Black Lagoon: Thy Will Be Done

Chapter 1: The Wrath of the Lord (The Nun with the Guns)

From the darkness there springs light. Even the most sinful of men are still capable of doing good. I believe that, to an extent. There are some where forgiveness is not enough to save their eternal souls, and their salvation must come at the barrel of a gun. My name is Sister Gohare. I was a soldier and veteran of the Artsakh War. With that, I am a nun

I was brought in the wake of Eda's absence. I was recommended by name to a place called Roanapur, and the 'Rip-Off Church'. In my time as a soldier, I wanted to do more than bless the young men going off to fight. I wanted to fight alongside them in the name of God. If it is God's Will for me to serve a church on an island so corrupted by sins, so be it

With a ShAK-12 behind my back, and a Kord 12.7mm in my hands, I entered the church after thanking the boatman for the trip and giving him my thanks and a blessing. My steel-toed boots made a heavy sound as I walked up to the alter. I went down on a bended knee, and I bowed to Christ on the Cross, "Հոր որդու և սուրբ հոգու անունով," I prayed

"Welcome, my child," said a grandmotherly voice

"Sister Yolanda, I am Sister Gohare, you are in need of my services," I replied, I have placed my arms at my sides with the barrels pointed away from the alter, and toward the door to tell my superior that I am here to defend, and not to antagonize a House of God. In appearance, I am 178cm tall and 79.4kg in weight. I have black hair under my habit.

I looked up with my brown eyes to see a face that matched her voice, say for the eyepatch. I too carry my scars from the war as one is cut into my flesh from the corner of my jaw to up near my left eye. That was from a mortar round during the war, "My, my, that is a serious scar you have there," she said with a gentle hand touching my scar. I sighed.

"A reminder of who I am, and what I am, someone has to be," I replied as I stood up. Sister Yolanda made a light chuckle. Though I am damaged, she may still see the beauty in me. Sister Yolanda examined my weapons from my assault rifle to a bipod-mounted heavy machine gun, "I take it that you like what you see?" I asked my new sister superior

"A Kord .50 caliber? Hotel Moscow won't like this" She warned

"If that is the case, then I will have 50 reasons keep it here to defend this sacred ground, though it is best we stay on good terms," I replied, Sister Yolanda warmly smiled back, seeing that I am, in fact, a real nun. I smiled back as it seemed that Sister Yolanda accepted me. To help settle in, I took a ladder, and placed the Kord 12.7mm on the bell tower

I placed a small gentle kiss on the gold crucifix of my necklace, and placed it on the barrel of my heavy machine gun. I closed my eyes, and bowed my head in prayer, "Blessed Father, bestow a blessing upon my arms, in battle I will fight with your name upon my lips to defend the holy ground from the snares of the wicked, in your name I pray...Amen"

"That's a nice blessing on your guns!" called out a voice of a young man about my age. I looked to see a priest waving to me, and I climbed down the ladder to meet him, "you must be the new sister, I'm Father Ricardo, but you can call me Father Rico, dear sister," the young priest has a friendly disposition about him. And like him, I too am a Catholic.

"I am Sister Gohare, it is nice to meet you, Father Rico" I smiled

"Come on down, it's almost time for mass," Rico reminded me as the locals of the faith were coming to sit in the pews for the service. Father Rico was on the organ, and I was going around slowly with the thurible of smoking incense, slowly swaying like a pendulum. I smiled warmly to a couple young boys in the pews, and they smiled back. How nice.

Sister Yolanda always advises me to stay armed as one never knows who will attack a House of the Lord. It was a Communion Sunday, and I received the Eucharist during mass. After the service, I met the very vilest excuse for a female, and that is me being kind, "Hey Yolanda! I heard you got yourself a new girl! Who the fuck did you replace Eda with?"

She reeked of hard alcohol, and had a tattooed upper arm. She could have at least had the decency to tie her shoes, but I suppose that is asking too much of her. I can speak better for her friend, a Japanese gentleman, "Do keep your voice down, and mind your tongue, for you are in the House of the Lord," I advised to her, she didn't heed my words

"Fuck you, go suck some more holy Jesus cock," she replied back

It appears that between this pathetic waste of the female gender, and this gentleman that she wears the pants between them. Even said pants are cut much too short. I do not take kindly to such blasphemy, "As I warned you," I said, now with a ShAK-12 ready, and aimed at her face, "mind your forked tongue, or I'll cast you to Satan without a head,"

(Sister Gohare's Theme Song: 'Swinging the Chain' by Black Sabbath)