"Siren"

There it was again.

For the past week, he'd heard a voice rising incessantly from his chapel, permeating throughout his domain, pulling him ever-closer like a siren's alluring call.

Wary, lest the call should indeed dash him sweetly against the rocks of utter destruction, he finally peered into the chamber from his many vantage points that littered the Opera Populaire.

A girl…

A small girl, not past seven, at the most. A small girl with a sweet voice, rare for one so young.

A small girl, one whose voice could be trained, molded into perfection.

The voice of an angel…