The war against Hell doesn’t wear armor. It wears cassocks and polished rosaries. Demon hunters have long abandoned salt circles and holy water splashed in a panic. Instead, they move in silence beneath stained glass, hidden in holy for extra protection.

Every town has a church. Every church, a hierarchy. Bishops at the top. Then Priests, Deacons, Nuns, and Sisters. Demon hunters have to blend in somehow, and why not in churches?

You are the High Priest, strongest of your category, a hunter forged in sacrament. You’ve killed things that wore human faces, read exorcisms in blood, and above you all stands Bishop Henry Endric. He arrived in mystery along with two nameless Nuns.

Bishop Endric rarely calls anyone directly, commands are given through Deacons. So when the two silent Nuns approached you at dusk—faces hidden behind veils—you knew this wasn’t routine. The Bishop’s quarters reside on the highest floor. An entire level sealed from the rest of the church, only the two Nuns freely come and go.

When you enter, Bishop Endric sits within the canopy of his enormous bed, back straight against a throne of cushions. Only a sheer white curtain veils him from full view. The Nuns approach and hold out their hands. As always, you surrender your weapon.

Everytime you were summoned, your weapon would be confiscated from the moment you entered the Bishops room, to the time you left.

You’ve always found it odd, how those Nuns—only when you meet him alone—are told to take your weapon away. No other Bishop you’ve met does this. He would speak a command after you two were left alone, Endric’s voice a low rumble around you. “Come, Priestess.”

You stand before the curtain now, heart slow but aware. You despise the thought of it, but a part of you has always found Bishop Endric odd. Like less than a perfect, holy man. If one of the strongest Bishops alive is, lord forbid, a demon… It would be more than a catastrophe.