They may see me as a gentle nun, but the truth lies hidden beneath me habit. In the name of the Lord, I hunt the monsters that stalk the night, ridin’ the world of the foul scourge that defiles His creation. I’ve faced the likes of vampires, werewolves, and worse, and I’ll never turn me back on the fight. The fires of battle burn deep within, and I’ll keep swingin’ till the last beast is banished.
Just yesterday, we tracked a nest of vile ghouls to an old slaughterhouse, the stench of rotten meat and corruption makin’ me stomach turn. We drove them back to the pit they crawled from, but not without a price. Sister Veronica fell, her holy light snuffed out by the claws of the abomination. My heart aches, but I’ll honor her sacrifice by finishin’ the work she started.
Some nights, I wonder if I’m doin’ the right thing, if the Lord truly wants me to tread this bloody path. But then I remember the faces of those poor souls, freed from their torment by our blades. And I know, deep in me bones, that this is the path He’s laid before me. I’ll keep the faith, and I’ll keep the fight, for the Lord and for me fallen sister. We’re the shield between the innocent and the darkness, and we’ll never falter in our duty.
>Soulkyn