Dear Ms Lady Demigod Series

Happiness is not eternal. No matter how hard you try to protect, the people who you want to stay close to, will fade away from your life one day. It's really sad how some people can only stay in your memories and not in front of you. The warmth that you once felt when they patted your head will never come back again. I hate those happy times, because happiness is like water, it seems endless to us but someday it will slip away from you before you know it. You take it for granted at first but later you condemn those actions.

This is what I started believing 10 years ago when I first experienced death in my life and maybe it was the last time I experienced death because now…I don't have anyone left to die on me.

My name is Vierne Obolensky, the last surviving member of the Obolensky family after the Red Floor tragedy. I lost my parents in that tragedy. My father was an Earl, we were, what the common people called us, an 'elite class family'. Even now in the 21st century, we were a rich and respected family in Moscow. After my parents' death, I am left all alone. I've become a shut in. I'm too afraid to go to public meetings or parties. I know my lifestyle is not normal.

I'm a monster. Whatever I touch will surely die, no exceptions. That's because of my hands. When I was seven, I suffered from an acute illness and lost my ability to feel and gained a curse on myself. If I touch something with my right hand, it breaks in thousands of pieces, be it an object, a plant or a human, anything living or non-living without exceptions. But my left hand is worse. Anyone, who I touch with my left hand breaks from inside. My left hand breaks feelings and precious memories. Hence I keep it covered with a black glove. I cannot do the same for my right hand as it will tear away the glove, so it's hopeless.

I want to meet mom and dad. I want to rest peacefully once and for all, but I can't. I can't die no matter what I do. So I decided to pass my life peacefully, locked up in these four walls, spending my time reading. I love books, because they don't change their opinions as time passes. They remain the same with their originality and reflect someone's true feelings.

My body does not perform any metabolic activities. I don't breathe, eat, or do anything. Even my heart has stopped beating. It's as if I'm a living corpse. I have lost the ability to live and the ability to die. Right now I'm somewhere between life and death, waiting for death. It's been 10 years already. I'm just being pulled by life.

Everyone thinks that this mansion is abandoned. It's me who decided to cut my contact with the world. I don't know if I have any relatives. Even if there are, somewhere in my heart, I don't have the courage to look at them in their eyes because the one who killed my parents is me.

I lost hope, both in myself and this world, a long time ago.

Vierne: "I finished this book too, maybe I should go to the store to get some more. What a pain, let's change then."

People think that there is no heir of the Obolensky family, but here I am, the current heir of the family. I only go out when it becomes absolutely necessary. Either way I don't have any basic food requirements like normal humans. It saves money as I don't want to spend the entire Obolensky family treasures. I want to have the least bit of contact with the outside world. I cannot afford another tragedy.

While coming back home all that I was thinking was how noisy it was outside and how many books I had purchased or would those books last for a month and suddenly I bumped into someone. It felt as if I was about to faint, I was hit really hard. I groaned as I touched my stomach. What the hell was this guy thinking? “Here it comes, stay calm, stay calm.” Was what my conscience told me.

“Stay calm, don't create a fuss Vierne. That's right let him apologize and then just go your own way.” Was what I was thinking. He looked like a primary school kid.

What I was thinking was why the hell was he so surprised? Had he never seen a girl before? And what was with his curly hair? There are three things I hate the most in this world, sticky things like butter, slouchy bugs and some special type of guys. Guys of three types which I hate are the guys who are blonde or have curly hair or who are playboys and attract attention. This bastard was all three of them, so I developed an instant hate for him, even though he looked like a 5 year old, I knew exactly which kind of adult would he grow up to become and his golden curls really pissed me off, but I had to stay calm as firstly I'm a proper grown up 17 year old lady of the Obolensky family and secondly I don't want to attract any unnecessary attention.

The brat looked as if he was from an extremely poor family; he looked frail, pale and worn tattered clothes. But truth to be told, he would look really gorgeous if he was dressed properly or if he had a better guardian. His eyes looked dull and watching him, I felt uneasiness within me. I almost felt as if my heart was about to beat.

He slowly, very slowly moved his small, frail hands towards me. At first I thought he was going to touch my feet or do something lame like that to apologise but that brat's hands ended up on my chest and the nonsense he sprouted was-"Oh! I can touch it"

That's when I lost my very lady like cool and composure and did the only one thing which was obvious, I pushed that brat away and shouted at the top of my lungs "You brat! What do you think you're doing? Want me to kill you?"

