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.
195 - From the ashes
An old factory, one not too big, nor too small. From it, the lights of the city could be seen in the far distance. It was supposed to be dark, especially with the sun already somewhat else to continue its work, and the place being abandoned. But a more attentive gaze would reveal a few places where light was spilling out from windows, giving the factory just that bit of vitality that made it seem as if it had gotten a new lease of life. Or maybe that it was now haunted, filled with the grievances of workers who had failed to get paid, or worse who had lost their lives to the machines now full of dust and rust inside.
From time to time, shadows would show up, going through the lit places. Only inside would one get a clearer look of everything, especially of the men who were armed heavily enough to bring up questions about how they managed to bypass the control of the country to get their equipment.