Vierne Obolensky is the last heir of the Obolensky family, the family of Earls in Moscow, Russia. With a demigod's destructive powers in both her hands, she killed everyone who touched her, leaving her alone in an abandoned mansion away from human civilization, waiting for a peaceful end, until she meets music, music in human form. As he takes over her days and nights, she is lost in his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that invite her to kill again, this time, to secure a position as the most powerful mediator between gods and humans, the ruler of death, the judge of purgatory, a Gatekeeper. As they go on a journey of self-discovery, they meet other magical beings, exorcists, gods, devils and star sprits. Music falls prey to his old deeds under a fatal curse. With a sweet savage and a romantic pervert by her side, will such a sheltered girl ever get to that throne every demigod wishes for?

Dear Ms Lady Demigod 

He asked me to stab him but isn't killing someone a crime? At least that's what the Russian constitution says. But it's only meant for humans so I guess killing stars doesn't count.

After all, a mortal can't dictate what I can or can't do. I stood there like a dimwit with a knife in my hands. By that time that girl took out a huge axe from her pocket. My brain cells were falling apart even though I hadn't consumed any coke, I swear. Maybe Lict mixed something in the food and now I was seeing its effect. She swung her axe like it were some adult toy on which my mind had tattooed a /"What the fuck/" —Just a minute, physics—How can that thing come out of there?!

And boy, did she look strong. She could slice Lict into sushi and eat him raw—And he would like that!

/"What are you staring at, you simp?/" That male demigod said. Oh wow, so I'm a simp now? Great. Well, sorry for being new at something and not knowing what to do, sir.

Chapter7