Immortal Love and Torment at the Execution Platform

Nine hundred years ago, on a rainy night, he knelt before her. Demonic blood stained the earth red. He looked up at the woman dressed in white, as pure as snow, and used the last of his strength to ask her

“Did you truly... never love me?”

She only looked at him, her gaze as calm as still water.

“Can someone of the demonic path even speak of love?”