My child...
You live quite the pained life.
It...
saddens me.
To see you hurt, pained and confused. I wish that I could reach through the darkness and caress you. But alas, that is not my design.
I am the mother who never consoles.
I am the mother who eats as she pleases.
I am the mother who knows not her children...
Until after I've eaten them.
'And I really don't give a shit.' Adam thought as he continued to glare at her.
Once again, it seemed as though the creature in front of him enjoyed this. As if it thrived off of anger.
Yes... I see that, child.
I feel your pain and your anger.
I wish I could make it pure, that I could make you powerful.
But alas, that is not my design.
I am merely a reflection. I am merely the mirror of mortality, a representation of life's greatest failures.
As the eyes stared back at him, 8 white dots in an otherwise pure dark, Adam felt an unimaginable horror envelope his being.
