"Yeah?" Lucifer asked as he looked at Drak, who had called him just now.

"I wanted to say something to you," Drak said, taking a deep breath.

"Go ahead. Do you need something?" Lucifer inquired, confused.

"Not at all. I already got my freedom and a chance to work freely. It was something else. I wanted to thank you," Drak replied.

"Thank me for what?" Lucifer asked again. He didn't understand why he was being thanked. He hadn't done anything yet.

"I want to thank you for everything. Without your help, I would have lived the rest of my life in prison. It's because of you that I can live my life freely. Not only that, I now have a chance to get revenge as well. So thank you again. You gave me a new life," Drak explained as he bowed respectfully.

"Don't worry about that. Just work hard in Uprising, and I'm sure you'll touch the sky," Lucifer said, patting the shoulders of Drak before he left.

Watching Lucifer leave, Drak was impressed. The words of Lucifer and every action of his had made Drak respect him immensely. Not only was Drak grateful to Lucifer, but there was much more.

...

"You two should rest as well. Tomorrow will be a big day. Select any room of your choice. There are many," Lucifer told Alicia and Cassius as he stopped in front of a room. "If you need anything, I'll be in this one."

He opened the doors and stepped inside before closing the door.

He walked to the bed and laid on it after taking off his shoes.

Lying on the bed, he finally felt a bit more relaxed. He had been really tired after everything he did. Now, he just wanted to sleep and give some rest to his body.

He hadn't slept since the battle in Kensington either. And using the Wrath of Heaven had taken a toll on him. Fortunately, he was able to get energy after using decay, which helped him keep going.

Lying on the bed, Lucifer closed his eyes, but he didn't sleep. Instead, he found himself lost in deep thought as he wondered if he should go to Zeston or the Divine Empire after he finished conquering Elisium?

Both of those places had one of the seven stones. And he needed to go to both of them in the end. It was just a question of preference where he wanted to start from.

"Warlock Council can be a great threat. The Divine Empire should be considerably weaker. I should finish with the smaller one first," he muttered softly as he decided that it was better for him to take the stone from the Divine Empire first.

After that, he could go to other places.

"There are other nations in this continent as well. After Elisium fall, they'll also start moving. This continent is going to be really chaotic," he said.

According to his plan, he had decided to finish with the places that had the stones before going to the other Nations that were considerably useless to him. As for the other nations in this continent, even though they were strong, they didn't have the stones.

"It will all depend on how other nations react after I take over Elisium. If they ignore it, I can go to the Divine Empire first. On the other hand, if they start attacking, then it's going to be a different picture altogether."

As Lucifer kept thinking, he didn't even realize when he fell asleep, losing himself in the world of dreams.

...

"Wake up! How long are you planning to sleep? Come on; we need to go to the beach too." Lucifer heard a voice.

He slowly opened his eyes, wondering if someone had entered his room without his permission.

"What?" As he opened his eyes, he found himself surprised.

The person who stood in front of him was none other than his mother, Clarisse.

"Why are you looking at me like you saw a ghost? Come, let's get ready. We'll be late for our vacation otherwise," Clarisse said as she placed a set of clothes on the bed.

Looking at the clothes, Lucifer frowned.

'What is happening? These clothes aren't even his size. They seemed to be too small! No, that's not important. What is mother doing here? That's the main question.'

Lucifer started looking around the room, realizing that he wasn't in the room he slept in either. Instead, it was a different room. It was one which he recognized. It was his home!

He looked down at his hands to notice that his hands were smaller as well. He touched his face, realizing that it was also smaller. His hair was shorter as well.

Clarisse picked him up and helped him dress, which was when he realized that he was shorter as well.

He felt like he understood something. Based on his body proportions and the place where he was, it seemed like he was five years old.

'Am I in a dream about my past? No! I don't remember something like this happening before.'

Lucifer remained confused, but he also noticed another thing. He wasn't wearing gloves; nothing was decaying.

Clarisse got Lucifer dressed before she took him to the car where Zale was waiting for them.

Lucifer was able to see his family again, but he was too confused to feel glad about seeing them. This seemed too realistic to be a dream. But it wasn't a memory either. This was something entirely different.

The three of them got inside the car.

"Lucifer, what dream did you see last night? I heard you speaking some words like conquering and revenge. Did you see an action dream or something?" Clarisse asked.

'Revenge? Dream? Was I really dreaming? Everything that happened... Their death, was it all a dream? Is this the reality?' Lucifer thought, frowning.

He didn't understand anything at the moment. It was clear that one event was a lie. Either this was the reality, or the reality was that he was at APF base, sleeping.

His head was saying that this was a dream. But his heart was saying that his other life was a dream.

He tried pinching himself to wake up. He felt a pain as well, but he didn't wake up. It seemed like this was reality, but how could it happen? That was a question in his head.

If his other life was a dream, that was impossible. He couldn't have had a dream for so long. Thirteen years of his life couldn't have been a dream. It was clear this was a dream, then why couldn't he wake up. He didn't understand.

....

In the room where Lucifer was sleeping, a man stood near him, having a grin on his face.