(Note: From here on out, The Builder and her Twin will be referred to by the names given to them. So Malum=The Builder, Meliora=The Twin)
It had been far too many times that she walked this path. No matter how many times it happened, though, it never really got easier.
The entire time, she forced herself to keep walking. She was at least grateful that she didn’t wear something formal and encumbering like her sister apparently did.
After an unknown time of pressing on, she finally reached a grand staircase. It seemed to go on for quite some ways. And at the top was where she was now needed.
Breathing in deeply, Meliora approached the first step, and began climbing.
“Don’t tell me I got tricked into going into the wrong place,” Annette said to the eerie stillness of the room. Besides her talking, all she could hear was her footsteps.
Surrounding her now were empty pedestals, each intricately carved. Feeling the side of one revealed it to be made of a very cold, hard stone.
A little more searching, and Annette found a large,old-fashioned, and imposing door on a distant wall. Upon trying to open it, however, the doorknob would not budge. A few more attempts, and she resorted to kicking the door.
“Come on! Don’t tell me I’m trapped here!” She shouted, before going back to kicking. Annette did this a few more times before just giving up.
Now overcome with despair, Annette fell backwards onto her rear, and howled in frustration. She then took hold of her dark hair and made as if to rip it all out.
When this stopped, she then buried her face between her thighs, and softly cried. She did this for a little while, before hearing sounds behind her.
“Huh? Who’s there?” Annette then got to her feet, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.
The sounds she heard were that of bare feet on marble flooring. They gradually became louder, as they reached where she was.
Fortunately, rather than the Omnipotent sociopath that she was married to, Annette saw the form of a beautiful, black-haired woman come into sight. To this sight, she let out a sigh of relief.
The woman stopped a few feet away from her, and gave her a warm smile. Then she continued walking before stopping again, now much closer to Annette.
She opened her mouth, and spoke in a rather melodious voice:
She was getting so sick of doing this walk. It had gone on so many times, she wished there were a permanent way of doing it.
Dragging her feet against the floor, she stuck her tongue out in displeasure and lifted her skirt up. It was now that she wished she’d completely drained Horse-Face of his blood. The front of her dress was already dried and dark red.
Changing her filthy dress was not an option, however. There were more pressing matters to deal with now.
Once she reached the giant staircase, she let out a loud, frustrated groan. She was so tired of doing this walk. Nonetheless, Malum took the first step and went onwards, grumbling the entire way.
Annette was rendered speechless at who was before her now. She was even more surprised that she was talking to her.
“Uh…hi. Gotta admit, I almost didn’t recognize you without all the tubes attached to you.” This observation earned her a good-humored chuckle.
“It is a surprise, yes. But it is here that I am free from my physical vessel; that which I am now free from, and must pass on to one of my daughters.
“But I an getting ahead of myself. Allow me to properly introduce myself: I am known as Regina. As you know from preceding events, I am the mother to Malum and Meliora.”
Here, Regina placed a hand under Annette’s chin, lifting her head up to get a better look at her face.
“And in a sense, I am what some may refer to as your ‘mother-in-law’.” Here, she gave off another smile. “And you may wonder what brings you here, to me.”
Annette nodded, with her chin still in Regina’s hand. “One of your kids said to wait here for instructions on what to do next. I guess the one giving those instructions is you.”
“That is correct.” Regina then withdrew her hand, and turned away. “Allow me to explain to you your role in these events…”
(song that the chapter title comes from: )