Once every awful millennia there is a pause that shakes Hell's foundations, a sudden reprieve from the disordered chaos. Something like loud speakers turns on in the distant darkness amidst the hisses and whining of tormented souls and a voice, Voice, vibrates the unseeable rafters of the vaulted dreary dampness of damnation. And while the Offer is repeated with perfectly-precise regularity, it only incites but a few, a small group of the condemned who will pause amidst the clamor to claim their songs worthy to be heard in Heaven. These are the ones who would sing for the King. This is their story, the story of the Singers of Hell.