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

In the darkness, the conversation in the obscure channel was brief, without superfluous emotions involved.

Just a fact reported, and a report acknowledged, nothing less, nothing more. No movement even followed, and no change happened.

It was like ghosts whispering on a frequency only they could hear, only they could perceive.

'K' knew nothing of that, at least he had been told nothing about it. He left the elevator to return to his apartment. His gait was hurried, trying to show composure, but with anxiety lading it.

Following him were his bodyguards, four this time instead of just two. His eyes darted around in the corridor, looking everywhere for the monster that might sprang out from some shadowy corner, ready to drink his blood.

He spoke to no one in particular, but a reply came from the wireless earbud he had on, the voice deep but flat:

291 - From the ashes: Not ‘K’