"What's the difference, man?"
"A warlock learns sorcery illegally and usually doesn't deal with gods and positive spirits. He often deals with demons and jinn, and it's very rare to find a warlock who worked with angels."
Shiros had one interest: "Is this free?"
"Yes, you just need to find someone to teach you or learn alone by putting your life at risk."
Author: I am not promoting any ideas and disclaim responsibility for any reckless actions by any teenager.
One of the attendees spoke: "My cousin was a warlock. I remember he dealt with a demon whose name I forgot. They cooperated, and both became masters over men in their world."
"And why didn't you learn from him?"
"Hmph, I was accused of killing my mother, so I was expelled from the family and became homeless. I stayed watching everything from afar without any ability or courage to intervene and fix things."
"Did you really kill your mother?"
"The warlock, my cousin, is the one who killed my mother."
Hearing this made the night truly dark and gloomy, ruining the appropriate atmosphere for the topic the four homeless men wanted to open seriously with Shiros. So on the following night, they asked him again:
"Shiros, what do you want to become in the future?"
"From what I learned yesterday, I'll become a warlock, I think."
Everyone fell silent for a bit, then the oldest among them spoke: "Then what you must do, my friend, is go and venture into life."
Shiros's pupils widened, and tears began pouring from his eyes, streaming down his cheeks.
"You want to get rid of me, friends, or what exactly? I considered you brothers."
"Boy, if you stay with us, you'll remain living like this forever. We're just a group of homeless thieves searching in the garbage, and if we don't find food there, we go steal others' sustenance."
"Isn't this honor and manhood? We should get a little of the rich's excess and help each other—the big work and the small work. You used to bring food and eat it happily while we drink and sleep on the ground..."
Shiros was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, with tears nonstop falling from his face, which had turned red from emotion, so they decided to stop him.
By calming him, consoling him, and convincing him that things would be fine?
"Shiros, we've all passed forty, while you haven't reached twenty, and you have goals ahead. Our lives are over. True, we didn't choose to live like this; we were forced. But you, because of your circumstances, are crying because you have to give up this lowly life?"
This is the right way to console that creates men, and because it was too right, Shiros fainted.
On the morning of the following day, there was no trace of the comforting golden sun rays. The weather was cloudy but without a drop of rain, and it was extremely cold on top of that.
Shiros woke up.
"Wake up, come on."
"Ah, is that you...? I want a loaf of bread."
He hadn't comprehended the outside world and hadn't connected the events after waking to the previous night's events, but he realized everything in an instant.
"Take three hundred dirhams and buy bread or anything you want."
"Three hundred dirhams?? Oh God, where did homeless people get this amount???"
"Have you started playing the role too? You're homeless, but as soon as you leave this alley, the second chapter of your life will begin."