Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 54 - The Celestial Trial

Just as we were about to leave through the portal to Earth, Archangel Michael stops us in our tracks. I hear my father's sped-up footsteps after us, immediately. Lilith's dress swishes from the wind, as well. They were all running to hide me from what they saw as my destruction.

It's weird to not know where you come from. It gets weirder when the debate is for all of the dimensions and world to decide on.

"She is Heaven-sent! She's a miracle. An act of God!" One angel bemuses.

"She is literally Lucifer's daughter. The daughter of the King of Hell, ring any bells?" A demon shouts back.

"Her mother is a mortal. A human being. She is but that." Another one answers.

Now, I had no voice in all of this. This was all but a mystery to me. Returning to Hell, I never thought I'd stand trial at the court of celestial beings.

I had never contemplated who I was and am.

I am my father's daughter. I was raised as such. I was born as such.

"There is no question that Lucifer took part in conceiving this celestial miracle. But not all miracles belong to Heaven. It is plain stupid of you to claim her." Lilith interjects.

She was most aggravated of all. Lucifer sat by the corner, eyes dark, lips pursed. Awaiting for my trial to end.

Lilith, on the other hand, was as protective and intense as a wildcat. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she was determined to keep me where I was.

"Let the girl speak for herself. No matter where you put her, she is her father's daughter. She is the Queen of Hell. Hell is hers and hers alone to conquer and lead. Make her choose. You'll see how you'll fail to own her." Her voice was furious.

"You do not have the right to control what is clearly out of control." Archangel Michael starts with his low voice. "But she just radiates destruction. You, here, all of you," He points out to the crowd of celestial beings. "Tell me now that you do not see danger in this girl's eyes? Tell me that you do not fear for your existence every time she looks at you with her fiery glares?"

The crowd loses in murmurs. A lot of them nod along. This was bad for Santi.

"How could any of you put this innocent soul to the stand?" Lilith growls after the uproar. Her maternal instincts were sure to kick in. She was not going to allow anyone to desecrate nor eliminate from existence the daughter she had tried so hard to do good by.

"She is but a kid. All of you have existed for at least a thousand years. Santi here has merely lived for 300 years. What do you know of her to judge her so harshly? Speak up, any one of you that can tell me that you have been personally hit or hurt by Santi."

The audience silences. It was clear.

"Santi means no ill intention. Just as demons have perverse actions or behaviors every once in a while does not mean that they are evil nor does it mean that they deserve to be banished to extinction. Just because you are scared of Santi as a celestial creature does not give you the power or authority to eliminate her. She is more than the powers that she holds. You, of all people, should understand that." She finishes her statement by looking at the Creator, having the urge to walk out that very moment, she stops herself. The trial was not near to being over and she needed to be there for Santi.

"Whatever do you mean by that?" The Creator acknowledges her meaningful looks and glares.

Standing up again before the crowd, Lilith mumbles, "You know how we all have different intensities of power. You know who holds the most capability of killing off humans and celestial beings alike. Yet you did not banish him. He betrayed you but that was not even enough for you to turn a blind eye to his torture. You punished him, cast him aside, but you did not kill him off. Why can you not show the same mercy and fairness to Santi as you did with Lucifer, her own father?"

The crowd gasps in shock.

"Is this true?" Was Archangel Michael's surprised reaction. Apparently, it was very controversial to have the almighty one show forgiveness and mercy on His subjects. "All this time, we sowed hatred on Lucifer. Yet you so easily forgave him. You didn't even bother to point us in the right direction. You did not tell us what had happened in the past."

"Silence, Michael," The Creator speaks, silencing the crowd once again. "Do not dare to question me."