Children Of The Void (3)

The air of regality about Arcadius was no more as he continued weeping at the Pink-haired woman's feet, and she gentle lowered her soft hand and strokes his scalp.

"It has been a while my Child, have you been well?"

She asked, the combination of her voice and touch worsening Arcadius's condition, he simply could not stop the tears gushing from his eyes.

"There is no need to bow at my feet. You are my heir — woven in the abyss."

She spoke spoke gently, running her sharp, well-trimmed elegant nails between the follicles of his hair.

"But mother, I..."

"... I thought you were no more!"

"For centuries I've longed for you, why had you forsaken me? Had I displeased you in some way?"

Arcadius raised his face from the ground and questioned his mother, his expression like that of a toddler having been lost in a market place before being found.