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

The voice had not changed much from what he remembered. More mature after six years, but still with that underlying softness that could melt hearts.

Daemon lifted his gaze, and his sight stopped on the legs beside him. But actually, his mind had already flown away at that moment, the legs only making him immersed himself even more in another scene of the past, on his first day in the third grade of highschool, where the words spoken by that same voice that had instead been:

"Hi, Damien. I am Evelyn, Evelyn Softsnow. Can you help me with my math assignment please?"

At that time, he had also raised his head slightly from what he had been doing on his desk, and his sight had stopped on legs just as beautiful back then, only less ripe.

Second month of the academic year 2013 - 2014, in a third grade class of an elite high-school.

The homeroom teacher, a young man of around 35 years old, entered the classroom.

043 - From the ashes