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

Evelyn was stepping out of the building where her office was, when her phone rang again. This time, she smiled at the name displayed, before replying with a bit of sweetness in her voice while searching for the one she came down to see.

"Hey. Are you calling because you miss me?"

Daemon's voice was calm, and as she missed the seriousness it was holding, she replied with her unchanged smile deepening a bit:

"Outside, below my office building."

Different from the morning, Evelyn had her brown hair in a low ponytail which moved along with the strands framing her face when she looked around to spot the blond hair of her visitor.

The latter a little further in front, not far away.

She started walking, but with her focus on the phone call. And despite Daemon's calm voice, what he said next stunned her as this time she perceived what she missed earlier:

188 - From the ashes