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 froze, but then her expression morphed into such an ugly mask of resentment that for a moment, darkness seemed to waft off her, as if to swallow the one who intruded into her dark, depressed world. She seemed ready to growl, before she deflated, and turned her head back to look at her empty glass.

"What are you here for, Mr Peak? To admire your work and mock me?"

The energy she had shown seemed to have left her just as suddenly as it had come, leaving her words without any bite. She felt tired, but unable to rest, as sleep would be fraught with nightmares, like always, frightening and disgusting nightmares.

Daemon looked at the almost listless woman in front of him. With his tailored three-piece suit and his imposing demeanor, he looked so different from her who was looking like a wreck.

305 - From the ashes: Wreck