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 stood on the rooftop of the duplex serving as his home, his gaze lost in the darkness of the night. His emotionless face was complete with his dark deep and rippleless eyes, swallowing the bit of light struggling through the night.

The quiet was jarring, not really helping with his mood. It was unlike the quiet at war, after the whistling bullets and the deafening explosions, and it was also unlike the quiet of the underworld, amidst the muffled sounds of death's conquest, and the silence of lives being reaped casually… easily.

The quiet of the night felt incongruous with the quiet of his mood, and even its darkness felt too light, pure, but not as heavy as his heart.

Daemon breathed with the night, time passing for both of them without really changing anything, as the sun was still far, and its light, not ready to return yet.

296 - From the ashes: Light