- Messages
- 109
- Character Biography
- Link

Bishop Prudence’s sermon ended inside the small chapel, but her voice continued to echo throughout. Now all the devout followers, assassin or not, of Menessis would rise, making the sign of the shadows over their face before heading to exit their pews. Solitude had always enjoyed communion, almost as much as she enjoyed staring at the stigmata of the sisters in her favorite cathedral back in the Citadel of Ash. The communion could be found in any church of Menessis, and Solitude hoped these black wheat bread were less stale. She already knew that the wine had been watered down considerably so she couldn’t look forward to that. Not that she cared much for sour grape juice.
Solitude’s right hand was raised, parallel to her neck, and she held up three fingers. Those who were not assassins had their hand over their heart, those who were not baptized were allowed to be blessed but could not partake in the exchange of flesh and blood for virtue and loyalty. Solitude kept her gaze straight ahead, moving slowly down to the altar were Bishop Prudence worked.
The Bishop was known for her piousness and kind smile. Solitude had heard rumors of Bishop Prudence coming from the womb and crying prayers belonging to Mother Meness. She was born blind and feeble, unlike her twin, but her faith was so strong that she excelled in the School of Shadows. There were also rumors that the Bishop never stopped smiling, even when she killed her twin. Solitude’s favorite rumor pertaining to Bishop Prudence was how she rejoiced in getting beaten, believing it made the Mother pity her and so before every assignment she spent an exorbitant amount of time getting flogged.
“Cirphes dimono nissro Iuse Meness chrosso cessikoaus aunomaum seaum on zosaum auusurnaum, Amun.” Bishop Prudence said with a smile, her shadow reaching out to Solitude’s. She felt the relief of both her sister and Celosia being kissed by shadow.. Blessed flesh of our Mother Meness to command and preserve your soul for rebirth, Assassin.
“Si lu os.” Solitude answered, so be it. Solitude opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and the Bishop set the gray chunk of bread on it as was custom. What wasn’t custom was that as Solitude began to chew, she heard the Bishop’s voice in her head.
After mass, ghostly whispers echoed in Sol’s usually empty head, meet me at the market in front of the Old God statue. You have an assignment.
Solitude came to the wine, listening to the administration before replying with another so be it before the holder raise it up to her lips until she could drink. As she turned to go back to her pew and pray for forgiveness, out of her peripheral vision, she saw another assassin. She was unable to catch much of their face, their limp hair hiding them, but she hadn’t noticed them because of their face. It was because they held both hands up. On their right, five fingers were raised. On their left, one. Solitude went into her pew, kneeling down and clasping her hands together. She bent her head, using her dark fringe to cover her eyes so she wouldn’t have to close them.
Her heart beat fast but she didn’t dare breathe, anticipation prickling underneath her skin. The assassin walked past her pew and their shadow reached out to snag at hers. Solitude coughed, bile coming up her throat. She bit her lower lip, not wanting to gag even as her eyes watered and her throat constricted. There was that oily feeling in her gut, but weak, not like the time with Diaz. No, with Diaz, there had been equal footing as two predators.
This time she felt like a rabbit staring up at the jaws of a hound. If it weren’t for Bishop Prudence, Solitude would have ran. It was only natural to run when one was being hunted. But Solitude wasn’t the only one.

Solitude stared up at the decapitated statue of Hokras Old God of the Sea, Kallamar. Then she looked down at the head, now being used as a candle holder. Another rumor about Bishop Prudence: she had killed the Old God and destroyed everything belonging to the Old Faith. Slowly but surely, signs of Menessis were beginning to appear more and more in this city.
“Apologies for being late, I had a confession that ran late.” Solitude turned from the statue and looked where the voice came from. It was hard to ignore the red welt across Bishop Prudence’s cheek. Maybe it wasn’t a rumor after all…. “Walk with me.” She said, starting her brief ascent up wooden stairs. “I’m not sure if any of you have heard the rumors yet, I’ve tried to keep it contained.” The assassin who had held up many fingers wasn’t with their group. Solitude looked around, craning her neck this way and that. She almost missed what Bishop Prudence said next.
“Unfortunately there is a heretical cannibal here. It has taken three souls already and I fear it will continue its gluttony until it is dead.”
“So why haven’t you killed it yet?” Bishop Prudence was the best assassin here, not only the strongest but the most experienced.
“Because I am not done speaking yet and because, my little sister, I am unable to.” There was an edge in her voice that didn’t match the smile. “Unlike you, tenebrous hunger does not affect me, my faith is too strong.” She smiled wider, her eyes clearly saying unlike yours. “Curiously, the beginnings of aphotic psychosis were found in each body recovered. The heretic has a type.” There was a pause. “I believe they are able to make any assassin become mad. Each body had a pinprick in the around their ears.”
“But that should be impossible to do!”
“Do you know what they call an assassin that questions every little thing, my naive sister?”
“Curious?” Sol ventured, hopeful.
“Annoying.” Bishop Prudence said, her words a lightning fast whip. Solitude would bet her twin that the Bishop used that often. Solitude ignored Celosia’s chittering giggle and tried to ignore the ripple in the Bishop’s shadow as if her shadowkin were laughing as well. The Bishop sighed but the smile returned regardless. “Now you’ve made me lose my train of thought.”
Quote credit to Blasphemous, Picture credit to Max
Last edited: