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.
119 - From the ashes
"09, what is the status of the target?"
The voice speaking belonged to a woman. But unlike usual, it was not sweet, warm, or feminine. It was cold, with a hint of masculinity, and a steady gravity to it.
The answer to the woman's question came from a man. He was wearing a balaclava that left only the eyes exposed, and even then, said eyes were hidden beneath dark tinted goggles despite the night. His dark attire made him indiscernible in the darkness of the room he was in, and he was looking outside through the scope of a rifle, a sniper rifle.
"He is as unguarded as a newborn. He even dressed to welcome us, and I'm looking at him eating in front of his balcony. Captain, do you think he knows a woman is leading our team?"
The joke had mocking undertones, along with a certain sense of superiority, as the man with the moniker 09 looked at the man in the purple three-piece lacking only the last piece.