Phantom tore through the sheets of his music, cutting his hands with the silver impalement he used to tear them. He waved his sword about, smashing, slicing, and shattering objects. A candle-stand fell onto a drape he had used to cover the mirrors. Flames came about, he collapsed on his knees and took in the smoke. The flames burned him and he instantly healed, tears shedding, blood dripping, flesh burning white and black, hair charring...He healed all of it but his heart which remained aching with hurtful joy. Aching with passionate repentance; the angels were cruel to a demon like him.

As the flames settled he closed his eyes, face wet with tears, and fell into a slumber he had so yearned to know. He didn't want to awaken...Perhaps, he wouldn't.

Saya was his hope, and hope dies. Hope disappears and never comes back until you're dead. How he wished he had killed himself that night; and how he hoped his angel would deliver him.

The sinful blue roses would be next to shrivel like his hope.

Saya and Solomon arrived in Greece a few days later, actually, Saya felt they arrived a bit too early. She had left the blue rose behind, at the church. Perhaps Phantom had retrieved it and left. What had he done now that Saya was gone? Easily, he would have killed her for betraying him. Kill her with his bare hands with all the pain and anger that had been sliced into him.

Was she...Starting to love him like she loved Solomon? She remembered when Phantom first mated with her. It wasn't lovemaking, it wasn't just intercourse either. Phantom gave her music, angelic notes, and his passion. She thanked him for that. He gave her an immortal nectar that would allow her keep her voice and remember; he gave her his heart and poured a piece of himself into her. He beckoned her soul into his arms and only asked to be loved like he had always yearned for...In return for all he had given her. Those were things that not even Solomon could provide for her. Solomon had given her his heart, his promise, and his everything. But, there was something inside her. Something that was empty and craving to be fed. Something in her heart was aching for Phantom; aching to kiss him again and sing to him.

Perhaps, she was just nervous of being with Solomon. Solomon had sacrificed himself for her. He said he'd die for her happiness that night. The night Phantom had taken her away, threatened that he kill everyone she loved if she did not marry him; and Solomon came. Out of love, both of those men, were willing to do the most wicked or sacrificing biding for her.

The only doubt she had now was; Did I marry the right man?

All she knew that it was her and Solomon's honeymoon night. Was she ready to make the greatest sacrifice and give all her passion, devotion, and heart to Solomon? Had she not already devoted everything to her music; the music that Phantom taught her. Did she have more devotion for her master's music, her angel sculpted voice, or for her lover?

Or more devotion and passion to the composer of that darkly angelic music?

Her heart was lost and she did not know which path to follow.

Angel of Night,

Black and white winged immortals

Howling their proverbs into the night

Merging their souls despite they were so...

Diverse

Different minds,

Different hearts and memories

Nothing but tribulations to ensue

Nothing good that can last long enough the savor

Only affliction to endure

Love spilt through the sea that segregated us

Crimson in tears but not from our eyes

What path did we choose that night?

What song has been wrought into the night?

Angel of Night,

I beg that you sing to me again

Guide me through the shadows that not even

A lover's hand could find with blind eyes

Saya sat still by the window for a moment, waiting of her teacher's voice but he was no longer there. She felt tears begin to stream from her eyes and a gentle hand on her face.

"Don't cry Saya," Solomon solaced her. Saya looked at him and then away. She tried to smile but couldn't; she looked up at the moon and suddenly felt her heart melt with the silverly cool light of her curse.

When I dreamt I dreamt of him

He sang to me and I sang to him

'The moon guides the tides,

As it guides those who follow

Caressing all its gaze reaches

Sometimes,

It is the only star in the sky

That can guide us through the sea

If we trust its path and listen to the night'

That is what he sang to me that night

Sang to me the night

He turned me

Created me

Saya's head suddenly fell against Solomon's shoulder and she began to weep. What was she doing wrong?