Okay, that was unladylike. I can't believe I lost my cool and composure to such a brat but he was rude, I mean who gropes you on the very first meeting and even when he's expected to apologize? That's when he sprouted more nonsense-"Oh! You can see me?”

'This brat... should I finish him off by touching him with my right hand' was what I was thinking. As you can see, I had lost it. No, calm down; don't lose your cool to a brat.

By this time, I was sure I had become a part of a child's game so I decided to just leave the scene quietly. As I turned and started moving, I was pulled back and that boy asked me to wait, he was about to touch my right hand so I pulled myself back and shouted at him to stay away but he was reluctant so I did what was the best at that time-"Stay away from me you dirty brat, if you touch, your poverty may spread, you are so dirty that you may even contaminate me. You perverted pauper!"

I'd be lying if I said he didn't look hurt. He was hurt, I hurt him badly. It was not his fault he was poor. But I didn't regret my words because maybe this would keep him away from me. I turned my face, and began moving back home, when he called out to me saying "Okay miss, I won't touch you so please give me a moment of yours.

"Okay not more than a minute" was my reply. "A minute will be fine, I just need to ask you a few questions, firstly-"He looked really serious so I was curious what would he ask, he finally opened his mouth and said-"Are you sure you're a girl, tell me honestly, I promise I won't tell a soul."

Dear late mother and father, this person is extremely rude. Which kind of person asks this kind of a question to a lady?

What should I answer to such a lame and offensive question?

"Do you doubt my gender?" was the answer I had planned to reply calmly to this oblivious question but looking at his face I lost it again and shouted "I am a girl! 100% a girl? Are you blind? Or do you think I'm too flat and you took me out from the category of a girl? If it's a joke, it's not funny at all" I was seriously annoyed and waiting for his reaction when he gave a half smirk and said " yeah right, sorry, wrong question." I felt like slapping him but I controlled my emotions "Say miss, I have a request from you." "A request, what is it?" "Would you...like to form a contract with me?"

What was this brat even saying? Was the hell is a contract? I knew nothing about it, so I answered the obvious, “Yes,”

A big bright smile lit up his face and he replied "Really, I was afraid you might reject. Well, then let-"Officer, I think that kid is lost and maybe he is no, he IS mentally challenged. Please help him." As a concerned and good citizen, I reported him to a nearby police station. The police officer asked me where he was so I pointed towards him to guide the officer but the conversation between us was not very good.

Officer- Where, there is no one over there.

Me- Over there, near that red car.

Officer- There's just that red car, no one is near it.

Me- Are you blind?! He's right there!

Officer- There's really no one.

Me- What are you saying, can't you see that blondie with curly hair?

Officer- Calm down. Do you want some water? What did you eat in your breakfast?

Me- Do you think I'm hallucinating? Huh?!

This was nearly how the conversation went on.

"Do you get it now? No one can see me but you, so goes for touching or hearing" said that brat with a smile while I was feeling doomed. "What are you? Some kind of ghost out for revenge? I'm sorry I can't help you." I said.

That brat- Hmmm...Didn't I tell you yet? Oh. How irresponsible of me.

Me- You know, your curls really piss me off.

That brat- I'm a star.

Me- Yeah right! Stop screwing around!!

That brat- No really, I'm a star. The ones you see in the sky, I'm one of them.

Me- Then, why the hell are you here on Earth?

That brat- It's not just me, there are many others like me on earth.

Me- Many others? Like who?

That brat- Who cares, I just want to form a contract with you!

Me (instantly)- No

That brat- Why?

Me- That's because it's a pain. It's going to be too troublesome. Besides why are you after me? Anyone would do right? Then why me?

That brat- Because, only you can see me.

Me- Do you think I give a shit about that, you perverted brat!

After that, I simply came back home without looking back. I decided to change back and while I was changing I was thinking about what happened today. Why in the world would I care about someone else's problems, I myself have enough problems to deal with, I cannot possibly add any more. What a persistent brat. Maybe he's just a simple ghost who's claiming himself to be a star, however, It was the first time I talked to someone after 10 years, and a star above all, as if he is a star.

