Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 13 - A First for Everything

"So where are you headed? Home? Or are you chickenly scared like me and go to school?"

It takes me minutes to answer her. How do you explain that you don't have both a home and a school to go to without looking like a weirdo who befriended her in jail?

"I don't go to school here." It was all I could think of. It was simple and clean. It was also somewhat true.

"Oh really? I thought the policeman said you came from around here?" Emily looked up from her phone, confused.

"No, you misheard him."

"Well, where do you go to school?" She prompts. Man, this girl does not give up.

"I—I don't." I say, giving up. I never could lie successfully. It was an evil habit.

I found that to be true for all humans. Back in Hell, when Lucifer would torture humans for the fun of it, He’d question their beliefs and deeds on Earth even when He knew the full timeline of all of their evil deeds. Each and every one of them would try to lie their way out or manipulate the situation to favor them. My father and I always enjoyed their look of defeat and surprise when they’d slowly realize we knew the truth all along.

Like I said, lying was an evil habit.

"Oh," Was all Emily muttered.

I stood in silence as she types fiercely unto her phone.

"Come on, we gotta get going if we don't want to be late." She grabs my arm and takes me to the side of the road.

Almost instantly, a black car pulls up in front of us. Emily opens the door and basically shoves me inside.

I flinch slightly in pain, but more of annoyance. This girl was bossy. I think she may just be as bossy as me. I do not like that thought.

"Take us to school, would you, Umbridge?" She taps the back of the driver's seat softly and the cat speeds away.

This was weird. I must've shown it on my face for Emily was already giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Truth be told, I did something sly.” Her face could not have stopped smiling even if I tore her small lips from her face. “I texted my dad's assistant to take care of your papers. You are going to school with me." She says with a smirk and a wink.

School? For 18 years old? School for me, a 300-year old demon? This girl was delirious.

"What do you mean?"

"Ooh, you speak." She laughs at me and continues to press intensely on her phone. "I get by what you meant on how your life's going on. And it's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all a little broke. Some more than others. But with that said, I convinced my dad to get you into the same school as me. His assistant said it was fairly easy since you literally had no records in any school. Literally, you are like a ghost."

Not a ghost, a demon.

I had no thoughts on the matter. Earlier this week I was begging for mere food. Here was Emily offering me all luxuries in life in Earth for free– I think? Besides, if I truly want to live a life on Earth and get the revenge I want, I should make effort into blending in as I work my way up to the angels. I could never defeat them even with the rage I have when my stomach gurgles hungrily.

"What was not easy though was to convince my father to agree. He tends to hate on me, you know, especially after I told him I’d just gotten out of jail again. But don't worry, I got your back. Now I just have to show up at family brunches. Yippie." Her yippie didn't sound too yippie.

Obviously, she has issues with her father. But how bad could her father be for her to despise him this much? Lucifer, my father, was the King of Hell, but even he was a good dad. Just a little smothering sometimes.

"Oh, Umbridge, we should take a turn to the left here. We need to make a pit stop.” Here she goes again, smiling at me. I’m starting to think I’m not the weirdo here.

The car stops in front of a luxurious structure. Its windows were tinted, but the displays were shiny. Above it, read, Prada.

“Come on, we’re going shopping.”

Um, no.

No.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” I declined over and over again in my head. But denied her twice only. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“Girl, you’re gonna have to give me more than ‘no’.” Her eyebrows perched up. Her lips curled.

“I have never been shopping.” I told her, honestly.

“Oh, that’s alright. You’ll know its magic today.”

I take a look at the price tags on the clothes we passed by. They were worth thousands of dollars. By now, I had a small idea about money that ran the world. They were a pretty penny that everyone loved to get their hands on. Essentially, they made the world turn.

Hence, my jaw dropped a little upon seeing the four-digit number printed on the paper.

Emily must’ve noticed me snooping as she grabs my hands to the corner with two small rooms. The walls inside were mirrors and she glimpsed at me while I nervously fiddled with my hands.

I’m not normally a nervous person. But Earth had ironically turned my world upside-down.

“Dude, I’m paying. Stop being so conscious of the prices. Daddy’s card has my back.”

And there it screamed spoiled. Rottenly spoiled.

But I didn’t mind as Emily starts shoving pieces of clothes to my chest.

“Try them on. Show me after.”

I take the clothes inside the rooms with me. She had handed me around five pieces of clothing. I tried the dress first. It was awkward to wear. It had no sleeves. My arms felt cold.

“I feel cold.” I told her as I walked out the room, running my hands up and down my arms.

“Damn, girl, you have chicken arms.” She raises my arms around and touches my skin. “I’mma take you to the gym one of these days. But also, why’re you cold when you look so figgin’ fire in that dress.”

“I don’t think I can wear this.” I tell her, sheepishly.

“Um, okay. Try the next pair on, then.”

She was disappointed. Emily was obviously used to being followed and worshipped all the time. But I never waivered on the dress and went back inside the room to continue to try on clothes.

“That was a Sable and Re-nylon dress. That cost around 18 hundred. She looked hot as hell, too. I don’t get this girl.”

I could hear her mutter words on the other side of the door. But it was shushed. She must be talking to someone on the phone.

“Hey,” I called her attention after putting on a pair of jeans and a black lacy top.

“Hey,” she smiled. “So, that looks good on you, as well. Pretty much anything here would look good on you, I guess.”

“I don’t know about that but this does make me feel good. It’s comfortable.”

“Yeah, comfy.” Her bubbly smile returns. “I know Prada released more relaxed clothes like that last season. Wait, I’m gonna ask for it. I just love looking for clothes and you know, seeing how it fit on others.” She shouts as she navigates through the clothes rack and head towards the saleslady by the cashier.

Not long after, she returns with heaps of clothes on her hands.

“Now, this is shopping.” Her grin went from ear to ear.

I have to say, I’m starting to like how slicky money is if it meant these much heaps of clothes.

I smiled at her, with my arms ready to receive what she had to offer.

By the end of it all, we were checking out around ten pieces of clothing items plus all the accessories and matching sets she thought looked cute on me. Each one of these was so pricey, I stopped feeling guilty around three grand worth of clothes.