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.
088 - From the ashes
Daemon's expression still remained unchanged, and it irked the Fitzgerald heir. But that would not prevent him from savoring the moment, a moment cut short by Daemon's next question:
"You have lost sight of me in the last six years, haven't you?"
Connel frowned. Indeed, despite the deep ties of his family with the military, he failed to find anything about Daemon. The man disappeared in the truest sense of the word.
He didn't get long to think, as another irrelevant question was thrown at him:
"Do you know how many ways a natural death can be faked? No? Then, why not ask your guards? They look professional, so they might know something. They might even succeed in protecting you from them."
It was a conversation, at least that was how their exchange might look like. But Connel felt cold once again. This time the cold was not irrational, as it came from his brain understanding the message destined for him.