Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 24 - An Excerpt on Lilith and Lucifer

    All the while Santi was living off her new days on Earth, Lucifer had lost his marbles. Lilith, after hearing the truth about Santi’s being, immediately crossed worlds to find her. Lucifer, on the other hand, went a little cuckoo.

He had formulated a plan. Oh, I’m sorry, plans. He drew almost five plans to destroy Earth, or rather, parts of Earth as he looks for Santi. He had summoned blueprints of the Earth, with each island magnified. He planned on searching per island and blowing them up to know where he hadn’t been to.

Granted, he had lost his daughter of 300 years. But he was the King of Hell. He wasn’t supposed to lose confidence so damn easily.

“I have to find my daughter, Beelzebub.” He exclaims as the demon named Beelzebub brought him more prints of Earth’s islands.

“No offense, boss, but you’re actin' a little nutso.” Beelzebub casually answers, to which Lucifer summons his magic and makes the demon trip over himself.

“You’re a little nutso, you ignorant being.” He retorts.

By then, most creatures in the kingdom were terrified of their leader. Normally they were. But this time, they were so terrified, none of the Immortuis would dare go inside his room to bring his requests. He tended to instantly evaporate them from existence whenever he felt like it.

It had been hours since Lilith had left him. It was maybe a full day on Earth.

“Damn humans,” Lilith shakes her head in anger. She had flown up to Earth to try and find Santi. She couldn’t find her scent, essence, or any traces of her. But then again, she had only been to Earth for around three hours.

She walked along with a vast crowd. She had found herself in the great city of Greece, where all false gods were born. She despised the place. It made her cringe to the core. But it was where she imagined Santi to be. In the one place, the angels knew they’d hate to search her for.

Tourists swarmed the great temple of the Acropolis.

How was it that Earth was both too hot yet too cold?

Or was it simply Lilith’s immortal body reacting to Earth’s harsh weather? After all, they never had a ray of sunshine in Hell.

Finding Santi was no easy feat. Usually, when Lucifer strays the Earth and Lilith has to fetch him, she only needed to concentrate and immediately she’ll know his whereabouts. It was some sort of telepathic communication. Lucifer wanted to let Lilith know where he was, and Lilith wanted to find him. She had assumed it was because of the connection they shared. After all, she was practically his wife. But with Santi, she could get no clue from the universe. Maybe she didn’t want to be found.

Nevertheless, Lilith tried. Her first guide to finding her was the skin tone. No tourists nor Grecian had that pale skin as Santi’s. She was still one of a kind on Earth. Just for different reasons. Skin as pale as the snow was Lilith’s chant to finding her.

She had gone to the Lighthouse of Cape Lefkada, Pelasgian Beach, and the Monument to the Pontic Greek g******e (which was her favorite, of course), but she didn’t find Santi. It had taken her 8 hours to travel with the tourists, hoping to blend in enough so that the angels don’t spot her.

8 hours was hell on Greece. Traveling with the tourists, she had had to listen to hundreds of boring stories about the gods and goddesses from the lame tourist guide. She was seriously considering just killing that tourist guide off. A straight s***h to the throat would immediately heal her ears. Of course, Aphrodite wasn’t some jealous goddess. She was but a jealous mayor’s daughter if anything.

“Have you seen anyone that looks the way I do?” She tries to ask one of the tourists which was a middle-aged woman with sunglasses on and tan lines exposed.

“Huh? What?”

“Useless bench. Have you seen anyone as pale as me?” She screams and enunciates as the crowd erupts in shouts. An actress, apparently, was among them on the tour.

“Is that Scarlet Johansson?” One shouts in her ears.

“You faker!” She shoots up in anger and punches the guy straight in the face. The small group of people among them in the back turned around for a moment but never gave another fork.

What a short way to summarize human damnation.

Lilith leaves the crowd, feeling helpless. There were thousands of humans but not one bothered to help her. She leans on one of the crumbling columns, elevated and directly looking at the messy human feat.

“Lilith,” A voice speaks from behind her. She turns around and widens her eyes.

“Saraqael, funny seeing you here.” Lilith tries to maintain her posture. But deep inside, she was almost terrified.

“We expected Lucifer to roam the Earth so freely. But we didn’t think you’d be here, much more before Lucifer even crosses.” Angel Saraqael was dressed in ancient Greek clothing, with white fabric hung around his muscular physique. He had taken a human form and blended well with the humans. And the final piece to his disguise, a corndog on his hand.

“Lucifer is with me. He’s on the other side of the island.” She lies straight through her teeth.

“Oh, dear Lilith,” He raises his hand and runs it through her cheek and Lilith gives out the slightest tremble. “We know Lucifer hasn’t left his lair. No other being here is glowing a celestial glow. Only us, dear.” He smiles sweetly.

Lilith wanted to run. Run back to Lucifer. Hide behind him. But she was too far gone on her own. She can’t even call Lucifer even if she tried. She was alone on Earth, with a predator clinging to her neck.

Then she imagined how Santi must’ve felt being left alone on Earth. She was much older and experienced than Santi, yet she was terrified of the circumstances she found herself in. How much more a young 300-year-old demon?

“You can threaten me all you want, Saraqael. I will not cower. You cannot attack me here in this crowded place. Lest you want your Creator to swallow you whole.”

She had felt an insane amount of courage. Like an adrenaline shot, her hope shot back up. She wasn’t going to leave Santi all on her own in this mess of a planet. She had to get her back. Besides, she knew she was untouchable. A celestial being born of the same fiber as the angels, only a castaway. A celestial being tied to Lucifer innately. She may not have the powers the angels of Lucifer possessed, but she was immortal.

Saraqael grips her arm and brings her close to him, whispering in her ear, “Watch your step, little lady. Your King is not here to protect you.”

He lets go and Lilith loses him to the crowd. She knew from the moment she stepped on Earth she was being watched. The angels must’ve known where Santi was. After all, they do nothing but watch and judge Earthlings.

Lilith makes her way to the entrance to Hell. There was a hidden portal scattered all around the world. One was in Greece. In the high mountains, where only cats stayed.

“If the angels knew where I was at every moment, they must also know where Santi is right now. This is all a plot. Maybe to lure Lucifer out. Or to vanquish the Kingdom of Hell. When Lucifer leaves, no one will be left to protect the kingdom. I must warn him. Who knows what evilness those heralds of heaven are up to?” She says to herself, a bit panicked.

She reaches the curve of a dark cave, the portal to Hell, and crosses over.

“Do not leave your kingdom!” Lilith exclaims as she rushes through the door of Lucifer’s chambers.

Lucifer looks at him, bewildered.

“What do you mean, my dearest?”

“The angels are plotting against you. I do not know what it is yet, but I am sure it will be devastating for us. I met Saraqael on Earth. They are waiting for you to ascend.”

Lucifer falls back on his chair clad in gold and black.

“I cannot get her back,” He says in dismay. “She will forever be trapped in Earth, and I, trapped in my own kingdom.”

“You mustn’t give up, my love. We will find a way to retrieve Santi. I can search the Heavens and Earth for her. But you need to stay down here, okay?”

“You will never find her. Not before the angels deem her vulnerable enough to attack.” His tone reeked of defeat. He had realized that he was the only person capable of finding Santi, but he could never leave his own kingdom.

Suddenly, he felt the entrapment Santi mentioned. To be shackled to your own home. To fear what once comforted you.