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.
174 - From the ashes
It was hours later that Michael Harsh came back. His steps were unsteady, and he had to try a few times to get the door to open.
His expression was fierce despite the difficulty he had thinking because of the alcohol. In his hazy mind that didn't even bother thinking about how he managed to get back, the conversation from the phone call he got at the cemetery was still going through his mind:
"Hello?"
"Michael, it's me. Isaac."
"Yes, I know. Thank you for calling me."
"Don't mention it. I should have been at the funeral itself. My condolences."
"Thank you, Isaac."
A small moment of silence came before the man on the other side spoke again:
"Unfortunately, I am not calling with good news."
Michael frowned, before he took a deep breath. Ever since the failed engagement of his daughter, things could be said to have only been taking a downward turn for him. He composed himself, then asked:
"Tell me."