Inhuman Warlock

"Tip? I don't think I've ever seen this happen," Lucifer said, sitting on the bed. "No one ever asked me for a tip before."

"Geez, I wonder why. It's not like they might be scared to approach you before," Zale let out, laughing.

"Why would anyone be scared of me? I don't eat people." Lucifer smiled. He noticed his bare hands. "At least not in a conventional manner."

"How are we going to start our training here? You haven't told me the way to train yet."

"It's still not the time. We're not there. The way to train is now hard though. As I said, put your knowledge to practical use. Fight other Variants, use your powers, challenge yourself. And if that's hard, explore dungeons."

Originally he wanted to tell Zale to not explore dungeons since that's where he died, but he changed his mind after remembering he was found there too.

A dungeon was the place where his life began while also being the place where Zale's life ended.

"So we are here to explore Dungeons?" Zale asked.

"Nope. We are here to fight real people. I doubt we'll need it though. If I'm not wrong, there won't be a Warlock Council at this time. So he would most probably be alone," Lucifer said. "It shouldn't be hard."

The two spent the day in the hotel, resting and eating. After sleeping through the night, they left in the morning, leaving for the nation of Zeston.

A two day long journey followed suit where two people flew through hot and cold, forests and deserts, all to get to Zeston at the fastest.

Luckily, there was no obstruction on the way.

On the way, Lucifer didn't forget to teach Zale how to use his lightning more effectively. He taught Zale how to best attack using the lightning and how to get it out of the body.

Being a fast learner, Zale immediately grasped the concept, but he was still slow in forming a connection with the clouds.

He couldn't form the clouds despite doing just as Lucifer said.

"It's still not working. I guess it's not possible for me." Zale said in disappointment, standing not far away from the Zeston Capital.

It was barren ground that Lucifer had selected for training since he wasn't sure if he could teach Zale more after getting into the city and going back to his old time.

"You're wrong. If I can do it, you can do it as well!"

"I can't. I tried the way you described it. I tried to use my memories to stimulate my lightning to form a connection. I even tried my sad memories, but it didn't work."

"What is your saddest memory?" Lucifer asked Zale.

"Ah... I think it's the moment my father died."

"Was he murdered?"

"Ah, no. He was in an accident."

"Maybe sad memories just aren't your trigger. You don't have impactful memories," Lucifer muttered, looking at the clear sky.

"When I was trying to learn the lightning, I thought your courage was your trigger, and it didn't work for me. I had to find my own trigger. I suppose my trigger won't work on you either."

"Huh? What are you blabbering?" Zale asked.

"Your Trigger... I believe it might be your courage. The zeal to protect people from danger. Since that's the only time, I saw you use the Wrath of Heaven."

"Courage? Of course, I have courage, but how can I trigger lightning with it?" Zale asked, sighing.

"I suppose that's something we'll have to find out. And if we can't while I'm here, you'll have to do it alone. But I'm sure that you will... And when you do, you'll surprise the entire world."

"Surprise the world? I doubt I will. Even if by a fluke I mastered this skill, I'll still be the second. You'll always be first."

Lucifer glanced back at his father. "That's debatable, I suppose."

"Anyways, let's leave that for later. It's time we reached our destination," he said, looking towards the city in the distance.

He started flying, carrying Zale with him.

Lucifer reached the city. "Now that we are here let's go find Julien."

"So you know where to find this guy?" Zale asked.

"I'm not sure. All I knew is that he belonged to this city. Now that we are here, we should be able to find him," Lucifer let out, smiling. But even he wasn't sure if he was going to find the guy that easily.

"To find him, we would need to hack into the city database. And I think I know where in the city we would find a place to do that," he added, glancing at the tallest tower in the building.

It was the place where the Warlock Council was going to be established in the coming years, but from what he had heard, before that, this place was used by the highest echelon of the government.

And who could be better than the government when it came to finding a person at the earliest.

"Wait, is that what I think it is?" Zale abruptly exclaimed as he started running.

"What happened now?" Lucifer asked, frowning. He noticed Zale running towards a shop. "Did he find something he liked?"

He also lazily followed behind Zale, feeling like a babysitter.

He entered the shop after Zale to find him staring at the clothes on the display.

"You want new clothes?"

"Yeah. I think it would be best. If we're going to attract some attention while training, I don't want to stand out too much with our winter clothes," Zale explained. "Pick one for you as well. The money in the wallet should be enough."

"You think clothes were going to make us stand out?" Lucifer asked, shaking his head.

Still, he started checking the clothes and selected some new ones. He simply bought a black overcoat. Zale could help him wear that, at least since he couldn't touch them himself.

That's why he didn't select a new pair of pants either.

Zale helped Lucifer wear the red overcoat after paying the bill before changing his own clothes.

After finishing, he took the lead and left the shop while Lucifer was distracted by his reflection in the mirror.

"Can't you watch while walking?"

"I think it's both our faults though. You were walking too fast!"

"Are you really blaming me?"

"Who else will I blame? Your ice cream fell on my new clothes. You think I wanted that?"

"Hmm?" Lucifer's attention was attracted by two voices that were arguing.

Surprised, he turned to the door.. Through the glass door, he noticed Zale arguing with a person he didn't expect to see here.