Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 58 - The Notepad

"Santi, is that you?" Emman asked not believing what he was seeing with his own eyes. "How is this possible? I thought you had left for good."

"Depends on who's asking, apparently," Peter interjects. He had always shown resentment towards Santi the moment it all blew up in their faces. He believed him to be part of the little act, all along.

"Well, you'll only know that if this house is safe," Santi replied, cautious and wary to who might be listening. She had just escaped Hell and all that it stands for. She couldn't afford to be found so easily by the soldiers of all the realms.

"Santi, you should know that you will always be safe with us. With your secrets or not." Emman softly mutters.

"Good, because I am going to be asking something very treasonous of you. Treasonous to Hell, Heaven, and Earth. And I can't afford to have any of you spill it." She instructs.

"You know I love drama." Kiki stands up, joining in on the conversation.

"Lilith and the others are currently in a world in between. They haven't known I have escaped yet. But at most, I have an hour. Lilith promised me to agree to work with us on this one."

Well, until Grandpappy Jack stood up and announced he was going to the bathroom, the teens had forgotten the complete existence of their parents and family members.

"We should go somewhere more discreet," Emily motions, walking out of the dining area to head to one of the spacious chambers in the mansion.

"Honey, where are you all going? What's going on?" Emily's mother calls out before they could leave the room completely. Emman just nodded, making sure her focus didn't once flicker from the issue at hand.

"We have something important to discuss as a group. We'll be upstairs." Emman answered his mother.

"But dessert?"

"We will have dessert later on," He kisses his mom on the cheek before telling the others to walk out of the room.

She leaped from her crouching posture and stealthily approached to retrieve the book from his coat, flicking through its pages as soon as the doors to the eating room were closed. Even though hurriedly written, his penmanship was lovely, and everything was portrayed in great care. This book included the same information he had when he began the case, and the pages had gradually filled over time. She decided to flip to the last few blank pages in the book, having known that they would contain the information she needed.

"End of days?" she said as the words screamed off the page at her.

Queen is plotting something that might result in global annihilation. To the end of the world. It has something to do with the medication she intends to sell on New Year's; I don't know what it is yet; all I know is that the drug's name is 'the Hiipe,' and that it has the possibility to entirely obliterate humanity as we know it. The information came via a tip, and I checked everything out; but, owing to the Queen's concealment, any additional information is difficult to get by. Only fifteen days till New Year's Eve, and I'm concerned I'll be the only one! Max is someone from who you might be able to acquire accurate information. At all costs, I'd prefer to avoid that encounter.

This wasn't simply a notepad, but a journal as well. His feelings about the situation, and the possibility that something about her was put in here, he claimed he created a profile. She started reading through the pages again, hoping to find her name before he finished in the restroom. Emman came upon a sketch that prompted him to abandon his pursuit. Who'd have known Santi Grahams was a talented artist?

But it wasn't the reason he came to a halt; she came to a halt since it was a photograph of him. A paper containing notes about him, his profile, was next to the depiction of his face. A statement towards the bottom of the page piqued his interest.

"He might be the closest thing I have to feeling loved and to love someone." It read.

His reading was cut off as the bathroom door opened. Santi didn't bother stealing the notebook from his hands, instead, she turned her eyes back to the sentence, already knowing its ending.

"He is what makes me feel alive. The sun to my Earth."

"What are you doing?" Emily said, standing very still with Emman's notepad in her hands. Those same three phrases may become actual, her eyes couldn't leave them. Is that how it went down? I would like to avoid that confrontation at all costs. Emily suddenly realized that Emman had fallen for Santi for real, he didn't mean to, but he had.