Music expands to take up whatever space is offered, be it a tavern, concert hall, or heart.

I do not pretend to stand among the greats, but I pray to Aion every day that I can in my own poor way fill Asmodian hearts with honor and joy. Without music, life would be a mistake.

Before you listen, Daeva, I have a somewhat unorthodox request of you: could you close your eyes? Block out all sight and thought except my music. See what happens.

(You close your eyes and listen without preoccupation.)

(You feel light, as if you were floating into the sky of Pandaemonium without your wings.)