LifeDayDreams

“I don't like judging people, but sometimes I can't help it. I don't like talking behind people's backs, but sometimes I do. I just want to live a good life, but sometimes I can't.”

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. And 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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Love from the ashes

Daemon calmly looked into Cynthia's eyes, and nodded:

"Let's have a happy cooperation, but for now, I won't be able to entertain you further, Ms Harsh. With the contract now signed, I have to make sure that nothing happens that will make me lose my company. I would be remiss if I were to make you waste your time, after all."

At that moment, Blandon came back with the task given to him already executed. Daemon took the original contract from him, and handed it to Cynthia.

Cynthia stood up, her smile spreading on her dark red lips:

"Certainly. I will not be taking any more of your time then, Mr Peak. Have a good day."

"And I won't be seeing you off, Ms Harsh."

It didn't matter to Cynthia, as Daemon being angry was already enough to make her happy. She would have even hummed a tune, had it not been for wanting to maintain the last bit of decorum.

269 - From the ashes