The guard whispered some words to Lord Blaze, too far and inaudible for Zayn to get an ear in.
As soon as the guard finished and stepped aside, Lord Blaze's face made an unforgettable transform, one that stirred a wave of apprehension in the room.
He sat solemnly in a deep mull with eyes closed and hands interlocked, soaking up the weight of matters in deep meditation.
Slowly, his lips arched from a stark pensive line, ominously curving into a smug victorious smirk, an expression that no one in the room seemed fully able to discern.
He opened his eyes and made his final decision concerning Zayn's case darting uneasy suspense into the hearts of all present.
"Zayn, I'm sorry but you just cannot live with us any longer", he bluntly delivered, his eyes set in an icy blaze. "You're gonna have to die."
Though brusquely cruel, it didn't surprise Zayn much less faze him. Just moments ago he threatened to take his life, so he was simply being a man of his words.
But that didn't stop him from trying to defending himself. He wanted to get away from these people but death wasn't the only way out.
"But I didn't do–," he abruptly paused after being rudely interrupted.
Exercising his irrevocable authority, his palm quickly silenced Zayn, swiftly returning. "I don't need to hear it from you. All I need is the truth which I have utmost sureity of. The sheer grace I'm willing to proffer is a difference till tommorow and that's all you get for being a noble's son."
His imperialism had taking its strong roots. He spoke so superior and chiefly, not a word wasn't properly etched with authority.
Unlike before, he didn't even need to sound scary to sound scary, overall making Zayn's flimsy effort all the more useless.
"But Lord, he's our youngest child we just can't ", his mother beseeched, hoping that her words could make a difference in this decision.
How wrong was she? His response stood stiff and unmoved.
His father was rigid and wasn't ready to hear anything from anyone that didn't corrobate his final words.
Zayn was in a corner which just got him wondering even more, what exactly the guard next to him told him.
He took his final glare at his family, registring the inferiority and helplessness of his mother scented around the room.
Max too was helping either and of course neither was Xavier.
Under the authority of their father no one dared to even think of such.
Staring right at how he could treat his youngest child, anyone else who provoked him wouldn't get a lesser reaction.
Zayn turned towards the guards towering next to his father. His expression excelling in its emotionless and stone-faced nature unable to hint Zayn on anything at all.
After taking a look around the room and back to the cold expression he was suppose to call his father he suddenly realised something.
That it was always going to be the same. Here, in this world, everywhere.
The weak always gets the crumbs while the strong and powerful gets every other thing.
The poor and rich fell into the same proportion.
While his father was a robust combination of both superior characteristics, he was pitifully the polar opposite, unable to utter a word in his defence.
He was helpless, under somebody else's will and mercy and pathetically couldn't do anything to change it.
Max just could take it any longer. Almost like he was the one in the hot seat, he pulled out of his chair and left the dining room drenched in a sky full of melancholy.
"Take him away", he flicked at the two guard who stood unknowingly behind Zayn the entire time.
They grabbed him, dragging his lanky frame carelessly across the staff-packed hall ways.
Countless eyes cascaded over his sorry state stunned at the extremity of the noble's decision.
In the corner, he spotted Grace palpably caught in shock. Her sharp gasp and watery eyes was proof enough of her silent sympathy.
She attempted reaching out for him but quickly withdrawed.
The guards hurled him recklessly through the dark end of the mansion, mocking and taunting as they threw him into a dark moist room walled with iron bars and caged him in.
His cell was readily habited by a rottening piece of furniture, a metallic bucket for business and a skeleton that reeked with an unbearable stench of decay.
He soon stopped trying, as soon as the guards moved out of sight and beyond the range of his hearing.
At this point, he was sure that resistance was going to lead to more trouble so simply playing along was his best bet to hanging on to life for now.
But he didn't plan on staying locked forever. He had a plan and it was already in motion.
He took a sit on the feeble piece of wood at the extreme of the cell. Before he could press his full weight onto it, it crashed into a sea of splinters, releasing a colony of termites within.
"Argh", he groaned, compact with bitter frustration.
He buried his head deep in his hands surrounded by an undying mist of hopelessness.
But breaking through forlorn haze, like a knight in shining armor, was an electrical sound chiming in, almost making him believe that all that transpired was a dream and he was being aroused by an alarm.
A holographic screen hovered above his vision.
[Congratulations, Zayn Blaze. You have been reincarnated into another world!]
'Wasn't this suppose to be present before now?', he inwardly quizzed.
[Hello! I am Axion. Which stands for Artificial eXperimental Intelligence for Original Notions. I will be your guide in this new world. You're welcome.]
Zayn was above stupified. He was elated. So he had his own system, the kind that only the MC in one of those fantasy books has.
His joyed climbed so high that he almost forgot he was locked in a cell.
"So you're and AI, then?", Zayn asked.
[More than that. I am an exquisite hybrid of technological and psychological inputs, integrated into a human soul. Don't insult me!]
Zayn laughed. "I'm guessing you've some humor app installed in there too," Zayn teased.
[[...]]
He was just about exploring the capabilities locked behind the strange voice when an even more eerie sound severed the solemnity in the air.
Footsteps...