Erik

Salvation of a Cursed Don Juan

I hear you.

I didn't believe in destiny.

I still don't.

I believe in you.

Redemption isn't so far away, is it?

You can still save my heart,

Made of iron and chained by thorns.

A red rose.

It's for you.

Only for you.

I know.

It's wrong to seduce you this way.

But please.

Let me pretend.

Let me be your beloved

Angel of Music.

Save me.

I know you can.

Be my savior.

Be my angel.

Why the Mask?

Why do I hide?

What do I hide?

My dear, you do not

Understand.

I am sparing you;

I am doing the world a great service.

I miss the rain.

I miss the sun,

And the moon and her stars.

I miss the outside.

I miss truly living

Call me a coward, but,

Mademoiselle, you shall do me no

Harm.

Your words, it is true,

Disarm.

Yet they do not sting me as they should.

My discretions are my own,

My secrets are mine to hide.

Call me a coward,

But you shall never see Erik's face!

First Betrayal

No more pretend.

No frivolous masquerading.

Why?

You were terrified of my touch.

My mask has been stolen,

Dropped by your hands.

The symbol of my protection.

My security shattered.

Look at me.

Look at me!

I know.

You are frightened of me.

Why, then?

Christine, I still believe you to be an

Angel.

You can still save me.

Be mine.

Promise me.

Angels can forgive,

Can love anyone,

Even a godless monster like

Me.

Second Betrayal

So.

You are no angel after all.

Angels don't lie.

Angels don't refuse their love, their light.

Angels don't even exist.

You promised me.

You promised!

Yet, you run to the nearest

Prince Charming.

Your white knight has arrived.

All you must do now

To achieve, to guarantee a

"Happily Ever After,"

Is to kill the monster.

What are you waiting for?

Come get me.

I can't feel it.

I am chained to solitude.

I will not surrender,

And sink back into oblivion.

You are mine.

You belong to me alone.

I will not let you go to a total stranger!

Third Betrayal

You will give up true love either way!

You will be mine, or he shall perish!

And I do not stain my hands.

The guilt, my dear, lies with you.

You alone chose to deny me.

Even you will tarnish me.

I am no Angel, it's true.

You should never have expected me to be

What the damned cannot dream of.

What is your decision?

The True Salvation

No…

Your last gift is a kiss, then?

No one ever kissed me.

Loveless, honored with hatred, as I am.

I know now.

Christine…

You must leave.

Now.

Leave with your love.

You are free;

You always have been.

I cannot refuse you your

Liberty.

My own mother never kissed me.

Never, nor anyone else

Dared to love this deformed creature.

Thank you, Christine.

One last request:

Please, with all my heart,

I ask you to bury me with your ring.

And also that you will never

Forget me.

I know; it will be impossible,

For the sins I have committed for

Your love are inexcusable.

But don't remember me like that.

Remember your Angel of Music.

Your world will forget me.

They will only remember

"The Phantom of the Opera."