Love from the ashes
Love, Betrayal, Blood, but not Hatred. Only cold revenge, and a son to complete the family. "D" Section, a nonexistent military unit. "D" for dark, "D" for depth, "D"... for death. It demanded no attachment, and Daemon sacrificed love for it. Years later, the death of his teammates made him feel that he had done enough for the country, so he came back to the city he grew in. But can what has been forsaken be gained back? Because now Evelyn, the one to have breathed vitality in his numb, orphaned heart, had her own life, and a little boy calling her mother. Also, while he left his life full of dead bodies behind, did that life really let him go? From the ashes, will it love or... ? _ _ _ Two lovers who still love each other even with scars left behind by past events. They narrowly miss a chance to meet again and rekindle the lost spark, with him left with an empty heart, and her with her pain renewed, only buried because of the sun of her life, her son, their son… that he knew nothing about. They each continue with their own life in their own way. Their paths even almost become parallel to each other, almost taking the opposite direction with new commitments. But fate be damned, even if it now seems to push them toward each other. From the ashes, their love shall blaze anew. Or maybe not. Find the answer yourself. ___ First draft of characters image on my discord, a channel for fans to get together: https://discord.com/invite/C86EJvCJdd Comment and review, don't forget.
057 - From the ashes
Six years ago, baptism of fire. That was what was going through Daemon's mind as he was looking at the picture of him and his teammates in the apartment he rented. His bag, with the few things he had, was placed to the side as he reminisced about their first mission.
Nothing too complicated, just a recuperation mission, with the need to leave a message as a reminder of the consequences of offending the homeland.
They had been dropped into international waters at that time, and after abandoning the devices invested to help them cover the inhuman distance, they had resurfaced in the territorial waters of the country hosting the target.
The latter should have thought itself safe, but darkness had no border. He remembered the waters left dark by the absence of the light from the sky. A moonless night, with heavy clouds hiding the stars.