Bending Reality (The Aura Stones: Book 1)

The Master of Reality

"Two cases of murder,  five cases of arson, thirteen cases of fraud, twenty cases of impersonation, thirty-five cases of reckless endangerment. And  exactly twelve thousand and six cases of theft and illegal transportation." 

Warden Gareth Milweed tossed the large case file across the glass table. The papers spilled out in front of a tall man who was sitting across from Warden Milweed. The young man's green eyes narrowed at the files in front of him. He sighed, running his fingers through his neat slicked back hair.  Warden Milweed waved a large hand at the files, almost like the gesture explained everything. 

"Are you aware of where you are, Mr. Lormas?" Warden Milweed inquired, leaning back in his chair. 

Azriel Lormas studied the warden with almost a bored regard. The dark headed man took in Warden Milweed's overall person. Warden Gareth Milweed was about fifty-five, he had graying hair and an unflattering receding hairline, deep set brown eyes, a bushy mustache and a rather large body that was more fat than muscle. He most likely stood at five foot and seven inches. He wasn't at all a very intimidating man. One would suspect that the warden was a family man stuck in a boring bureaucratic position. Warden Milweed wore no wedding ring, however, Azriel noticed that the man had framed photos of two teenage girls.  One would assume they were Warden Milweed's daughters. 

Warden Milweed glared at Azriel as he studied him. Azriel glanced around the office he currently was sitting it. The room was decently sized but rather bland with four white walls and no artwork. There was a black, leather sofa on one side of the room. Azriel sat in a uncomfortable leather chair in front of a glass table and Warden Milweed reclining in a comfortable, cushioned office chair. Azriel assumed that Warden Milweed was a man of greed and comfort. Though, assuming only got one so far in life. It was always better to know. 

"Yes, I am at The Galathri Hold. One of the most protected and guarded prisons that any reality or universe has to offer. It's completely suspended between all of reality, time and space. It is home to the most dangerous and clever criminals there is to offer," Azriel stated, folding his hands in his lap.

Warden Milweed looked pleased by this answer. "So, Mr. Lormas, perhaps now you can see why your request is ridiculous.  I can't just hand over to you one of our most notorious prisoners," He replied.

Azriel sighed, letting the air out through his nose. He leaned forward and  pawed through the papers before him.  He held up one slightly crumpled paper that was of a baby blue color. He hummed as he made a great show of smoothing it out and eventually reading it. Warden Milweed watched Azriel, an annoyed look on the older man's face. Azriel set the paper in front of Warden Milweed. 

"This is a release form, is it not?" Azriel asked, inncoently. 

"Well yes, but-" Warden Milweed started. 

Azriel cut him off. "Which means that the requested prisoner can be released," He said, smirking slightly.

Warden Milweed went red with frustration and annoyance. He huffed and stood up, pulling a pen from the breast pocket of his very fine Italian suit. He tossed it onto the table and began to pace. Azriel picked up the pen, clicked it once, then signed his name in loopy cursive. He then leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. 

"You are a madman if you think that you can control the monster that you have set free," Warden Milweed seethed. 

Azriel grinned, he inclined his head to the pictures on the warden's desk. "Do your daughters think you are a monster?" He asked.

Warden Milweed sputtered with anger, his eyes widening and his nose scrunching up. Azriel stood, hands still behind his head. The young man looked amused as Warden Milweed sputtered, at a lost of words.