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.
155 - From the ashes
The three people were welcomed with smiles. Like the last time Evelyn came, there were other volunteers present too. It was Sunday, and those who wanted to help had an easier time freeing their schedule. The children were also enjoying the free time before school resumed the next day.
It was obvious that Dinaia was not treated like a stranger. She must have come before accompanying Evelyn, and beyond that purpose, she didn't seem reluctant offering her help.
Jason was met with even more enthusiasm from the adults. He was cute, smart and sensible, a combination which made him well-liked. He didn't remain with his mother and his godmother. Instead, he went to his friends from the orphanage to play.
As the two women were helping as they could, they saw the headmistress with a gentle smile on her face come outside. She surveyed the crowd with fondness, not forgetting to reprimand those in the midst of being too playful.