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

Cynthia put the bottle of liquor back onto the counter. She turned her phone over to look at the screen, and saw Michael's name on it. She shifted her focus from the bottle of liquor, taking her hand off it, and picked up the call, her voice cool, unenthusiastic:

"Cynthia, there is trouble. Turn on your TV."

Unlike usual, Michael Green's voice was brisk, a little agitated, with none of the usual approach of finding things to say just to speak with the blonde.

The latter frowned, but only slightly. Still, she asked nothing, and did as she had been told. She went to the living room and turned on the TV, another companion of hers in the recent lonely period. She followed Michael's instructions and soon found out what he wanted her to see.

297 - From the ashes: Out. Now!