I pretend to be human, but the mirror does not lie.

Now this stage belongs to me. Now the music is mine. Now the world pays for its cruelty. This is what I'm capable of.

If they want me to be a nightmare, then a nightmare I shall be.

So let them come for me. I will burn them up until nothing remains but ashes and smoke.

You're right, though. You do deserve to dance, wear pretty dresses, and eat fine foods. You are worth celebrating.

He gives me a devil's grin. "So should I call you 'mademoiselle,' or have you got a name tucked somewhere behind that mask of yours?

But I have heard you sing. I've felt the vibratos and crescendos of your soul in every part of mine. You are no more a monster than I. You are a song. One composed of a thousand different instruments all perfectly harmonizing into the melody they were crafted to create. A masterpiece.