There was no stairway past the third or fourth floor, so additional height was covered by ladders left by the backstage crew and engineers. When he finally arrived on the roof, Edward threw his head back and laughed at a starry night sky, daring the celestial beings to strike him down in his reign of terror. The lustrous orb that filled the heavens with breath-taking light held audience with the vile creature as he strutted about like he owned the world.
“This is indeed a wonderful night and it requires music! But, unfortunately, the leading soprano has retired for the night. I know! How about a requiem mass for those villains to whom I owe a debt of thanks for this evening's entertainment?” Hyde asked the city at large. Taking the silence as an affirmative, the monster leaped on the back of the statue of Apollo's Lyre, a spectacular sculpture that topped one of the cornices of the Opera's peak.
Lifting his smooth-skinned face up to the night, Edward Hyde opened his mouth and began to desecrate the Dies Irae, the only requiem mass he knew. The dark and rich baritone echoed out through the darkness and embracing Paris in all her sinful glory. As the last notes left his throat, he smiled triumphantly at his offering. A soft clapping came from behind him.
“Vraiment beau, monsieur.”
Hyde looked over his shoulder in the direction of the voice. A tall, thin man dressed down in a casual black overcoat and a long scarf. Edward smirked. “Sorry, I don't speak French.”
“Indeed. You looked English to me.”
Astounded at the man's grasp of his native tongue, Edward slipped off Apollo's back and approached cautiously. “You speak excellent English for a frog.”
“It would seem so. It helps to be bilingual in my position. Though I am quite curious how an Englishman in such elegant garments winds up atop the Opera House.”
“I was bored and missed the performance, so I decided to entertain myself. I had an... encounter with some ruffians earlier and was honouring their cowardice.”
The visitor nodded and held up a gloved hand. “I'll ask no questions from you, monsieur. You have an excellent baritone, I must say. Have you considered a career in the Paris Opera, perchance?”
Edward laughed heartily at this suggestion. “Sir, I haven't been in this city a day. Are you suggesting that I seek employment with one of the oldest established musical companies in western Europe?”
“No, but I am offering it to you,” the man replied, extending his hand and giving an incredulous Hyde a crooked smile. “Armand Desmarais. I'm the manager of this fine establishment and that was my statue you were sitting on. I'm frankly rather glad you can sing, or else there would be several members of the Surete trying to drag you off it.”
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