The second scene that Annette was taken to was a far different one. Instead of being in a dingy alley with a dead body, she was now in a dark, cold room.
“Can whoever is doing that at least give me a warning before you send me through?” She asked to no one in particular.
Nearby, she could hear whimpering in an even darker corner of the room. A quick glance around showed her that she was in somebody’s basement.
Annette then recognized the whimpering child, and she took a step closer once she got back up off the floor.
She wanted to say who it was on the floor, but now the words caught in her throat. She was then alerted by a nearby door opening, revealing a group of nuns with rulers.
“Don’t show any restraint whatsoever, sisters,” the one in front said to the rest. “His father is the devil himself, and there is no telling what he may do!”
In seconds, all the nuns were beating the young Ox-Head with their rulers, calling out words like ‘heathen’ and ‘devil’s spawn’. The entire time, Ox-Head was screaming in pain and suffering.
Just seeing him being subjected to this unwarranted punishment made Annette want to push the nuns out of the way and carry him to safety.
But she couldn’t. She could only watch as he was struck into unconsciousness. Before this happened, though, she turned away and curled into herself.
She couldn’t go into the next scene quick enough, it felt like. Looking around when she was there, she immediately regretted wishing for that.
Ox-Head was older now in this flashback, about the age she knew him as back in Malum’s domain. This time, however, he was being tormented by a priest instead of a group of nuns.
In front of them stood a large baptismal font, no doubt filled with holy water. Annette bore an unknown witness to this next scene, as the priest grabbed hold of Ox-Head by the back of the neck and pushed him towards it.
“Demon begone! May you be purified of your tainted heritage!” Ox-Head was then shoved into the water before he could let out one of his usual shrieks. Annette could’ve sworn she saw smoke rising out of the font.
When he was pulled back up, Ox-Head finally began screaming, and clawing at his face. The priest then repeated his action twice more, each time demanding that Ox-Head renounce his demon blood.
It felt like an eternity before the priest left, leaving poor Ox-Head alone in the sanctuary. He didn’t appear to be moving very much, beyond violently shaking accompanied by him whimpering.
“Oh, Ox-Head…” Was all Annette could say now. She then caught sight of Malum emerging from the shadows, then approaching Ox-Head with a malicious grin on her face.
“Looks like someone rejected salvation pretty badly,” he told him with a sneering tone. Then, like twice before, she pulled out her syringe.
Malum then knelt down and jammed it into Ox-Head’s neck. Annette was actually slightly grateful when the scene finally faded.
It hurt Annette to see Ox-Head’s ghost standing before her when she got back to the chamber.
Strangely enough, he seemed quite happy to see her again, given the way he was waving at her. He didn’t seem to realize he was dead.
Annette gave him a little smile before saying her phrase. “You know her sins, now give your verdict.”
After a moment or two, Ox-Head clapped excitedly and gave the thumbs down. When his decision was cast, he then faded away.
The only thing Annette could do now was wave good-bye to him as he disappeared, a gesture that was happily returned.
Once he was gone, the fourth door opened. Annette paused at where Ox-Head’s apparition had been for a few seconds, and then went through.