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.
"This is Echo 7. Everything is set. Getting into position. Targets' positions have been sent to your terminals. Over."
"Zulu 13, copy that. Launch countdown for start of clean up."
"Roger."
The answer from Echo 7 was followed by a countdown appearing on Daemon's tactical watch, along with everyone else's.
With low breathing sounds, Daemon and his team watched as the minutes turned into seconds, their presence blended into the darkness.
'5'
'4'
'3'
'2'
'1'
"Begin."
With the order sent in a low voice, Daemon himself got on the move. He approached the back of the house, and with no hesitation in his silent steps, he closed the distance separating him from one of the guards outside.