The air in the chamber felt heavy, not from heat, but from the question Adam asked Mordux.
It was the crushing emotions of words left unsaid, of lives burned out long before their time.
Mordux sat still, his form half-devoured by the darkness of the room.
He rested his elbows on it, gloved hands clasped before him.
When he spoke again, Adam could clearly hear the pain in his voice.
"So you want to know about your parents!?"
He repeat Adam question, who merley nodded.
Mordux sighed, then began to explain.
"Well for starters your father… I don't know much about him."
The words came out low, brittle.
"Given I've only ever spoken to him four times in my life. Four, and that's counting the day he came to me for a favor."
Adam said nothing.
And just listen.
Mordux's gaze shifted, lost somewhere behind the mask.
"Your mother, though... her I knew well. She was my little sister after all... ahhh my precious Ange La'Terra, everyday I mourn her trap souls."