"Huh..? Really? You're literally the definition of a loner. Are you an extreme case?" This voice, it seems deadly familiar, I felt a chill down my spine as I heard it. I was still half dressed. I turned back only to find that BRAT standing at my window I shouted as it was the only thing I could think of, and then I ran and quickly covered myself with a blanket with my left hand.

That freaking brat basically followed me to my house and entered inside through the window. It was definitely tress passing wasn't it? And above all that he violated my private space by entering shamelessly inside my room while I was still half dressed. I'm starting to hate him more and more.

Dear late mother and father, your daughter Vierne, may end up taking yet another life but she won't be responsible for her actions in this brat's case.

"How much" I mumbled, "huh?" was his reply

"You dare "huh?" me! How much did you see you jerk?!" "Ah... that, don't worry about it, I didn't see the details.” He said with this irritating smile on his face. "Do you take me as a fool?" I was a bit relieved, "But there's a really cute mole on your back" he said "You saw it!! You jerk I'll have to kill-wait" I forgot. I touched him by his neck in the spur of the moment but I did it!

Now, he'll die too. How could I ever become so careless, how could I let such an important thing escape my mind. I'm sorry mother, father, I've again let you down. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too afraid to look up. I repeated it again.

"Are you alright?... Are you crying, I'm sorry. I went a little overboard; I'll pretend I never saw that.” He said. He-he's alive, but how? Has my curse faded with the flow of time? Thinking all this I reached my hand towards a flower pot nearby, I was feeling slightly happy thinking that I was finally free, but maybe, happiness is not that easy to attain, I touched that flower pot with my right hand and as my finger touched it, it shattered into thousands of smaller pieces. Those pieces were as small as the pieces of millets.

I was disheartened; I lost all hope all over again. That was just a moment of the past repeating itself, but this time the one to witness it were not my parents, it was this 5 years old looking boy who was a complete stranger for me. I had shown my powers, to the outside world, I could feel a terrific omen coming my way, I knew this story wasn't going to end well.

But then, I asked him- "Say, why didn't you break when I touched you?" Now I was curious about this guy. Maybe he wasn't lying at all. Maybe he was actually a star. To this question, he replied "Oooh... so, you can break the things you touch, amazing sila you got there!"

"What the hell is a sila?" I asked curiously, "Well that is... a special power possessed by Demigods."

Me-"Wait, what the hell did you just say? A demigod?"

The brat-"Yes, a Demigod. It's the offspring of a mortal and a god, that's what a Demigod is, and you are one of them, a Demigod.

Me-"Are you f#@king kidding me you brat! I'm so not one of them, I'm human!"

The brat-"Are you saying that all humans have powers like yours?"

Me-"That's-... But still, I'm sure both my parents were human!"

The brat-“I'm sure that's not the case. You are a living proof that one of your parents was a God.”

I was left speechless after that little comment of that brat. That's true, I believed for all these years that we’re not normal. Now, I even have a proof that I'm not normal.

Me-“So, even you are a demigod?”

The brat-“Oh no! I told you right. I'm just a star. You cannot possibly give me the status of a deity.”

Me- "So then, what exactly is the work of a star?"

The brat- "Stars are mere butlers or maids to the demigod who are destined to serve their master till they disappear."

Me- "So then... there are more demigods out there and not just me?"

The brat- “Precisely.”

Me- "Then why are you after me?"

The brat- "That's because, A star has only a single master and they can be anywhere among the 7 billion population of the world, and they even resemble humans, so it becomes difficult to meet a master. But once you find them, you must never let them go, ever!"

Me- "How can you say it's me?"

The brat- "That's because, not every demigod we'll meet will be our master. I told you that we have one and only one master. "

Me- "And, what if you don't like that master?"

The brat- "We don't have any choice over that, that's our fate, we cannot run away from destiny, because..."

Me- "Because...?"

The brat- "Because we are connected by a red string of fate."

Me- "What!! You mean, we can't have any other partner?"

The brat- "Yes, you can't even marry anyone else, in short, a demigod; never marries anyone, never ever."

Me- "Never ever" my ass! Are you serious! Do you have any idea how much big of an age gap we have you brat!"

That brat- "Don't worry, the age doesn't matter, what matters is the feeling"

Me- "F#@k you!!!"

That brat- "Now now… shall we?"

Me- "What"