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 question was audible to many in the silence, but Evelyn didn't reply. She didn't even care that he made no mention of her appearance. She only shook her head with a smile, not feeling like replying to the offhanded question. She had thought that Daemon would not come, but seeing him arrive like that at this moment, and knowing he only came for her, caused her heart to feel soothed, her eyes feeling even more moist but for a different reason.

Daemon could not stop the helpless feeling that arose in his heart. Really, though he knew the mother of his son well, her tendencies of not seeking redress when wronged would never cease to get that reaction out of him.

He didn't say much, only smiling at her, before raising his head. He didn't need to say anything when he looked at Dinaia. He followed her gaze to a man he could tell was in an abnormal state.

He looked at him deeply, before saying in a low voice:

129 - From the ashes