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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.

LifeDayDreams · Urbano
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253 Chs

130 - From the ashes

"Daemon–"

He interrupted Evelyn's protest with a look from his calm dark eyes. A quiet but domineering look.

"Let's go. Let me take you home."

He took her hand and pulled her. She could only relent after seeing his face, and she looked at Marc, hoping he would not try to do what he should not. It was not only for him, but more for the one pulling her by the hand that she was worried.

She then turned back to the latter. His profile made her remember the past, the always quiet but protective side of the man she used to love, that she still loved.

"Hey, what about me? Are you lovebirds leaving me behind?"

Daemon stopped, but didn't look back at Dinaia. He held his hand out to Evelyn:

"Let me have your purse for a moment."

"Hm."