The next morning, we come back to Sylvie who is drinking at a bar called Suicide hall. It got its name because some people would step off the pier next to it and take their lives. Only because they feel they have nothing to live for. That's why it got its name. Sylvie had just finished another drink and placed it on the table.

"One more," Sylvie told the bartender

"Ah, ma'am, don't you think you had enough? It's practically morning already!" they said

"One more, I said!"

"All right. All right. My shift is over anyway, so let's settle the bill, okay?" Sylvie gave him some money, "Jeez, you're in a bad way, ain't ya? Worse than most that wind up here."

Another man came in, "Here's the morning shift. Maybe he'll know what to do with you."

Sylvie scoffed, "Yes. Yes, what to do with me. That's the question, isn't it? That's always been the question, ever since the beginning."

'He looks for sympathy, I give him sorrow. He asks for honesty, I've none to borrow. He needs my tender kiss, he begs it of me. I give him ugliness. Why does he love me? He yearns for higher things, things I can't give him. The rush that music brings, I can't deliver. And even when he sings and soars above me, I try to clip his wings. Why does he love me? One more drink, sir. That's what I need, don't you think, sir? Leave the hurt behind...'

The bartender didn't do anything. 

"Did you hear me? Another drink!" he gives her another.

'He wants the girl I was, wife and mother. At least, he thinks he does. He needn't bother. Beneath this mask, I wear there's nothing of me. Just horror, shame, despair. Why does he love me? How 'bout you, sir?' Sylvie asked the bartender, 'Tell me, what am I to do, sir? Leave the hurt behind.'

Bucky walked in with a towel, 'Morning, Bernie. Coffee, please. Hurry up before I freeze. I'll just take it black.'

He soon noticed Sylvie, "Lushton! Fancy meeting you here."

"Mr. Barnes," Sylvie greeted

"Drowning your sorrows, are you?"

"On the contrary, I'm celebrating a reunion with old friends. Friends I had long thought dead and buried. And you?"

"Me? I've been for a swim. This town is coarse and cold and mean. It's hard to keep your conscience clean. Faceless in the crowd. Anything's allowed. And so I come at dawn each day, come to wash it all away. Sink into the sea. Blue and cool and kind. Let it set me free. Let the past unwind. Leave the hurt behind.'

"Mr. Barnes?" Sylvie couldn't help but notice how sad Bucky was.

"What do you think will happen, Lushton? At the concert. Have you thought? When she hears him sing again? When he sings..."

"Mr. Barnes, I wish I knew. But I'm afraid his music has always been somewhat of a mystery to me."

"But there's more to this than the music, Ma'am! Believe me. I saw it. There's something... I don't know. Just take him away. Now. For all our sakes. Sail across the sea. Put us out of mind. Close your eyes and flee,' Bucky came over and made her close her eyes, 'Let yourself stay blind.'

Bucky tried to leave but Sylvie stopped him, "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"Trust me, Ma'am. Don't let him sing. Once she gets into his soul, there's nothing he won't do for her," Bucky got out of her grasp and left, 'Leave this place behind!'

"Mr. Barnes! Mr. Barnes! She's not Mephistopheles, you know? When it comes down to it, she's just another circus freak. I'm not afraid of her," Sylvie banged her hand on the table to get the bartender's attention.

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Little did Sylvie know he had been swapped with (Y/N)! (Y/N) turned around and Sylvie backed up. It's true. The Phantom is here. And she is far from done with Sylvie.

"No... no, it can't be!" She said backing away.

"Not afraid of me you say?" (Y/N) asked

"Stay back or I'll kill you, I promise you!" 

"Insolent girl," (Y/N) came out from the bar, "you think you own more of his soul than I do?"

"He is my husband. Your music may speak to him but his heart will always follow me."

"You think so? You really think so? Follow you with all your.... charms? Look at you, deep in debt, stinking drunk, pitiful. Shall we two make a bet? Devil take the hindmost.'

'Look at you, foul as sin, hideous, horrible. Call the stakes, deal me in. Devil take the hindmost.'

'Our Loki shall choose tonight.' 

'Let him choose.'

'Is he yours or mine?' 

'Draw the line.'

'If he sings, you lose tonight.'

'I won't lose.'

'You leave from here.'

"Fine."

'Disappear.'

'Fine and if he won't?' Sylvie asked, 'if I win?'

'All your debts wiped away,'  (Y/N) told her with a quick wave of her hand.

'Very well, let's begin,' she put her hand out to shake.

'Devil take the hindmost,' they sang shaking hands.

'You think you have the odds,' Sylvie said

'Our old game,' (Y/N) said

'You think you're in control.'

'It's been changed.'

'You think you've fixed the dice.'

'Every throw.'

'Well, I will gladly roll.'

'Riskier.'

'I'll bet against the house.'

'All the rules.'

'I'll even double down.'

'Rearranged.'

'Fate has redesigned most,' (Y/N) said letting go of her hand.

'Fortune's on my side.'

'Cut the deck.'

'I won him long ago!'

'Let us play.'

'I won him from him then.'

'You and I.'

'I'll wager even now.'

'Once again.'

'And when the game is done!'

'In the end.'

'Either way!' (Y/N) said.

'Devil take the hindmost!' they sang again,'now Loki shall choose, at last, is he yours or mine?'

'We've a child,' Sylvie told her, 'our bond's secure.'

But (Y/N) knew otherwise, 'are you sure?'

"What?" 

'Are you so sure?'

"What do you mean?"

'Such a child, strange to see, talented, musical. Is she more you or me? Which one do you find most?'

"You lie!"

'Yet you doubt.'

'No man could.'

'Doubt your man.'

'Or ever would.'

'Doubt your child.'

'Love such a girl.'

'Everything.'

'You're insane!' 

'So now we play...'

'So now I play...'

'For your/my life! Devil take the hindmost!'

Sylvie was about to punch (Y/N) but she dogged and grabbed Sylvie by the neck pinning her to the bar stand.

'Deal the cards.'

'I call your bluff.'

'Let them fall.'

'The game is on.'

'Choose your hand.'

'And we will see.'

'Try your best.'

'Who wins out.'

'She who wins.'

'Once and for all...'

'Wins it all!' (Y/N) let her go and took a few steps back, 'devil take the hindmost.'

"He walks, you leave together, pockets full, debts paid, he sings," (Y/N) took a hold on her neck again, "you leave alone."

She let her go and left, 'devil take the hindmost.'

Sylvie just realized what she's done. She's just bet on Loki. On who gets to keep him forever. What has she done?

"Dear God, what have I done? I could lose him forever. My Loki!" Sylvie left the hall