F*&k that; all I do is want. I want violence. I want to be consumed by rage. I want to see the burning fires of hell spread amongst those who buried me in a shallow grave and forgot about me-leaving me to rot without a single thought.

Forgive my sins and trespasses, Father. I assure you; I know exactly what I do.

The Sinner:

A Sacred woman must be pious, meek, and obedient. She must pray at the altar of the Brotherhood and seek salvation on her knees. Fornication is a sin, yet it's used as a reward for some and a punishment for others.

They expected me to wither away, die of loneliness, out of sight where their sins against me and mine no longer confronted them.

The thing about sinners is that we love to feast, and I am the biggest one of them all.

The Protector:

I hide in the shadows, always watching, always ensuring her safety. A task that has become more difficult as the years have gone by. She has turned from a teenager into the stunning woman before me. A Sacred woman, filled with rage and out to cleanse this world of their sins. Can I keep her safe, or am I destined to pay the same price at the hands of the Order that I serve?

The Forsaker & Liar:

We are ruthless princes of the Order of the Brotherhood of the Sacrament, untouchable, sinful, and without remorse. We take what and whom we wish and use them for our unholy and depraved needs. She will be no exception. She belongs to us; she was always destined to be ours. Wolves in sheep's clothing have a need to eat, and we are ravenous.

Are you ready to bow before the altar of the Brotherhood on your knees?