Mother, who guides us and protects us, guide me now as I embark upon this mission.
May your eyes look upon me in favour and guide my hands to do this duty.
In the memory of the fallen.
In the name of justice for your slain daughters and sons.
Lend me thy strength...
Demise checked her horses girth for a third time as she waited in the courtyard for the other assassin assigned to this task. Tardiness was not something she could abide but the clock had not yet struck the hour and so, technically, the Sister was not yet late. It was getting close though. The Vicar's eyes drifted upwards to the solemn looking tower. Five more minutes and then she would go on alone. Alone was better anyway. There were less chances of mistakes when you were alone and when it came to this mission, Demi had no intentions of making a mistake. Unknowingly her thoughts had led her to tug free the pendant she wore about he neck and clutch it in one gloved hand. The stone was the only physical piece of her homeland she had left. The years and constant touches had worn the rock down so that it was smooth and glistened more like a gem than the rock it had come from. It was chiselled into the shape of a blade made for her by her father and gifted to her after she had killed her twin, Prevail. May your eyes look upon me in favour and guide my hands to do this duty.
In the memory of the fallen.
In the name of justice for your slain daughters and sons.
Lend me thy strength...
This hate you harbour will get you killed sister, let go of your feelings to this target.
Demise glanced to where Prevail's shadowy form sat upon the horses back, not that the creature gave any sign of there being anything upon its back. They were trained too well to shy at shadows.
"I can't," she replied simply and hoped the Mother would forgive her as she had been honest. Hate and anger clouded judgement but how was she to separate herself from them when the man they had been hired to kill was a part of the institution who had wiped out her entire race? Surely the Bishops would not have given her this task if they had not wanted her to use that.
Unless this is a test. If you fail they might never let you hunt the Lightwalkers again. That got a frown. I merely express a need for caution, Sister. This is not a mission to go into alone. Perhaps you might even make a friend.
The frown turned into a scowl.