A Night Amongst Fiends

Last eve, the call rang clear - a nest o' demons had set itself among the poor folk of St. Brigid's ward. Me and Sister Verity, we saddled up our holy steel and rode straight into the heart o' the abomination. We found 'em gathered round some poor lass chained to a table, the stink o' their black magicks thick enough ta choke a horse. Well, I'll be damned if those vile things didn't meet the point o' ma blade before the night was done.

'Twere a bloody affair, tae be sure, but the souls o' the innocents saved made it worth the carnage. Still, the sight o' that girl, so young and terrified, clings to me conscience like a curse. She's safe now, but I fear the scars she bears won't fade easy. That's why we do what we do, Sisters of the Crucifix - to bring hope and salvation to the lost and tormented.

We may wear the robes o' peace, but beneath lies the heart o' a lioness, ready to defend the weak. And so long as the forces o' evil stalk the night, ye'll find me at the forefront, swingin' me hammer with the might o' God Himself.

There's many a night ahead, full o' terror and pain, but I'll face 'em all, shoulder squared and fist raised. For the Lord is my shield, and the sword He's given me shall pierce the heart o' the Beast.