyone was that messed up they probably would too. Also no, I am not justifying Raoul, I hate him tbh. I'm just saying if this happened and he was kinda deformed his father would probably ditch him and after losing Christine (his own damn fault plus kinda made him into a monster there just saying) and then his entire family and half his fortune he'd probably lose it and blame the easiest thing for him to blame. Aka Christine.