Countess' lover

Masquerade, a colorful and mysterious world that transcends the shackles of reality, releases the other side of oneself hidden in real life to the fullest, burns passion, and must "disguise" oneself.Under the lights and music, no one will find the real you hidden under the madness of passion.

What the Phantom gave her was not so much a letter, but an invitation to a masquerade ball.Of course Margaret would not refuse.

With more than ten minutes left before midnight, Margaret put on her mask and quietly stepped out of the carriage.Many masked people have gathered at the gate of the opera house, and they have almost brought together the most luxurious costumes in the world.

Margaret is not overly conspicuous among them.She blocked all the beauty in a black robe, the only thing visible was her loosely braided blond hair peeking out from under her hood, and her idiosyncratic expensive mask.No one would guess that she was the noble countess, because no upper class nobleman would be willing to dress himself up in such an inconspicuous appearance, just as a gentleman would not allow himself to play too funny a role.Of course, inconspicuousness is just a look.

As the flow of people entered the opera house, where the crowd was dense, many people were dancing farndola.Margaret didn't know much English. She walked through the crowd with light dance steps, and accidentally bumped into a guy dressed as a clown on the way.She turned a corner and came to a small living room.This is where people come and go and pick up champagne, and the traffic is much denser.

Then Margaret's gaze was completely taken away by a man dressed as a Grim Reaper.He's all in scarlet, with a creepy skull under his oversized feather hat.Surrounded by people, he was dragging behind him an extra-long red velvet coat with "Don't touch me! I'm Death!" embroidered in gold, which looked like a burning flame!

No known artist can draw such perfect works, even the real Grim Reaper would sigh in front of him.Margaret could see clearly, not just the clothes, but also because his body was full of despair and death like a god of death.As if the next moment he will take your life away!

Who else could do it but him?

For some reason, Margaret felt a sense of pride in her heart—only she could recognize this person, and his genius was enough to amaze everyone!She pulled down the hood and opened the black robe slightly, revealing the long skirt inside.Like an elf, he passed through the crowd, came to the side of "Reaper", and pulled off his sleeve.

"Reaper" just scared away a daredevil, but he didn't expect that someone would come to bother him so soon.If it weren't for the public situation, he would definitely not let go of these people who tried to disturb him. He clamped this daring woman hard, and there seemed to be two will-o'-the-wisps in the eyes of the skeleton.He was supposed to teach her a lesson, but the moment his eyes touched the woman, he stopped.

She was wearing an extremely long light green pleated skirt with a slender, soft belted waist.Long blond hair was loosely braided and draped over her chest, half-covering her full curves.She wears a colorful wreath on her head, and a small white crescent moon jewel hangs on her forehead, and the soft cold light can scald people's eyes.But the most beautiful are those blue eyes, the ocean and the sky, so dazzling that he felt ashamed.

Like a goddess from Greek mythology, she is full of beauty and vitality opposite to his.

"Eric..." the woman called him softly.

"It's you—" Death grasped her hand firmly, and put it on his lips to kiss, "My beautiful... madam."

He addressed her as madam, giving Margaret the illusion that she had become his wife.She couldn't help laughing, her clear laughter attracted more people's attention.Grim Reaper looked around with his cold eyes, and said in a deliberately low voice, "Follow me."

He just took away people's newly discovered dazzling beautiful woman so lightly, leaving only people's amazement at the Grim Reaper's attire and guesses about their true identities.

He took her hand and strode through the crowd, leaving the brightly lit living room.He was so fast that the striding Marguerite had to trot to keep up.This feeling of running fast never happened the day she came into contact with etiquette.

She breathed heavily in the cold night air, and followed Death to a forest.They trotted holding hands, the robes hanging over their arms and flying with her hair.

They had moved away from the crowd and stopped in the desolate woods, where there was no one but them.Death gradually slowed down and stopped.The skull gleamed pale and eerie in the moonlight, but Margaret wasn't afraid at all.Even through the leather gloves, she could feel the broadness and strength of the palm.That reassures her.

The oversized feather hat was lost during the run, and the god of death peeled off the skin of the skeleton.It was still the same silver mask, and he turned back into the phantom Margaret was familiar with.Oh, and her familiar broad chin!

With her head held high, she took off the obstructive black robe and threw it on the ground at random, accompanied by her unique and expensive mask.The white crescent moon jewel hangs between Margaret's eyebrows, without the phantom saying anything, she has removed all pretense, and put the most authentic self in front of his eyes.She was so beautiful that he took his breath away!

At this moment, Margaret saw a real smile in Phantom's eyes.

"Are you afraid?" Phantom asked her.The moment the voice fell, Margaret saw the slide behind him.

She shrugged, "You can see if I will jump down with you."

She jumped, of course, and followed closely behind the Phantom.In her past 19 years, Margaret had never had such a new and exciting experience.Without caring about her clothes or her so-called elegant demeanor, she quickly slid down the slide, seeing darkness in front of her eyes.

There was water vapor on the slide, and the flat stone slabs still hurt her back.At the end, Margaret landed heavily on a pool of soft objects she didn't know what it was.She could see nothing but a gleam of light overhead.

