Darkness has no claim over light. It was supposed to remain that way. Yet the lure to claim is sometimes too strong; like death is lured to claim life.

I had been the God of Underworld for as long as I could remember. Yet, one thing could warm even the coldest part of my being. A voice so angelic that hummed through the underworld, my world, from beyond the realms. I closed my eyes, listening to echoing songs, and was tempted to follow it. Follow it out in the light that I didn't belong to.

My songbird's voice always echoed through the realm at this same time. When night met the day. And this time, I did something I never did. I left the depths of my realm and walked into the light. Following the hauntingly beautiful voice that had been etched into my very soul for months now.

And that's when I saw her. The songbird. Or, more like, the light that could enchant darkness itself.

"Like a little dove.." I murmured to myself. Watching. Listening. Planning.