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.
Daemon locked the door of the practice room and turned to the two others in the room. He didn't care about the unconscious one for now, focusing on the one drowning in his own blood for now instead.
Indeed, the first intruder Daemon had pierced the lung of was struggling to breath from his position sitting on the ground, with his back against the wall. One could not say who had it worse between him and the lookout left dead outside.
Actually, maybe the first intruder had it worse, as the lookout would have died faster with his wound at the neck, while he would suffer more by surviving longer.
Moving to lean against the wall was all he had managed to do while Daemon had been focused on his comrade. The blood filling his lung made him let out gurgling sounds, part of the liquid coming to fill his mouth and drip from his chin.
Daemon came to stand before the man, his eyes calm empty as if to swallow life. He spoke in a flat voice:
"You recognized me."