The landlady had been compelled to go to bed and not get up until her usual time in the morning, and when she went upstairs to wake Madame Roux (as it was nearly noon and she hadn't arisen), she was met with a sight that would scar her for the rest of her life.
The papers were quick to jump on this story. Madame Marguerite Roux and Monsieur Pierre Blanchard, both renowned opera stars, were discovered dead in Madame's Roux home. They both appeared to have been brutally murdered in a way the papers didn't quite know how to put into words.
The police had no idea where to start with this case. Madame Roux's heart had been torn out of her chest from behind, and her spine had been twisted in the progress. Monsieur Blanchard's head had been ripped off his neck entirely. No human or dog had the strength to do something such as that.
It was a case that would never be solved.
There was one man who knew the truth, but he was gone, on his way out of France, due eastward. He would never again set foot in the city of Paris.
The man felt as if he had failed somehow. Marguerite hadn't deserved such a violent death, and neither had Pierre. He hadn't been able to help either of them.
But what was that old feeling of his? If it was for the sake of Niklaus' reign of terror, so be it.
However, Pierre's final speech echoed in his head. He couldn't let himself die by Niklaus' hand; if he did, who would stop him then? Yes, they would both have to die, but his enemy had to die first, and then he would gladly go.
But all of that would have to wait for another day. First, away from Paris, and then onto new plans.
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Operatic Tragedy | Mikael
FanfictionMarguerite Roux, the celebrated French soprano, was a mystery to most. After suffering an unimaginable personal loss, she keeps almost entirely to herself, without anyone ever being sure who Marguerite Roux really is. The only person she ever opens...