"Eric—" she called out, and soon heard echoes from all directions.

"Don't be afraid." Margaret heard the voice coming from the front, "Go straight ahead, I'm waiting for you." As if bewitched, she struggled to get up and groped forward.

After walking about ten steps, the surroundings suddenly lit up.There were flashes of yellow light in all directions, which made her eyes hurt.Margaret was surprised to find that she was in a maze of mirrors.Two-meter-high full-length mirrors are all around her, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is the light reflected in the mirror and her appearance.

It seems a bit embarrassing!

"Where are you sweetheart?"

She shouted a word again, but what answered her was a singing voice floating from nowhere.It was a voice she was very familiar with, and no one in the world could match it.Its every note, every breath is a perfect interpretation.His timbre is rich, his vocal range is wide, his singing is high-pitched and graceful, and his passion reveals affectionate despair.It's like a pour of clear spring hitting the marble slab, like a soft thorn piercing the bottom of my heart.That's a soul crying!

He told the story of a little boy.Abandoned by everyone, the devil's son was born with all the sin and disgust.He was also helpless and cried, but reality proved everything.Tears and weakness could bring him no mercy.Eventually, he was exiled from society, recounting devilish legends on the fringe of evil, far from the crowd.

It is such a story, and it is his own story!

Margaret followed the singing, walked out of the mirror maze, and walked through a dark alley.She seemed to have lost her soul, and it wasn't until she held Phantom's hand again that she realized that she had already burst into tears.

Phantom led her into a small boat, and the singing didn't stop.But Margaret heard the phantom asking her, "Why are you crying? The mask blocks everything from the outside world for him. You should understand that tears can't touch him in any way."

But is it really untouchable?The boat paddled along the icy underground river.His singing voice gradually changed from despair to surprise tenderness, as if a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds, and it was shining brightly in a blink of an eye.But that light is too bright!With all-burning heat, the song had turned into paranoid madness by the time Margaret landed again.

Then... it stopped abruptly.

They are all in a Louis-Philippe-style room, with an underground river and the boat they just took on one side.Phantom moved something on the stone table and closed the door, leaving only a small window with some light shining through.

Margaret's tears had stopped, but the red and moist eyes still showed that she had cried just now.The phantom walked up to her, stared at her, and gently wiped her cheek with the fingers that took off the glove, as if treating the most cherished treasure.His gaze enchanted her.

Slowly, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips for the first time when both of them were thinking clearly.It was an extremely deep kiss, extremely lingering, with all her tenderness and love.

yes love.People will always ask for equal returns for their efforts. She thinks she has fallen in love with this man, the devil who hides and sings in the dark, the ghost of the opera house who gives her a sense of security and fresh excitement.

The phantom responded to her, the warmth of the intersecting lips and teeth was as intoxicating as a sweet dream.However, the dream was just a dream after all. When Margaret stepped back suddenly and exclaimed, he reached out to block the ugly face that was revealed. The cruelty of reality and the sweetness of the previous moment completely crushed the most vulnerable part of this evil devil.

"Condemn you! You curious and prying Pandora! You banshee, is this what you want to see? Damn you! You liar Delilah! You little viper!"

He let go of his hand, grabbed Margaret's neck, and let the ugly face with twisted skin cruelly occupy her eyeballs, "Look! Look clearly! You will spend the rest of your life in this terrifying monster Fate has sent you to me, and you will never be able to escape this ugly demon in this lifetime!"

Margaret coughed twice, and tears fell again without warning.As if touched by the tears, he relaxed his grip and put on the mask again.A hand gently stroked her face, his eyes were filled with despair.Like a broken mirror, condemning the injustice of the world.

"Look at me, it's far scarier than you imagined, do you dare to look at me again? I'm a disgusting monster, I should be burned in hell, but I want to desire the love of a beautiful woman..."

His madness, his humbleness, cut her heart like a blunt knife.How could Margaret forget the ugly face she had just seen?The flesh and veins are twisted and turned up, and everything under the mask is unsightly.But how could she forget her love for him?That kind of deep emotion is intertwined with pity and pity, and with each of his words, it becomes more profound, and it overcomes the fear that should not exist.

"Why so unconfident? Eric, sweetheart?" She wiped the last tear from the corner of her eye and hugged him. "Do I look so unbelievable to you? I remember I said a long time ago, I like you, I want your sweetheart!"

"However, at that time you didn't see the ugliness under my mask, did you?" Phantom stared into her eyes, and the arc drawn at the corner of her mouth could barely be called a kind of smile, "Confidence? Where did you come from? Can maintain the integrity of the surface mask?"

He panted, his cold fingers wrapped around her neck like a cold snake, "Have you forgotten the horror you saw just now, hypocritical woman, how can I believe your lies."

Phantom said words of refusal, but Margaret clearly felt the sad prayer hidden under the refusal, and there was still a trace of expectation.

She sighed, "I don't believe it, that's right, how can I prove it...Maybe, this will make you believe it?"

As before, she took off the obstructing mask neatly, without giving Phantom any chance to react, her bright, fiery lips were already gently imprinted on that twisted and ugly face.

In this way, can it be proved?