Inside the Oblivion Bookstore, Schiller and Red Hood were cleaning up the traces left by the earlier fight. As Red Hood wiped the bloodstains from the floor, he asked, "Now that Constantine's body has been taken away by that Angel named Gabriel, where are you planning to look for him?"
"I don't need to look for him. Someone will come looking for me."
"Ding-dong." The doorbell rang. Schiller turned his head and saw Lucifer outside the display window.
Red Hood went to open the door. Schiller looked at Lucifer, who rushed in in a whirlwind, then let out an "Uh" the instant he saw Schiller's eyes.
"Is Pride not here?" Lucifer asked.
"He finished a phase of teaching and went on vacation." Schiller lowered his head and dried his hands with a towel. "If you need him for something, you can come back after a while."
"I do have something to discuss with him." Lucifer sighed. He stood by the door with one hand braced against the frame, his expression hesitant. It seemed that, in this regard, Pride was the only one he had anything in common with.
"I'm guessing you came to ask me how to deal with Gabriel?" Schiller smiled. "Coincidentally, he took something of mine as well, and I'd like him to return it."
"Well, you, you..." Lucifer truly did not know how to begin. It was not that he felt embarrassed about asking Schiller for help; it was that he knew Schiller hated everyone equally. If Schiller helped one person deal with another, he would probably make both pay the same price.
"It's actually very simple." Schiller walked over and sat behind the table by the window, then pointed to the seat across from him. "Don't worry. I won't lie to you, and I won't make