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Lyric to look at her in the mirror.  She was staring intently out the window.  He noticed Cadence was looking at the demoness as well.  She had felt it too.  Concentrating on the sensations he was picking up he realized he smelled... sunshine.
                  "I smell fairies."  The demoness said.
                  Lyric did not bother challenging her statement.  Partly because he had been through so much the last few weeks alone that nothing seemed impossible - or even unusual - anymore.  Partly because he was swerving to avoid two large oak trees that had just stepped into the road directly ahead of them.  Thankfully, the Keylac's tune up on his vehicle included the brakes.  He briefly wondered when hell's mutt would be showing up with another demand for payment on his contracts.
                  Once stopped, Lyric jumped out of his car to find they were surrounded by a ring of large trees that was slowly tightening.  Listening carefully to the song of creation he found the melody that sang of the oaks and began humming, subtly imposing his own will on them.  The trees ceased their movement and waved their branches gently in time to Lyric's song.
                  "You truly have a gift, young man."  A handsome man with a shock of disheveled gray hair sat on a low limb of the tree in front of Lyric's car.
                  "You flatter me, Mr..?" Lyric waited for the stranger to fill in the blank, certain he would not.
                  "Call me Thistle." The man replied promptly.  "Father of the dizzy oaks and child of the winds."
                  Acheron snorted derisively.
                  "Ill met by sunlight, foolish Oberon." The demoness bowed mockingly.
                  "You know, I never understood your fascination with Bill." The Fairy King said conversationally, turning his attention to Acheron.  "Being his muse I understand, it would feed your vanity.  But protecting him from the plague, killing him before that embarrassing business with his son, even protecting his bones."  The Fairy King leapt gracefully to the ground and approached the trio.  Stopping a few feet away he gave Lyric the once over.  "Methinks you have a soft spot for the artsy types."
                  Acheron shrugged.
                  "Shakespeare said beautiful things, I appreciate beauty."
                  Oberon walked around the three of them, staring unapologetically.  Cadence drew her sword and pointed it at the fairy King's face.
                  "What do you want, Oberon?" She asked directly.   
                  Oberon scowled, but to his credit, he did not flinch away from the iron that was toxic to his kind.  Then his eyes widened in shock as he looked closely at Cadence.
                  "Your highness!" The Fairy King dropped to one knee. Lyric and Acheron each cocked a surprised eyebrow "You've left the Verge! Why? And what are you doing with her?" He jerked his head at the demoness.
                  "Not your business, Oberon. Why do you detain us?"
                  The Fairy King looked back and forth between the three companions and his jaw dropped in shock as he reached his conclusion.
                  "You were ruler of the entire Verge and you threw it away for a human? "
                  Cadence did not bother answering, the point of her sword remained fixed on the Fairy King's face.
                  "Oberon," Lyric's voice cracked with authority.  The fairy king winced and looked at him in annoyance.  "It's been a long few months and right now I'm on my way to bury friends. What is it that you want?"  
                  Oberon held his anger in check.  He had nothing against this singer. In truth, he respected the man as much as he was able to respect a mortal.  If not for