Prologue…
Charles de Chagny (1882-1963)
Charles de Chagny, son to Christine de Chagny and Erik Destler. Christine, during her last hours with Erik as he lay on his death bed, gave herself over to him to continue on Erik's legacy. Keeping their lovemaking a hidden secret, after Erik's death, Christine went on in life with her husband Raoul de Chagny.
Raoul knew as time passed, that Charles was not his real son, for the child looked neither of his own visage nor Christine's. He knew that Christine must have lain with Erik before his death. Erik was his rival, his enemy, he should have been furious with what his wife had done to betray their marriage. But jealousy and rage never came.
Charles grew to love Raoul as his father, loving him dearly with all his young pure heart. He grew to become a great musician, skilled like no other musical artist before, at least one that was never truly known.
Christine never told Charles who his real father was, not even on her own death bed. She knew that Raoul had figured out her secret, but they never discussed it, he had accepted and loved them both none the less.
Christine passed out of this world, her secret safe with her family, her love known for her husband, for her son, and for a man that was only ever loved once in his life. Raoul buried her to her wishes, the Persian diamond necklace, formerly the cat collar of Ayesha, Erik's treasured pet; a box of wilted and dried up rose petals, both red and white; and the wedding ring given to her by Erik.
Charles took loving care of his father, his career in music well known throughout all of Europe; he was adored by many and lived a long and prosperous life bringing many of his progeny into the world.
Before Raoul de Chagny passed on, on his death bed he told Charles of the long hidden secret of who his real father had been. Charles wasn't shocked, in fact, he seemed to of taken the news quite well; almost as if he knew, deep down in his heart, that Raoul had not been his blood father, but he was his father none the less. After Raoul's passing, Charles researched the Paris Opera Houses' archives for Erik, the man known as 'The Phantom of the Opera', studied his family records, and delved deep into the past of any and all evidence of Erik and Christine.
Five years it took him. Five years to find all evidence as to who and what his real father was. During those five years he had married, and was expecting his first child. Nine months later, Erik de Chagny was born, and Charles made sure that this name would live on through history.
So passed on the progeny of Erik, 'The Phantom of the Opera'. His skills, behavior, genius, heart, soul, and mind surviving throughout the years. Every child born of one resemblance. And none ever received not one horrific disfigurement. Every child blessed with beauty and perfection.
But beauty and perfection never last forever. As time slips us by, the genes of a family member will be repeated, no matter how gruesome, no matter how insane and unfair.
The soul of Erik, the face and body, the temper, the behavior, the skills, the genius, after time was bound to rise again. Many have feared that the Phantom himself would be resurrected one day. Many have prayed that no other being would have to suffer from that madman of a monster ever again. But none can defy what God creates, not even the creation itself.
What time period will Erik's deformed legacy child come into?
Will it be a period that accepts hideous disfigurements?
Will the child really inherit the madness, the insanity of 'The Phantom'?
Will the child end up like his great, great grandfather, alone with no one to love or care for him?
"No one will know where they will love…" - Erik Susan Kay-Phantom
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A/N: The disfigurement of my phantom will be that of horrific pain from Leroux's version, but only on the right side of the face. I know, I know. Not exactly that abhorric, but come on. Bear with me, okay. I just lust something terrible after Gerry Butler's body in the movie version, so my Erik will have his body build, as well as the same left half of his face.
If you don't like this version of Erik, I'm sorry that you feel that way. It's just how I'm going to write it. If you want, you can just pretend and envision Erik however you like.
Thanks you. Please remember to R & R!
