Inhuman Warlock

"But before that, we need to solve this problem," Lucifer said, gazing out the window.

The city seemed ordinary from the initial glance. Still, almost everyone knew that with Lucifer's arrival, the city was once again caught in the vacuum between two opposing forces that were fighting for supremacy, and the city was the battleground.

They had seen Lucifer in action and knew he was the leading force of the Uprising. They had also seen Jian and knew that he was to the Warlock Council what Lucifer was to Uprising. They had also seen the strength of Jian. They knew how strong he was.

However, Jian and Lucifer hadn't fought yet. When Jian took over the city, Lucifer wasn't here. It was as if this was the conflict that was waiting to happen.

"I need to get my gloves soon. It's a headache to do things without them."

With the gloves, he had become habitual to living an ordinary life where he didn't need to be careful about touching things. But now that he didn't have them, he was realizing what a hassle it was.

Fortunately, he had learned to use his winds for the most part. He had better control of his winds and more precision as well.

He used his winds, raising the glass of water in the air.

The glass moved closer to his lips and tilted slightly. The droplets of water went down his throat. The glass went back to the table.

"Five days... Everything changed so much in five days. It's like only the two of us are left now, and everyone else is home. That reminds me. Where is the one who went with you? That girl, I didn't see her here. Where is she?"

"You know you can take her name. Anyway, she is sleeping. She went through something, and she was hurt by Xaen. She is sleeping as her body heals itself. Once it is done, I'll help wake her up. Until then, it's better she isn't here." Lucifer explained.

The waiter brought the dishes and placed them on the table before Lucifer. Lucifer once again tried to use his winds, but Milena stopped him. "Wait."

"What?" Frowning, Lucifer glanced at Milena. "Is something wrong with the food?"

"No. But as you said, you can't touch the food. You'll need to use your winds which sounds like a headache for the soup and everything else."

"And?" Lucifer asked, confused. "What are you trying to say? I shouldn't eat?"

"No. What I'm saying is that it's more time saving if I help you. It'll be easier for you to eat as well. That way, you won't spill anything either," Milena suggested as she picked up a spoon, dipping it in the soup.

"You help me?"

As Lucifer looked at the spoon, wondering if she meant what he was thinking, Milena brought the spoon toward his lips.

"I'm not a kid. I can eat myself," Lucifer exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "You don't need to do it."

"I know you aren't a kid, but as I said, it's easier. Moreover, it's not like my hands will hurt if I hold the spoon for you. So stop being snobbish and open your lips."

Lucifer looked blankly, stunned. Was he truly being scolded? Still, he opened his mouth and brought it towards the spoon.

"How is it?" Milena asked, dipping the spoon in the soup again.

"It's not bad. A bit spicy though, but it's good."

"I see." This time, Milena brought the spoon to her lush lips and took a sip. "You're right. It's not bad."

Milena kept feeding Lucifer with her hands, occasionally eating herself as well. For some reason, Lucifer liked the feeling of being spoiled. It was the feeling of being loved. Since his early days, he had been forced to grow up fast.

He was five when his family was killed, and then the debacle of the lab happened. He was forced to become an adult who couldn't show weakness. He was just a kid, but he didn't have much of a childhood where someone could care for him like this.

Even though he was an adult now, this feeling was something he enjoyed. It was as if he was experiencing a missing part of his childhood.

His colorful eyes gazed in the beautiful red eyes of Milena as she fed him. It was the first time he was looking in her eyes with such care. He could see so much depth in her eyes that even he was surprised. These eyes were similar to him.

Milena had also gone through a lot in her life, almost on the same level as him. She didn't have it easier either. She also didn't get to have a life she deserved.

She was forced to lead in her early years, where she also couldn't afford to make a mistake. Instead of living like a princess, she was forced to live like a Warrior. She had to fight for everything, including her life.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Milena inquired, surprised at the way Lucifer was looking at her.

"Your eyes are really beautiful," Lucifer complimented.

"Huh? Is the great Lucifer trying to flirt with me?" Milena asked, smiling.

Lucifer found her smile to be just as beautiful as her eyes, if not more.

Lucifer shook his head. "I'm not flirting with you. I am just telling the truth. Your eyes are really beautiful. They are the prettiest eyes I've seen, now that I think about it. They have so much depth in them."

"I can say the same about you, Lucifer. I don't know about my eyes, but your eyes are like nothing I've seen. Not only because of their different colors but because of something else."

"Why then?" Lucifer asked.

"Because I can see the pain in them. I can see the sadness, but that sadness doesn't overwhelm your eyes. Instead, I don't know why I feel like these eyes are filled with the confidence, unlike anything I've seen before. It's that confidence which can change the future," Milena explained.

"Not only that, but I also see a hunger in your eyes. A hunger for making the world your own. A hunger to get back everything that you lost."

"Confidence that can change the future? That confidence isn't always a good thing, is it? That confidence is what led me down the path of destruction. If only I had listened to Kellian, it would've been different."

"If he was here, I could've told him how wrong I was. I lost him along with everyone else as well. In the quest to make this world safer for me, I lost everything I possessed. I lost the family that I had managed to make with the Uprising."