Mercy used to sit by the river every night and play her bass, rather poorly. The young girl couldn't find a teacher. Who would want to work with a half demon, half fire elemental? Every time she got upset, mad, or even excited, she would become surrounded by flames. Finally Mercy gave up hope that she would learn. Until... Until one night, when the moon was a rare shade of blue. She was strumming tunelessly on the bass when she was approached by a young (well young looking) boy with a light blue skin tone. He smiled and bared his fangs as he stopped on the river's edge, his feet just barely in it. Mercy didn't know what to say, she knew who he was from his appearance and her shock and fear caused her to release her bass and it hit the ground with a thud she didn't hear. She knew that she would be no match for him...
"I can teach you." He said, picking up her instrument and holding it out to her, "If you'd like."
Mercy was shocked to silence, all she could do was nod. The halfling reached out and lightly grasped the neck, lower than his hand. Too scared to touch his skin.
Marshall Lee the Vampire King was going to be her teacher.