Thanks for all the waiting, I am indeed very lazy. I have a second fic that should be coming up soon that I'm working on, so I'd appreciate if you looked out for that.

Destiny Xavier16, yes, Lily is about to ruin everything- but what's a good story without a little drama?

And so the adventure continues...

"I didn't mean for it to go this far!" Cried Lily, her shoulders shuddered and her small frame shook as the old priest consoled her. The candle light was dimming and the wax had nearly all but melted away. The slight flickers gave very little light to the eerie shadows that filled the parish.

The look on her face was of pure disgrace and shame. "I act the victim but i am the villain!" She carried on to sob for what to seemed like days. The tears seemed to never cease and her voice cracked with sadness.

The man held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She dared not to look up at his honest, kind and warm gaze.

"Whatever your sin, whatever your wrongs...God still loves you." At this she scoffed and wiped her eyes with an angry and impatient motion.

"God knows of my sins and my God has deserted me!" The honest man held her cold, tear-stained hands in his as they shook uncontrollably.

"Then tell me your sins, then I can forgive you!" But Lily shook her head and tried to pull away. Despite his age, he was strong and held her hands tightly. "I can forgive you!"

"Murder!" She screamed, "Murder, murder, murder!" The mans eyes widened in fear as everything, the mumblings and the regret all made sense. She was a killer. Yet, despite her confession, he still found himself in disbelief.

In the heat of the moment, she tugged away her hands and pushed at his shoulders. He lost his balance and was tossed back in his chair. Lily screamed and watched as his chair fell back, his skull cracked against the side of the altar. Blood, thick and red spilt across the floor.

It stained the white cloth and his honest eyes lost their warm light. She poured a small flask of alcohol over his robes, then tossed a candle at him. Walking away as the flames consumed his body, along with any evidence she may have left.

Pulling up her hood, she walked out the back entrance. That night, she took the long way home.

Cynthia stood in the centre of the room, her mouth gaping and tears running down her face as she attempted to make sense of what her sister had just told her. Her legs felt weak and her mind felt blank.

Erik couldn't be that same man, he just couldn't! He is no phantom, no angel, no father! But... he was always so evasive about his past. His secretive nature could be explained by all her sister had told her.

The description, that skull, corpse like face was so accurate. She was aware he did used to work at that Opera house, he had told her himself. But never had he mentioned his 'little angel' Christine Daee. Or his psychopathic love for her. Or the murders...

She dragged herself to her desk and sat, touching the cold glass of the mirror- not that it was any use in her room. Lily made a sad sigh as she walked over to her.

"I loved him... I was... I was so in love..." Lily came up behind her, staring at her sisters pale, pretty reflection in the mirror. Cracks of tears running down those porcelain cheeks. Cynthia felt her beloved sisters hands grasp her shoulders.

"But he loves that Daee woman. She's here, in England tomorrow. He came here for her, he used you." She rubbed her cheek against her sisters. "My poor little Cynthia..." Lily spotted the thorny rose on the dresser, a black ribbon tied around it.

She took her sister's hand and handed her it, wrapping her hand around the thorns and closing it around it tightly. Her sister winced. "He wanted to hurt you, hurt you like she hurt him. Took away your only chance of happiness... Nadir"

"Y-you said he was murdered... strangled with...the same lasso..." Lily wrapped her arms around her sisters waist, watching as the droplets of blood hit the dresser. Then whispered tenderly into her ear;

"Yes..." That breath was like ice and the tone was soft and stabbed at her heart, tender enough as it was.

Cynthia closed her eyes shut tighter and grasped at the rose, more droplets of blood his the dresser and Lilly smirked in her sister's ear. "All men want to do is shame you... You're no longer pure, no one else will want you... He has left you in tatters..." She plucked the petals from the rose, watching them land in her sisters blood.

"What do you plan to do? Cynthia, darling?" Her sister was breathing, short and heavy, tears running from her eyes, cheeks ablaze.

"I want to end him..." Lily chuckled and sat behind her sister, platting her auburn her, as dark as blood, as red as fury.

"And what about the Daee girl?" Cynthia ceased her crying and dropped the rose onto the table with a gentle thud.

"She, will go up in flames with him." Lily chuckled and tied the ribbon in her hair.

"You impress me so, my little sister."

Quite short I know, but hey at least I updated!
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