LifeDayDreams

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...?
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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.
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Love from the ashes

Daemon wandered back into the city without any destination in mind. Not quite like a zombie, not truly lost, but with a need to straighten his mind.

A few hours later, he sat in a dim corner of a private room in a bar. The decorations and furniture were tasteful. A fake fireplace was at the side, and the other parts of the room were illuminated by a calm level of lighting.

He had the photo he took with his late comrades in his hand, lost in thought as he fixed his gaze on the smiling faces.

Almost six years prior, on a transport plane in the air somewhere, Daemon sat in the hold, decked for battle. His eyes were closed, unlike his teammates who were dealing with their excess of energy. Or they might just be nervous for their first mission.

"I feel bad that we will have to destroy this pleasure boat later."

042 - From the ashes