The silver moonlight bathed the deep forest, shrouded in thick fog. The air was frigid, as if about to freeze solid. Till knelt before an ancient sacrificial altar, tears streaming down his face. His hands clasped tightly together, his lips whispering a plea.

"Oh, God.. , please forgive this misguided child.."

Till had committed a grave error. He had released Ivan, the powerful demon lord, from his imprisonment. Hoping to atone for his sin, he decided to sacrifice himself to make amends for his actions.

Suddenly, a tall, imposing figure appeared behind him. It was Ivan, a handsome demon with piercing black eyes that glowed crimson like blood, and sleek black hair. His body radiated dark power; his eyes, however, held a mixture of cunning, sorrow, and empathy.

Ivan reached out, his hand gently touching Till's clasped hands, then resting on his forehead. The touch was icy yet strangely warm. He gazed at his tear-streaked face with a newfound feeling of...sympathy, a sensation entirely foreign to him.

"Even if God doesn't forgive you, I will make you as happy as if you were in Heaven itself.."

His deep voice was soft yet powerful.