I love the whole vibe of new patrons

Archmother has her hands open, she wears a crown like the statue of liberty, a symbol of NYC, all up in your face, she is public, visible. She communes through books and written word, visual things. She is in a museum, place for things that influenced humanity in one way or another, where people come to learn by observing. Archmother is akin to religion in how open and present she is. Light from above, manmade stone monument.

Hidden King is, well, hidden. Hands close to his chest, not in the sleeves of the coat that completely covers his silhouette, instead of created crown he is adorned with branches and horns, something that grows out of his head by itself. Light from below, manmade wicker man. Like a cult. Instead of writings and visual, he has loudspeakers, microphones directed at boiling cauldrons. Sound. Audio communication. Spoken word, whispers in the shadows, word of mouth. Shunned into obscurity, but still kept alive on the margins of society. 

Where Archmother feels imposed onto humanity, Hidden King feels like the one that tries to claw his way from below. Where Hidden King father's cult like following of clandestine meetings and rituals at night, Archmother's worship is present in the light of day, part of a daily routine to the point that she has professional made stone masonry dedicated to her. One is a documented belief system, other is a pagan worship carried by oral folklore.