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

Connel had a certain snarkiness in his lethargic voice, as he didn't even bother opening his eyes or rising from his bed before answering his phone. His room was still dim even as the time was getting close to 10 AM.

From the receiver of his high-end phone, a male voice came through, showing some concern:

"Connel, it's me, Khan. Are you okay? You didn't come to the gathering yesterday."

Whether the concern was sincere or not, only the parties involved would know, but that didn't take away the need to be courteous. Nonetheless, while Connel swallowed his frustration at being disturbed, he couldn't stymie his rage at the humiliating decision he made last night, the flames of hatred rising once again even as his memory was jolted from those words. His voice turned a little biting, his eyelids rising to create a slit and his brows furrowing:

The owner of the voice on the other side seemed to recoil:

147 - From the ashes