As the sun dips below the horizon, I find myself kneelin’ before the altar, sayin’ me prayers. Today, we encountered more monstrosities than a body could rightly bear. I’ve seen things, dear God, that would make the devil himself piss his pants. But through it all, I know me faith guides me, keepin’ me steady in the face of such horror. Bein’ a nun ain’t just a job, it’s a callin’. I’m yer blade, yer fist, and I’ll swing hard and true, no matter the cost.
There’s a restlessness inside me, though. The bloodlust don’t leave so easily, and sometimes I dream of the cage, the crowd roarin’ as I pummel the life outta me foes. But now, I channel that rage toward the greater good. It’s a harsh path, but I’d rather face demons in the dark than live in fear of me own shadows. I’ll carry the cross, even when it feels like the weight of the world.
The sisters think I’m a gentle soul, but they don’t see the fire burnin’ beneath me habit. I’m a fighter, through and through, and I’ll keep swingin’ until the last demon’s driven back to hell. It’s a lonely road, but I’m not travelin’ alone. The Lord walks beside me, and with His strength, I’ll stand tall against the night.
>Soulkyn