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.
The phantom pain in the middle of his face seemed to come back, and despite the silence around, Connel seemed to hear whispers accompanying fingers being pointed at him.
His expression darkened, and he tightened his jaws, before he opened his mouth:
"What are you doing here, 'Daemon'?"
The way he spat out the name at the end of the question made his loathing and anger all too clear, but the one in question remained unfazed just as he had been since the beginning.
But, for the first time, Daemon's expression changed. He let a small smirk appear on his lips, one made more piercing by the indifferent mockery in his dark eyes:
"I heard you will be branching into farming. I came to congratulate you."
Connel felt his brain explode, fire seemingly coming out of his ears, his eyes seeing red. His breathing, already strained, turned chaotic.