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.
*Calling Ryan*
The gray SUV stopped in front of the police barrage after going against the current of the traffic.
"Yes?"
Daemon opened a certain interface on the computer of the car, then leaned toward the glovebox, taking out a pair of dark combat gloves, while he spoke to Ryan:
"I need your support. Use the car as a relay."
Ryan didn't hide his surprise:
"I thought you had cleaned your system of my backdoors."
But Daemon was not paying attention to him anymore. He looked at Evelyn as he stepped outside:
"I will be back soon."
Evelyn forced herself to nod, but she couldn't hide her worry, as she watched Daemon walk toward the policemen at the barrage.
"Damn, I knew it. He cleaned everything."
Ryan's voice diverted her attention, and he continued complaining:
"Couldn't he have left at least a small window?"
Now he had to work harder, but who liked that?
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