The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

Author's note: I apologise for the great delay, I wanted to update earlier but my uni is really trying to bury us alive with assignments so I don't tend to write under stress.
But thank you lots for your patience 😭😭❤️❤️❤️🙏🏽

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"Like that which sinks, it does not come back up,
And I feel that there is no air, I no longer breathe."

-Brazil

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|| Morning
-Tuscany, Italy 🇮🇹
(Out of City ~ Jail)

🔸KANG YO HAN🔸

-How are my beloved sons, doing? -

I remained silent, in front of that man who bore that title of father, which could not be attributed to him in any kind of way.
A reckless man who spoke of loving us, as if all the torments he had given us had only been a figment of our imagination. Unspoken nightmares that moved within my spirit until today.
-You two look very fit- he continued to speak, widening the omnipresent grin on his full lips. The bland, dark, mischievous eyes.
-Never been better- Isaac replied also for me, picking up on my sombre expression and urge to get the hell out of there.
My father stayed behind bars and we normally came to see him two times a month, and not by choice, but to keep him as far away from our business as possible, as we didn't want to arouse his suspicions.

-Keep a low profile for now and avoid any inconvenience, at least until I'm out of here!-

I bit my lower lip, assailed by the mere idea that he might get out of prison, I didn't want him to get released, in fact I wanted him to rot in it.
Unfortunately, devious men lurked on every corner of world; disguised beneath robes of justice, behind the courtroom counters, within the government or under a policeman's badge.

There was always a rotten party ready to release the most hideous beings to society in exchange for money.

-Yo Han, what about you? What have you been up to lately? -
His dark eyes crossed mine, veiled with a hint of false affection, almost sickening if not nauseating.
-I work part time- I replied detachedly, hiding the truth, as it was true that I was working the vegetable garden for the Kim family, but it was also true that I wanted to make a new life away from these two.
-Oh that's nice! - Isaac remarked, smiling at me cheekily. An insulting demeanour in his graceful movements.
My father stared at me from behind the window, where a wall separated the prisoner from the visiting relatives.
-Well son, show yourself useful to society so that they don't have to doubt our identity or our past... -

At his words I trembled in anger, a flaring rage I had to swallow down by force.

He was sitting there talking to me about identity?
When he had destroyed mine completely, ruined it to the point where there was nothing left to see.
Because of him, I had become afraid of myself. I didn't even know who I was and even more scared that Kim Ga On might one day see the devil inside of me.

-Don't worry father! We'll do charity and help the needy- Isaac went on to say, making me shudder at the unhealthy hypocrisy that inhabited his body, his mind and soiled his lips.
-Okay my children, see you in a fortnight, take care. I love you-
My father widened his mouth, unleashing his enthusiastic grin, his beard as unkempt as the shaggy hair he wore that morning.
Without a word in return, I walked straight out of that suffocating hole to the car park, walking briskly towards the truck, which I had borrowed from Kim Ga On's father, in the hope of reaching home immediately, but that didn't happen, as Isaac quickly caught up with me.
-Hey you! -
I found myself hounded with force against the door of the black vehicle, bumping against the smooth metal.
-You're leaving just like that? Without even saying goodbye to your big brother, didn't you miss me? -
I gritted my teeth, trying to shoo him away from me.
-Uuh! Are you trying to fight me? Or are you pissed about what I did to your little friend? -
I freed myself from his grip on my arms, throwing an unexpected punch on his left cheek.
-You piece of shit! You are not to touch him! Don't fucking try me!-
Isaac pressed his hand to his reddened cheek, snapping his tongue in surprise, where he stood staring at me blankly, as if I had grown three heads in one night.
The police station and the prison were not far from us, and for that reason I had to be careful not to give free rein to my anger. The streets were deserted except for a few pedestrians curiously looking at us.
-You like him, don't you? The boy? - he suddenly asked me, giving way to an even more amused and sinister sneer.