Her melancholy vibrato rang through the forest. She sat on her favorite rock with her favorite violin resting under her left chin. The glossy red finish reflected the little sunlight reaching past the treetops to her. Her black bow let the sound bounce around her.
A boy of fifteen or sixteen was nearby. He heard the sound, and followed it to see the girl his age playing the violin. He walked over to her, but he stepped on a fallen branch.
The girl jumped. Her bowing arm jerked forward, and snagged one of her strings. "Hey!" she exclaimed, turning to him. "You made me break my E string!"
"Sorry. I have some spare. Do you want another one?" he asked.
"Thanks. Do you play an instrument?"
"Piano, guitar, and a little violin. You're really good. What's your name?"
"Lilith. And yours?"
"Just call me Justin," he said.
"You got to hear me play," Lilith said as she reattached her string, "so let me hear you."
"Alright." Justin pulled out a tablet from his backpack and opened a piano app. He set it on the rock and popped his knuckles. "Ready?" Lilith nodded and watched as his fingers glided across the screen like it was a real piano.
"Impressive. But can you beat this?" she challenged as she picked up her violin. She played Pachelbel's Canon in D.
"How sweet. But I like more of the metal style." He changed a setting on his app and played a hardcore song.
"I like that. Let me see if I can accompany it..."
In the middle of the forest, Lilith dug into her strings as Justin pounded on his keys. "Was that improv?" he asked when they were done.
"Yeah. I do that a lot."
"Why were you playing here?"
"I'd rather not talk about it..." she replied slowly. "Maybe someday I'll tell you."
"Okay. Do you come here often? I do. Usually I have my electric guitar."
"I'm here every day. I have three violins. This one is the one I use for classical music. I have a black one like this and a black electric one."
"You have an electric violin? Do you...want to bring it tomorrow? We could play together..." He gave her a shy smile and ran a hand through his brown hair. He had on a white sweatshirt and jeans, nothing out of the ordinary.
Lilith looked at her black lace-up boots. Her blonde hair contrasted with her black outfit. "S-sure."
"Great. I'll see you then," Justin said as he walked away.
Lilith picked up her violin and started to play again. She lost track of time; before she knew it, the sun was setting. She stopped playing, pushed the rock she was sitting on aside, and jumped down the hole it covered.
"You're late, Lilith."
"I know, Father. I'm sorry. I lost track of time," she replied. Her father wore a black cloak that covered all of him; he hid his face from everyone.
He pointed his scythe in her direction and said, "Today is the day you get your powers. Come with me."
Lilith followed her father out of the transporting room and into the Underworld. Her family's castle was visible on the horizon; the skies were black and starless. A wall of fire without smoke separated the castle from the rest of the Underworld. Being the Grim Reaper's daughter, Lilith Reaper could walk through fire. She was nearly invincible; Angels were her one weakness. Her father, Grim, led her to the basement of their castle.
"Here is your cloak, and you have a choice of weapons. You could go with the traditional scythe, or you can have a sword, a more modern gun, whatever you want."
She picked up the scythe. She liked the way it felt in her hands. "I'll go with this. When do I get my wings?"
"As soon as you wear something with wing holes. I've restocked your closet. The cloak will be the only thing to hide your wings after this point. Meet me back down here after you get changed."
Lilith ran up to her room and looked in the closet to see a wide variety of outfits. She chose a black, strapless dress that went to her knees. It was tight at the top, but the skirt puffed out, gothic-style. She laced up black boots that almost reached the hem of her skirt and went to the mirror. She saw black wings behind her shoulders. They weren't feathery like angel wings, but they had a similar look.
She put on her cloak and went back down to her father. "Let's see those wings," he said. She slipped off her cloak to let her wings open themselves up. "Very good. They matured nicely. Now I will teach you the art of killing." Grace and Grim spent the rest of the night slaughtering dummies.
Meanwhile, Justin returned to his home in the Overworld. His mother, Harper Angel, was teaching him the art of saving. Unknowingly, they he and Lilith got their wings at the same time, but neither of them knew they were enemies.