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 glass making contact with the table broke the silence, throwing a ripple into Mr Grassfield's composure once again, as Daemon finally gave his reply:

"Half of your shares in Green Industries."

Nel Grassfield, at first, felt like he had heard wrong, his old ears or his old mind failing and playing tricks on him. But then he looked at Daemon's calm expression, and suddenly, his world seemed to get a new addition, a cloying tint of red.

His momentum that had been like a bursting balloon came back, but hacked, like a jarring blade that had been left unable to get sharp.

One could not, nor should ever aim at what made a man able to stand straight, the spine, even if it was only a part of it. It was like aiming for the balls, seeking to take away one under the pretext that there were two of them.

Mr Grassfield forced back the constipated expression coming up his face, but not the anger:

302 - From the ashes: Dignity? Profit?