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.
186 - From the ashes
"As I rested my eyes upon the world, fire was reflected in my indifferent pupils, the flames dancing as if to mock my peace. Humans had set fire to the pyre beneath me, ready to burn me at the stake. But little did they know… from its sleep, they had roused the beast, the man-eating beast. So, let the nightmare begin, for I shall step out of the smoky darkness, and let my bloody red eyes pave the way to hell."
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Daemon went through the file in his hand before putting it aside disinterestedly. At least he now had some more private place to let loose his craving for speed on the days he would miss the chaos of his previous job, or rather, his dead brothers.
As for the lack of efficiency in transferring the racetrack to his name, that didn't matter at all. It was already good enough that Connel was being a gentleman by being straightforward, and not trying to spite him.