My Angel of Music
Divus Crewel x fem! Reader x Vil Schoenheit
This is a Phantom of The Opera inspired Au
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You were his angel of music.
It was truly an eventful night, just having completed a large theatric show, the cast celebrating at the mass success that flew their way. There you sat in your dressing room, large yet small at the same time, filled to the brim with a variety of arrangements and bouquets as gifts dedicated to you. You couldn’t help but gaze at yourself through the mirror at your vanity, calmly bruising through your hair as you recollected todays events. Your eyes drifted toward the single red rose on your vanity desk, a black ribbon tied around it. A small knock interrupted your thoughts, turning your attention towards the door as it opened to reveal a figure. A figure very familiar to you, a man by the name of Vil Schoenheit, your childhood sweetheart that you recently reconnected with.
“Vil,” you greeted, a smile on your face as he approached you.
He set down the small arrangement of roses and gypsophila down by the edge of the vanity before giving you a smile in return.
“You were truly amazing out there,” he began as he took ahold of your hands in his. “A true beauty with the voice of an angel.”
You could feel a light blush decorating your cheeks at his complement, his words sparking something within you.
“Ah, look at the time,” Vil stated checking his pocket watch, “Why don’t you dress yourself so we can go to supper together? It would be the perfect opportunity to catch up with you”
He started to make his way to the door, turning to face you once more.
“Ah! Wait Vil-“ but before you stop him you where interrupted.
“I’ll see you in thirty minutes time,” and with that he closed the door.
Sitting there in silence, you stared at the door, a dreadful feeling festering in your chest. Suddenly the lights went out, an eerie feeling filling the room.
“Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory!” A voice rang out.
“Ignorant fool! This brave, young suitor, sharing in my triumph!”
It was him, your angle of music. The mysterious voice in your dreams that helped you develop your voice, your teacher and mentor that had been with you over the years.
“Angel! I hear you! speak - I listen…” you sang out.
“Stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me. Enter at last, Master!”
His voice sang back to you, deep and mysterious.
“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside!”
Walking towards the large body mirror, you couldn’t help but notice mysterious fog seemed to rise up from the ground, circling around the mirror, giving it a supernatural look. Slowly, a figure stared to appear in the mirror, an image of a man. Your angle of music.
“Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music, hide no longer!” Walking closer you noticed that he was tall, a mask covering half of his face, and his hair was a split color, half white and black.
“Come to me, strange angel…”
His mouth opened, his melodic voice rang out, “I am your Angel of Music… Come to me Angel of Music…”
You were mesmerized, walking towards him in a hypnotic trance, taken aback from his beauty. You didn’t notice the handle of your door jiggling, another voice calling out to you.
Vil was outside of your door, calling out to you.
“Whose is that voice.? Who is that in there…?” He questioned, hearing a mans voice in your room, concerned over your safety.
He called out your name again, but it was all in vain.
“Come to me angle of music,”
You held your hand out to the mirror.
“I am your angle of music,”
His hand hand passes through the mirror taking ahold of yours, and takes you into the mirror with him.
His stature was large against your own, his frame towering over you yet you did not feel frightened, for he gazed at you with eyes that made you feel safe.
You had stepped into the realm of the Phantom, the realm of your angel you have known only in your dreams.
“In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind”
He lead you down a long corridor, his hand gently taking ahold of yours, his eyes turning back towards you from time to time.
“Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind”
He leads you down the stairs towards a boat floating on a small river underground. His hand never leaving yours as he gently guid you in. You could feel your heart race, mystified and entranced by the man. You didn’t want him to let go of you, you wanted him to wrap his arms around your form and whisper sweet lullabies into your ear with his enchanting voice.
“Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear”
“It’s me they hear”
He takes the both of you down the steam, as both of your voices mix together in harmonic duet.
“My/your spirit and my/your voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my/your mind”
The boat slowly approached a closed gate, and the mask clad man turned toward you, telling you to sing. And you did.
“Sing, song for me my angle of music!”
“Aaah~! Aah~! Aaah~!”
With every note you hit, the gate slowly rose up, as if by the magic of your voice raised it up.
As the boat entered you noticed you were in a lair of some sort, candles and jewels with decorative furniture sprawled across the area.
Your angle pulled the boat near an edge, securing the boat before hopping out. He turned toward you, gazing at you with those eyes again.
“I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music’s throne
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music, …..Music”
His loud voice rang out, echoing as you sat there and took it all in.
“You have come here,
For one purpose,
And one alone,”
His hand reached out toward you once more, beckoning for you to take ahold of it.
“Since the call when I first heard you sing
I have needed you with me
To serve me to sing for my music,
Hesitantly, you grabbed it, putting your trust in your angle. He was your angle of music after all.
He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he gazed down at your wide eyes.
“W-what is your name? May I ask for the name of my angle?” You asked, heart pounding in your chest every second he held you in his arms, his eyes staring into yours.
“My angle,” he began, his eyes softening “ I am Divus, and you are my angle of music”
Divus has finally succeeded in making you his, no more suitors trying to take his dear angle from him. You were home and in his arms, where you were meant to be.
His angle of music.