The Legacy (Underworld 1) JC

24: Lucifer On Earth

In a dimly lit room, the tension crackled like electricity between Seungcheol and Jeonghan, their gazes locked in a battle of wills that threatened to erupt into violence at any moment.

Jeonghan's eyes blazed with fury, his fists clenched at his sides as he confronted Seungcheol with accusations that cut deeper than any blade. "You murdered my father," he spat, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "And now you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with the bombing that killed my sister?"

Seungcheol's jaw tightened, his own anger simmering beneath the surface as he bristled at Jeonghan's accusations. "I never said I was innocent," he shot back, his voice low and dangerous. "But I had nothing to do with the bombing, Jeonghan. I swear it."

Jeonghan's lip curled into a snarl of disbelief, his hands balling into fists as he took a step closer to Seungcheol, his fury palpable in the air between them. "How convenient for you," he growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe that you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

Seungcheol's eyes flashed with defiance, his resolve hardening as he met Jeonghan's gaze head-on. "Believe what you want," he retorted, his voice cold and unyielding. "And Don't pretend, Jeonghan," Seungcheol sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "You helped the Amber gang in their attack on Midnight. You're just as guilty as they are."

Jeonghan's eyes blazed with righteous indignation, his fists clenched at his sides as he bristled at Seungcheol's unfounded accusation. "You're delusional, Seungcheol," he shot back, his voice sharp with anger. "I would never betray Midnight, and you know it."

But Seungcheol refused to back down, his resolve unyielding as he stared down his former friend with cold, calculating eyes. "Oh, spare me your lies, Jeonghan," he scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "I have witnesses who saw you with the Amber gang that night. Don't insult my intelligence by denying it."

Jeonghan's jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Seungcheol's relentless accusations. "Those witnesses are mistaken," he insisted, his voice steady but tinged with frustration. "I had nothing to do with the attack on Midnight, and I will not be dragged into your petty vendetta."

But Seungcheol's lip curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched Jeonghan squirm beneath the weight of his accusations. "Deny it all you want, Jeonghan," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "But the truth will come out eventually. And when it does, you'll have nowhere left to hide."

Jeonghan's voice cut through the tense silence like a blade, sharp and unforgiving as he leveled his accusation at Seungcheol. "You're a monster, Seungcheol," he spat, his words dripping with venom. "A heartless, soulless monster who will stop at nothing to achieve his own twisted ambitions."

Seungcheol's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of something dark and dangerous glinted in his eyes at Jeonghan's damning words. "And what does that make you, Jeonghan?" he countered, his voice cold and calculated. "A saint? A martyr? Don't be so quick to cast stones when your own hands are stained with blood."

But Jeonghan refused to be swayed by Seungcheol's deflection, his gaze unwavering as he met his adversary's glare with unflinching resolve. "I may have blood on my hands," he conceded, his voice tinged with regret. "But at least I have a conscience, Seungcheol. At least I can still feel remorse for the lives I've taken."

Seungcheol's words cut through the tension like a knife, his voice laced with a bitter edge as he delivered his ultimatum to Jeonghan. "Face it, Jeonghan," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're stuck with me in this Moon Palace, and you have nowhere else to go."