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 could only pray as she watched through the windows sporadic bursts of fiery yellow lights illuminate different parts of the dark corridors of the factory from time to time. Time seemed to stretch, the silence in the car becoming heavier while she forgot to breathe.

Seconds passed, then minutes, until she heard sounds coming from a direction that had been silent till now.

Evelyn was startled, her mind reconnecting with reality as she recognized the sounds of cars approaching. Fear and hope assailed her heart, as the uncertain friend or foe status of the coming fleet came to add itself to the mix.

Evelyn held the handle of the door of the car, her knuckles whitening as she debated fiercely with herself.

198.5 - From the ashes