It was a few days after Saya had seen her teacher again that Solomon and Saya headed back to London. Saya had not told Solomon about her meeting with her master and that he had threatened her to give her love to Solomon. And every night before Saya and Solomon left their honeymoon suite, Saya sang to the moon. She knew her teacher somehow heard, heard her singing her feelings of passion and betrayal. She would sing of angels and love; she would sing of grief and affliction: she would sing of fate and destiny. Everything that her teacher's songs were about.

As she sang, the horrid nightmares continued. The night she and Solomon got on their train, Saya had fallen asleep, only leading to the nightmares she so envied and so pitied. For her master had sculpted her nightmares with his mind and voice. As Phantom told her, "...you do not have to fear my mind,-" she was not afraid.

"Teacher, I do not understand. I want to be with you, I've changed my mind. Why do you so resent my love now? Please, let me take your hand," Saya pleaded. Phantom looked at her and set a hand on her face. There was darkness all around, they stood in a pool of blood; silence...

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Saya, you betrayed me. I have fallen into hell where I belong..." he said. He suddenly became a little rough, he grabbed her neck and pulled her close. He strangled her with one hand, with his other hand he pulled her hair back so he could get good access to her ear. Saya gasped, trying to catch her breath, clawing at his hand and wriggling. He tightened his grip on her neck, she gasped.

"Ma-ma-st-...-er. St-stop..." she stuttered, trying to breathe. His cold breath ran over her ear in a caressive manner.

"I should've brought you with!" he threatened. He crushed her neck and suddenly she couldn't breathe. He released her and she slowly fell back into the pool. She sank, her eyes open and staring only at the black shadow that lingered above the pool. She shut her eyes as her hair caressed her face. She hit the bottom of the pool, unable to get up.

"Mas-...-ster. But why?" Saya stuttered. Her eyes open a crack, a bright light shined over her as gentle hands pulled her up.

Deftly, carefully,

Evening calls and let the dream descend

Savor it, pray to it

Call to the darkness

Turn the sunshine away

From cruel, scarlet shine

Sing with the music of the darkness

The darkness of the night.

Saya opened her eyes and smiled, her master was looking at her. He removed his mask and threw it into the crimson pool before his abode's gates. He turned to her and tears began to stream down from his eyes.

"Master, why are you crying?" Saya asked as she walked up to him.

"Stay away, my pain shouldn't be yours..." he pushed her away and collapsed onto the ground. He held his head in his hand and wept, trying to keep from falling to his knees. Saya hugged him and kissed his face, trying to solace him but the tears continued. She wiped the tears from his face and gasped; his tears were blood.

Master,

Please do not cry

Your angel has clipped her wings

And fallen with you

Into the Purgatory of Earth

Angel of Darkness

My master

My Lucifer...

Phantom grasped her shoulders and looked up at her. His grasp was tremulous. His eyes were filled with clear tears, yet as they rolled caressively down his face they filled with blood; crimson. What did it mean? The nightmares were beautiful, poetic, and yet so terrible. Saya studied him as he moved closer to her; his hair caressing her face.

"Saya, I'm so...Thirsty...Forgive me..." he said hoarsely. He took a silver stake from the ground and drove it through his heart. He held Saya as he faded into dust. Saya picked his remains up; staring at his ashes. She trembled as his ashes fell through the webbings of her fingers in an almost caressive manner. Crimson tears streamed from her eyes...It couldn't be...

Master...?

"No..." she cried. Her hand curled into a fist. Her fingernails dug into her palms until they bled. Her blood dripped into his ashes, becoming one with the pain.

MASTER!

"MASTER!" Saya cried as she awoke. Solomon quickly stirred and held her as she began to weep. The nightmares were beautiful, painful...Why did Saya treasure them so? The nightmares were the very essence of her master's suffering. They were of his mind...She did not fear his mind. Her master had made love to her when he entered her mind and took the virtue that allegedly belonged to him. Of course, it was beautiful then too, the pain...The nightmare.

She had let her dreams fall into the abyss. The abyss in her master's heart had distorted them and turned them into monsters. Now that he had those dreams, he molded them to perfection. He molded them to penetrate the very core of affliction and remorse. He was giving Saya those nightmares, trying to damage his masterpiece. Those beautiful nightmares, those demons, those monsters...They were so painfully beautiful.

"Solomon...I'm sorry..." Saya whimpered. She tried to hold back the tears as she trembled in her husband's arms. His embrace was warm but it wasn't she needed...She slapped her hand over her mouth and whimpered what she wanted to tell Solomon since she gave him her hand in marriage.

"I still love him..." she cried.

She knew Solomon didn't hear her confession...

Forever this moment would haunt her heart as her soul drowned in an ocean of tears.

For some reason the Document Manager won't let me underline, italicize, or bold so Saya's singing isn't underlined but I hope you know when and what she's singing.

Oh, and the reason this is formatted is because I exported a story's chapter and used that formatting to write this chapter.