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in command of every Verger on earth.
                  Legion wanted to blow the place up once they finished. Varia felt like that was overkill but decided not to argue.
                  Somewhere deep inside Varia's broken mind lay regret and sorrow over what was coming. He didn't want to kill everyone, it was just the easiest way to accomplish his purposes. He promised himself he would make up for it once his plans all came to fruition.
                  The Guild slumbered peacefully, unaware that death stalked its halls.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 1
                  Lyric stared at the road through his windshield, pondering the sequence of events that had led them here.
                  The Soul Singers Guild, the place responsible for the shaping of his talents and general philosophy on life, was gone. It had been attacked and destroyed in his absence, and now he was returning to discover what had happened.
                  The Soul Singers Guild was impregnable, at least it always had been. Trytohn, the Shining One himself, had sought to destroy repeatedly over the centuries, always failing.
                  Always.
                  How could it have fallen?  What about the Guild's mysterious High Master? He was supposed to be the single most powerful man on the planet. Guild legend had it that he himself had stood toe to toe with Trytohn and come away the victor.
                  Thinking of the Guild’s High Master brought up another issue Lyric found unbelievable.  According to Nit, the Guild's kindly barber, Ervin, was in fact the High Master himself, the very man responsible for protecting mankind and the Score of Creation from the monsters that would destroy both. Why did he masquerade as a barber? Why the secrets and charades?
                  He forced his thoughts down a different path and came to the revelation of Acheron, the demoness he  was tied to. The seductive hellion represented everything he had hated for as long as he could remember. But then he sang his eighth measure, the final measure his training required to become a master Soul Singer. This was the measure that unlocked her mind, body and soul to him. He was shocked by what he found there.
                  Evil, yes, abundant evil, but that wasn't all. He also found pain and sorrow and despair, the likes of which he couldn't grasp without dangerously bending his sanity. Acheron was so much more than he thought.
                  The true shock came when he looked into his own heart, his secret heart, the heart no one knew but himself and he reached a sobering conclusion: of the two of them - himself and the demoness - she was more constant and more honest than he had ever thought to be.
                  Lyric felt as though a crisis of faith was inevitable as he faced the truth of it. Acheron was corrupt, but deep down, so was he and every Singer he knew. The difference was, she never claimed to be anything other than what she was. Whereas Soul Singers lived arrogant, tiny lives inside the tiny bubble of their world.
                  If she was pure evil and everything he hated, then what did that make him? What did it make the Guild he served? Then he recalled something he'd been told by an angel once.
                  The Composer doesn't hate the fallen, He mourns them.
                  Shaking his head at the weightiness of it all, he turned his thoughts to more immediate concerns. Namely the huge, vaguely man-shaped beasts in the road ahead of him.
                  He was terribly worried. With Acheron and Cadence as his companions, there wasn't much he feared.
                  Acheron, the demoness, was an offensively beautiful, excessively violent, violet-eyed pain in his ass.  Years of training as a Soul Singer told him it should not have been