Y/n singing.
Phantom singing.
Raoul singing.
Mob singing.
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Y/n rounds fiercely on the Phantom. The Phantom tears her dress off, the costume from "Don Juan".
"Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?"
My Angel stares at my ring which he has in his hands.
"That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood,
has also denied me the joys of the flesh...
This face - the infection which poisons our love..."
He takes the bridal veil from her mannequin and moves slowly toward her. She turns away.
"This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing...
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing..."
And places the veil on her head.
"Pity comes too late -
turn around and face your fate:
An eternity of this before your eyes!"
He turns Y/n around.
Y/n rips the veil from her head and throws it to the ground. She then proceeds to tear the canvas covers off the mirrors surrounding them, revealing hundreds of reflections of her and Phantom.
"This haunted face holds no horror for me now... It's in your soul that the true distortion lies."
There is a stunned silence. Meanwhile, the portcullis have caught the Phantom's attention and he sees Raoul behind, knee deep in water.
"Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir!"
"Raoul...!" Y/n cries out.
The Phantom turns to Raoul, with a mock-courteous bow.
"...this is indeed an unparalleled delight!
I had rather hoped that you would come.
And now, my wish comes true -
you have truly made my night!"
"Let me go." Y/n begs the Phantom.
Raoul, pleading, grasps the bars of the gate.
"Free her!
Do what you like, only free her!
have you no pity?"
"Your lover makes a passionate plea!"
"Please, Raoul, it's useless..."
"I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion..."
"The world showed no compassion to me!"
"Y/n... Y/n...
Let me see her."
"Be my guest, sir..."
The Phantom pulls a lever and the portcullis rises enough to allow Raoul to stagger in.
"Monsieur, I bid you welcome!
Did you think that I would harm her?
Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours...?"
Like lightning, the Punjab Lasso cracks through the air and, before Raoul has a chance to move, catches him by the neck. The Phantom ties the lasso around Raoul's neck and ties him to the portcullis, causing
Y/n to gasp.
"Order your fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
Nothing can save you now -
except perhaps Y/n."
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