Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 5 - As She Wrangles

    "You are the She-Devil, spawn of Lucifer and a human being. A celestial crossing of breeds. An impossible, unfeasible, and unexplainable occurrence. You possess some of the magical and powerful abilities Lucifer has. In Hell, you are ageless, you face eternal youth and are untouchable to pain. You possess human emotions, human-like thinking, human inclination to do good rather than evil. Yet here, on Earth, you possess the anatomy and physical ability of any other human being. You display powers holding you over both realms." He pauses and stares at the strange angry girl, looking up at her.

Her eyes turned black. Her cheeks burned red. Her skin paled.

"You were the repercussions of Lucifer's poor judgement. But your past life was an unnecessary personal judgement call of my brother. Your existence in Hell should not serve as your father's punishment. You have a future here on Earth. Henceforth, you shall continue residence in this realm." He finishes his speech and walks out of the tunnel and into the light.

Before Santi could even process what Michael was saying, the angel flew off the cliff and disappeared in the distance.

Santi was left bewildered. She was to continue residence on Earth. For 300 years, she had never dreamed to walk Earth, nor living in it. She had always thought she was destined to suffer. But now, here was no hope. Here was the future she had long awaited for.

Her lips curled upward, into a full smile. It might have been the head wounds taking effect, but she knew she had felt joy. She finally had a chance for revenge.

And then, she fell to the ground.

Hours have probably passed before the teen demoness awoke. This time, the pain was more intense. She felt like dying, vividly, even though she had never experienced the feeling before. It was horrific. She could only imagine the deaths she had received before in Hell. There was never a good ending for any of those poor souls.

Then, she fainted again.

Hours have passed, and restless she lay. Like a baby, she crawled. Her voice was hoarse, her mouth dry.

It was a cold New York morning. Taxi cabs flew by on the road. Busy businessmen flung past her. Old newspapers and plastic cup hits her face.

Homeless people argued beside her space on the pavement. She was lying, face-down. Her hair was a mess, her face sticky and dirty. She remembers the wound on her head and immediately checks it.

It was gone. Not healed, not treated. Gone, disappeared. No trace of wound or pain could be found on her head.

She slowly gets up on her feet and realizes she was completely fit and active. As if the dizziness, pain, and encounter with Archangel Michael were all a dream. But she knew it wasn't the moment she turned to the store window they were loitering in front of. She had had a busy night. An unreal one, and on cue, her stomach rumbled.

Santi was hungry. Cold, alone, and hungry. Usually, food and/or eating was an unnecessary treat on Hell. Every now and then, Lucifer would bring her sweet treats to trick her up to her sleeve. But she was never usually this hungry. She was so hungry she felt she could eat a cow.

With no sense of time on Earth and no idea how to become a human being, she had laid down on that sidewalk for what seemed like an eternity. It had been three days since Archangel Michael left her on the cliffside. Around two moons had passed since she had woken up. Now she was on the busy streets of New York, with no instructions, no manuals, nor food and drinks. Puzzled on how she got there, she knew she was helpless. She couldn't speak the fast language these humans spoke. She spoke English but not as fast as these people, and no one seemed to bother listening to her, anyway. She didn't understand her human body's need for food, water, and warmth. She had eaten scraps on the first day and thought that was enough to fill her. It had to be enough, she did not know where else to go to satisfy her needs. The only thing keeping her alive and awake was the fire that burned inside her as she thought of the 'heroic' angel she thought was trying to save her from hell, but instead gave her her own version of the same hellish environment. There was no way Archangel Michael is go back to Heaven unscathed. She needed to settle the score between her and the angels, but she couldn't do that while stuck dying on Earth.

"Here's some change, darling." A kind voice spoke to her, offering her change. She was familiar with Earthly objects and materials, but she never could relate to the human body and its emotions.

"What the f**k do you want me to do with this? Do you think I need your help?!" She sprung up so fast, the woman fell on her back, startled. Santi slaps the woman's hand away, making her drop the coins. Other homeless people instantly took notice and scrambled to get the money.

"Well, you're a mean little bitch." The woman mouths as she stands on her feet and begins to walk away.

Santi was left dumbfounded for a moment. She had never been talked back to. In Hell, she was a queen. No mere creature spoke back to their queen. Might as well assume, same goes for mere mortal human beings. Why not, right?

Santi flares up inside with rage and walks furiously toward the blonde that tried giving her coins. She was angry and willing to place the blame on anyone at this point. As she does this, she feels her body strengthening. As if the sustenance she needed could be found in her violence. She was neither cold nor hungry.

She catches up to the woman and grabs an armful of her long, thick hair.

"You mean, little bitch." She enunciates as she drags her back to her previous spot on the street. The woman struggles, her heels clicking fast on the pavement. She tries swatting Santi's hand away, but she was too strong to grapple with.

"Let go of me, you psycho!" The woman screams in pain, frantically reaching for her hair. Her scalp started to turn a reddish blush from the pain Santi was inflicting on her head. "F*ck you, you b***h!"