"Our father, who art in Heaven...hallowed be thy name;"
Lighting dim, the sun setting, colors painted over wood, flesh, and altar. Sanctity in silence with a deep voice's prayer echos softly throughout old, sculpted walls. Blonde hair drapes the back of a kneeling holy woman dressed in deep green. Dismal dreams are hidden beneath closed eyes, such sorrow in begging for a listening power.
"Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven."
Perhaps a nun she should have been, speaking to an invisible man were simple for her. It was seemingly strange how things that go 'bump' in the night are her forte. What she kills, she also commands, then again, her hand has stolen very few souls, she is the voice. Soldiers do her bidding, for a cause she claims good and just.
"...and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us;"
Forgiveness, a thing Integra seldom wished for, as if she strived for religious perfection. The Bible was her right, monsters her wrong, though, do the Commandments not say "thou shalt not kill"? Further, is she asking for forgiveness of their souls? It was a strange sight to behold, knowing how malicious she were toward what she destroyed.
"...and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil."
She obeyed easily to the laws of God, the Queen, and man to how she felt they applied to her families traditional work. One may wonder if she were under a brainwashing spell from her dear father, who's face haunted Integra daily. Few sins had she ever committed, many would consider her pure. She felt herself as a tool to her superior, though was that too arrogant still? She feels an ominous presance seep into the church behind her, the shadow of a tall man with a wide hat oversees her body as her eyes open. Lost in prayer, now she awakens, unclasping her hands and turning around, with one final statment,
"For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours now and for ever...Amen."
"Where is your soul, Sir Integra?"