Like an Abyss [Cultivating the Emperor]

"Your Majesty, I have committed an unforgivable sin... I betrayed someone."

The golden-haired boy knelt with his head bowed beneath the cold throne. The radiance in his brilliant golden eyes had dimmed. The crown of thorns, symbol of both glory and constraint, had been removed by his own hand and cast at his feet, like his shattered faith.

He confessed his crime in an almost calm voice, but beneath that calm lay an unfathomable despair.

A question came from the throne, its voice solemn and deep: "If you had the chance to correct this mistake, what would you choose?"

The boy raised his head. A trace of grief crossed his eyes before giving way to resolve. He answered softly, each word seemingly stained with blood:

"If I could return to that moment... I would die alongside my hero."

I am not your salvation. I am your demon, come from hell.

P.S. The worldbuilding is being reworked...

Theme: A burning love can drive you to fly into the flames.