𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆||ᴊᴊᴋ ᴛᴡɪɴs||21+🚫

MERCY? WHAT'S THAT FOR A DEMON

The courtroom victory had done little to appease the dark currents swirling within Jeongguk. Beneath his composed exterior, a storm brewed, fueled by the audacity of those who dared to challenge his authority. As night fell, the city lay under a shroud of tension, its inhabitants unaware of the violence about to be unleashed.

Jeongguk's footsteps echoed through the dimly lit alleyways as he made his way to a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of town. Inside, a group of men awaited him, their expressions a mix of fear and anticipation. These were Jeongguk's enforcers, loyal to him through fear rather than respect.

He approached a steel door at the far end of the warehouse and pushed it open. The room beyond was stark and clinical, a stark contrast to the gritty exterior. A single chair occupied the center of the room, its occupant bound and gagged. It was the jury member who had dared to cast doubt on Jeongguk's sadism.

Jeongguk's eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he approached the man, his movements slow and deliberate. He removed the gag, allowing the man to speak, but fear had rendered him speechless. The silence was broken only by Jeongguk's low, menacing voice.

"Mister Kim Sae Jun," the merciless smile decorated his lips, swaying whispers of the demon he was.

"W-what do you w-want fr-from me?" the judge breathed out in pain, extremely under the dark spell of Jeongguk, the demon who created an aura of menace and cruelty.

"What do I want?" Jeongguk tilted his handsome face in an unforgiving gaze, locking him with his darkness.

The cruel hands gripped the white silk cloth in his hand with a dangerous smirk adorning his face, a sinister smile that sent trembles through the nerves of the judge who had dared to challenge Jeon Jeongguk, the demon who created his lethal, ruthless world with his bloody hands, hands marked by enormous wrongdoings and deceit which craved for blood.

Gagging the judge with the white silk cloth, blocking the air, Jeongguk spoke, "Kim Sae Jun, 47 years old, a respected judge with a reputation, hmm." His menacing voice echoed. "But do they know that you are involved in drug deals?" Jeongguk's smirk widened psychotically as he blocked the judge's windpipe. "Do they know the utterly disgusting man who has a wife and a 16-year-old son is involved in drug dealing for the great politicians?" His grip tightened ruthlessly.

"Ahuhhh..hh please," Kim Sae Jun choked out. Jeongguk's muscles flexed, his hands clutched the cloth more tightly. The judge tried to escape the grip, but Jeongguk's iron hold made it impossible. "I don't care what you do. I don't fucking care. But you damn motherfucker thought that you could remove me from the underworld which I created and the underworld which I ruled?" He growled, tightening his hands and then leaving the judge gasping for air.

Gripping his hair and clawing his skin with his nails, Jeongguk made the judge look at him. The ruthless eyes burned hotter than the sun, flaming with brutality. "I would have left you with the little drugs that you sell to the politicians which I have under my feet, but you got wings to stop the demon." Jeongguk's dark eyes burned the judge's soul. He trembled with fear, his body wrapped in sweat and fear-fear of dying.

"I a-m s-sorry. I won't do anything like that. P-please forgive me. I won't dare to do anything like that again," he pleaded-pleaded for his life. Even he knew that messing with a sadistic demon like Jeongguk would end up as a disaster, but he still dared to involve Jeon Jeongguk in court matters. He wouldn't have been in this place. He should have thought before thinking that dragging the demon who has the whole country in his hands would enforce a deceit that would burn his skin alive.

"Too bad." Jeongguk ran his hands over his silky smooth hair, beads of sweat falling from his sadistically handsome face, a slick smirk which allured words that hid his ruthlessness under the mask of a handsome face. "I am the darkness that the world fears-I am the fear which malices the soul-I am the curse that ruins the world." Jeongguk's hands traveled over the table which held various torturing tools. "NO, NO! PLEASE, I BEG, PLEASE," the judge's trembling eyes reached the sharp knife with clawing blades that could scrape the soul out of a human.

"I do not take beggings. They bore me," Jeongguk muttered, unbothered, while examining the blades. "Please-" the judge cried aloud.

Jeongguk's face lit up when he found the bigger, more torturous, and evil tool just like him. "Found it. Where were you? It's been days since I used you, my little slayer," Jeongguk muttered happily. Psychotically, his eyes fell on the trembling, scared figure. His predatory steps met the dark floor illuminated by dim lights.

"Kim Sae Jun, goodbye. Let's meet in hell," he smirked before stabbing the man in his heart repeatedly. The room echoed with the judge's screams of pain and regret for his idiocy that laid him on his deathbed.

Hands covered in blood, sprinkles of blood on his shirt, Jeongguk stood in front of the dead body of his prey that had been engulfed by his vicious darkness. he wiped the blade clean and turned to his enforcers. "Dispose of the body," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "Make sure it disappears without a trace."

His men scrambled to obey, their fear of him palpable. As they worked, Jeongguk stepped outside, the cool night air doing little to quell the fire within him. The thrill of the kill, the power it gave him, was intoxicating. And yet, he knew that this was only the beginning.

The next day, the city was abuzz with news of the jury member's disappearance. Whispers of foul play spread like wildfire, but no one dared to speak openly against Jeongguk. His reputation as the ruthless mafia emperor was well-known, and those who crossed him seldom lived to tell the tale.

In the shadows of his office, Jeongguk received a call from one of his informants. "The judge has been dealt with," the voice on the other end reported. "It was clean, just as you ordered."

Jeongguk's lips curved into a sinister smile. "Good. Make sure it looks like an accident. I don't need any unnecessary attention."

As he ended the call, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. He had eliminated two threats in one fell swoop, sending a clear message to anyone who might consider opposing him. But his mind soon drifted back to Jiwon, the woman who had dared to provoke him.

He relished the thought of breaking her spirit, of watching her crumble beneath his relentless pressure. She had challenged him, and he would ensure that she paid the price. His sadistic nature thrived on the power he held over others, and Jiwon would be no exception.