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.
059 - From the ashes
Daemon left the rented apartment dressed in a sharp suit over a white shirt with no tie, leaving himself in-between the serious and the casual elite. His hair had been cut short like before his retreat, but it remained wild, rebellious as always, with strands of it dancing on his forehead.
He was like a new man, different from the uncertain husk from months ago. His steps were firm, his back straight, and his eyes, they were the most different. They felt like they had lost the layer of dust that had been hiding their depth, with a purpose to them.
As he left the apartment building, he was not surprised by the dark beast making heads turn stationed in front. It was not quite a SUV, giving more a feeling of a battle vehicle in terms of temperament, despite the feeling of sleek beauty married to the one of power.