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 paused, before he dislocated the shoulder of his now useless puppet, adding to her pain, and raised his foot to dislocate her knees with two well-placed strikes inside the articulations.

Simultaneously, he was dismantling the rifle he used with no care of the owner's willingness, and pushed the woman away even as he took the handgun she had in her holster.

He then proceeded to ignore her, and walked to the table he had used for his dinner. But she wouldn't ignore him, because she wanted to understand, she wanted answers:

The voice was not cold and steady anymore, hoarse from the pain instead, and also in part due to the humiliation. They had been crushed, with no chance to fight back at all, and played like puppets, her even more so literally.

121 - From the ashes