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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.

LifeDayDreams · Urban
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276 Chs

165 - From the ashes

Ryan opened his mouth, and words failed him for a moment, before he spoke:

"After all the troubles you have been through, all the troubles you have put me through, now you recognize that it has never been your business?"

Daemon casually looked at him and spoke with the same impassive calmness as before:

"I take back what I said."

Before Ryan could react, whether with satisfaction or surprise, Daemon continued:

"I'm not interested."

The budding expectation came crashing down, but Ryan was not even surprised. Still, his brows subtly twitched as he questioned:

"Where is your conscience?"

Daemon gave him a faint glance:

"Do I have one?"

The reply came in such a flat matter-of-fact tone that Ryan had nothing to say. He subtly pouted, then took his cup once again, turning to look away:

"I don't know why I have a friend like you."