Chapter 46: Royalty

Isaac Blakeson had always been a spoilt brat, he always had to be the centre. If it were up to him, the earth's core would be him. From a very young age he had been taught that he was better than everyone else.

His father instilled in him these values, that the world bows to the Blakesons not the other way around. His father wasn't a very affectionate man, but that's all Isaac ever knew so he thought that was normal.

He grew up in his own little bubble, where he was a Prince in the empire of high society. His father always told him stories from the old earth, that there were Kings and Queens and that they, the Blakeson family, are descended from royalty.

It was obvious that Isaac took this to heart, as he'd read all sorts of stories, whether they be fiction or history. The history of the old earth wasn't well documented as almost every got lost during the great catastrophe. So most of the things he consumed were warped ideas.

As he grew older, he grew to see the world as his vessel, and the people in it, his subjects. He grew to be a good looking guy, though his father became more and more disappointed as he grew.

He realised how lacking his son was. Isaac paid no mind to the sudden harsher treatment, he took it as just his father pushing him hard to be the best version of himself he could be.

He had never been told no before though his father started getting firmer with him, but everyone else he met treated him as people in the stories he read treated their Princes and Kings. With respect and fear.

He was 6 years old when he saw the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. It was on a high society function where parents would bring their own children, when they were ready for the public. The girl also seemed to be his age too.

He was too shy to approach her then, so he did what he always did, ran to his father and told him he wanted to own the girl.

His father wasn't happy when he learned that the girl was from the Silva family. The Silva family was one of the most prestigious families in their world. He couldn't just offend them.

They would jump off a bridge if Isaac ordered them to. They knew he was a bit of a coward, but they also acknowledged he was a coward backed by a powerful person, so they followed him blindly.

After Isla Silva didn't give him the time of day, he directed his anger at Kiro and Hiro. When he saw them running into the toilet, he knew his chance to act had presented itself. So he gathered his goons, and went after them.

What pissed him off most of all about this Kiro guy was that, he didn't seem to be scared of him. All his life he was feared and respected by people higher than him, but he made it a point to provoke him.

'But he should be, he should fear me.' Isaac thought to himself blissfully.

'I'll show him that he has no place in this school.'

"Sir Isaac, should we, should we bring blunt weapons?"

"No, not yet, just teach them a lesson this time. At my signal, hold them down."

Being the loyal dogs that they were, they did anything he asked, this time was no different. He was visibly happy when he heard fists and flesh collide. His lips curled into an evil smile.

The smell of fresh blood was a welcomed blessing to his nose. It was too bad they couldn't bless his ears with their desperate cries.

Not even the wimpy Hiro wasn't screaming. It was just thud, thud, thud. The sound of fists to flesh.