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.
198 - From the ashes
Evelyn thought that she would hesitate, but her feet moved on their own to descend the rest of the staircase, and she took the hand clad in the dark glove that was waiting for her.
The hand might be dark and bloody, but it made her feel so safe.
In that calm moment, Evelyn missed the smile that shone in Daemon's eyes. Relief and love outshone the cold darkness in his eyes for a moment, before they retreated back into the background.
No words were exchanged as Daemon put Evelyn's hand back on his shoulder and continued leading the way, his breathing steady, as if the previous battle had hardly required any effort from him.
Evelyn's eyes fell onto the dead bodies in spite of her attempt at ignoring them.
As if he had predicted that reaction, Daemon hastened his pace, leaving the scene faster as his ears were already perceiving the other incoming threats.