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

The hand holding the glass had a tremor run through it, creating currents that made droplets of liquor inside the glass jump up, before falling back down and adding to the impetus of the ripples running inside the liquid. Then the glass was brought to the now pursed lips for a sip that felt more necessary than it should have been. However, no denial came for the words of Daemon.

'K' smiled after suppressing any other reaction, casual, but seemingly weak:

"Of course not. How could I have survived the bullet you put through the middle of my face? So, take a guess. Who am I, if not 'K'?"

The smile was one of amusement, but it could not hide the turmoil behind it. It tried, but the mask over it had cracked, with nothing to paste it.

Daemon calmly looked at the man drinking, and a name flowed out of his mouth, his voice marred with no fluctuation at all:

Harris London, younger brother and sole sibling of Keith London.

292 - From the ashes: Shattered night