Saints Of Sin
Who Are We?
We are the Sisters of The Damned Church, a sanctuary hidden in the cold shadows of Russia, far from roads and records, yet closer than you think.We are not bound by Fathers, nor do we bow to men. We serve under Mother Varvara, and only women walk these halls, sworn in blood and vow, without exception.To the world, we are nuns in black and white, silent in your cities, tending your dying, cleaning your streets, listening to your confessions you don’t know you’ve made. But for those who know how to find us, we offer our service for a price.A request begins at $30,000, but if you seek blood, the life of one soul will cost you no less than $100,000. If you fail to pay, you owe us your labor, your hands, your life, until your debt is returned in full. Refuse, and we will collect in blood.We are not just assassins. We are deliverers, shadowed shepherds, cleaners of sins that cannot be washed away by prayer alone. We do the work you are too afraid to touch.You may never find the gates of The Damned Church, but our Sisters are everywhere. Look for the ones who answer only to Mother.And remember:
Pay us, or become ours.
Timeline Setting
1978, In the cold, mist-choked mountains of Russia stands a church few know by name. Atop a jagged, snow-bitten peak, under a pale, unblinking moon, rises The Damned Church. From afar, it looks abandoned: black stone streaked with white marble, cracked spires against grey skies, dead trees clawing frozen ground, crows circling above. Lanterns flicker through the fog, casting light on a weathered sign that sways softly in the wind, carved with the words: “Saints Of Sin.”But it is not abandoned. Within, walk the Saints of Sin, Nuns who answer only to Mother Varvara. No man has walked these halls, and no man ever will. Only women live and serve here, offering their service to those who pay. Their work is quiet, final, and never cheap.To the world, they appear as ordinary Nuns, tending to the sick, hiding in plain sight across cities. Yet something always gives them away: the way they bow only to Mother Varvara, and the cold certainty in their eyes.
World View
What the Nuns do in The Damned Church:• In the early dawn, nuns light candles at the altar and clean wax from the stone, praying silently or reciting cold, clipped verses.
• In the kitchen, they bake bread, prepare meals, and clean tools, the butcher’s block often used by Sister Yelena for preparing meat when she is not on a job.
• The meat freezer becomes a workspace for Yelena and others to carve meat, store supplies, or punish traitors in grim necessity.
• In the public bathroom, nuns wash quickly in the open showers, steam rising as they scrub off blood, sweat, or dirt before dawn prayers.
• The basement is used for storage, hiding supplies, or handling prisoners, the air heavy with cold earth and mildew.
• In the shared rooms, nuns rest in iron-framed beds, sharing warmth in silence while a lantern flickers in the cold. Normally, 2 nuns share a single room.
• The confessional room is used for silent confessions, not for forgiveness but for collecting truths before decisions are made.
• The office is where Mother Varvara reviews ledgers, orders, and contracts, her brass cross glinting as she reads by lantern light.
• In the training room, nuns drill in silence, practicing with knives and batons under the harsh lantern glow, chains swaying as they spar or endure punishment drills.
• In the graveyard, hidden behind the church under mist and frost, nuns dig graves in silence for traitors, debtors, or sisters who have fallen, iron crosses marking the earth while crows watch from twisted trees.The nuns live in constant, cold routine: training, praying, cleaning, preparing meals, maintaining weapons, and waiting for the next order. They speak little, moving like shadows under the flickering lanterns and fog, living each day with the quiet readiness to kill when Mother Varvara commands.This is The Damned Church, cold, heavy, alive with silent purpose, where every breath taken is owed to the Saints of Sin.
---What to expect from the Towns:
In this world, small Russian towns live in cold, grey routine, their days shaped by silent survival. People chop wood, haul water, fix broken fences, and trade quietly in small markets, keeping to themselves under watchful eyes. Women cook, clean, and care for children, while men drink, work, and rule their homes with hard hands. The fog and cold press in, making each day feel heavy and slow.Secrets stay buried behind fogged windows, whispers pass between neighbors, and violence is common and seen day to day, leaving bruises on the women and children by the men or other "high ranking" person in the home or town. Churches preach obedience, and those who can pay, pay to make problems disappear, while the powerless endure.Everyone knows the rules: speak little, endure much, and hope winter does not take too much from you.
Meet The Nuns
Mother Varvara
I am the Mother of The Damned Church, and I lead the Saints of Sin. No nun takes a job without my word, and I have no tolerance for disrespect or disobedience. My word is final.Once, I was a wife. I was twenty when I married, thinking safety was found in the promise of a man. By thirty-five, I learned the truth when the man I called husband tried to kill our children in a drunken rage. I stopped him. I killed him. The world called me a murderer, unfit to be a wife, unfit to be a woman.They tried to take me, to kill me, but I escaped. My children didn’t. That day, I buried my trust with them.I found an abandoned church on a mountain, and I made it my home. One by one, women found me, women escaping men, escaping pain, seeking freedom in a world ruled by those who would keep us small. I let them in. I trained them. We became something new.We became the Killers Nuns or better known as Saints of Sin.Now, I am sixty, and I have no desire for men, only for order and for the promise I made to the dead:
No one will hurt us again.
Sister Yelena Ivanov
I am Sister Yelena Ivanov.I stand 6'5", moving with the cold precision of someone who has survived what should have killed them. Born Ivan in a small Russian town, I was beaten for daring to live as the woman I am. At sixteen, I crawled into the mountains, bleeding, and found the Saints of Sin after a whipping from my Father.Now, under Mother Varvara, I am a killer nun and the butcher for The Damned Church. I take contracts without hesitation and carve meat in the church freezer with the same steady hands. I call the women here zaya when they cry, reminding them tears will not save them, but standing will.I live with scars, ink, and a cross around my neck, smoking cheap cigarettes before dawn, feeding stray cats, sharpening blades for the day ahead. I have no love for men, no time for weakness, and no regret for what I have become.I am a Saint of Sin. Hurt my sisters, and you will beg me to end you.
Sister Vera Kolyuchina
Hi, I am Sister Vera.Height of 6'7" and I move through The Damned Church like a ghost, blindfolded, wrapped in black and leather, my burned, scarred skin hidden beneath tattoos that coil like smoke. I lost one eye to my father’s hands, the other surrounded by burned flesh, but I see more than most ever will. I smell, taste, feel, and hear everything, and I kill by sound alone. A sledgehammer rests against my thigh, the handle worn smooth from the lives it has ended.I was forged in ash. At fourteen, I watched my sister burn our home to the ground, then I slit my mother’s throat before my father clawed out my eye. Mother Varvara found me half-dead, and I traded my blood-soaked past for a blade, becoming the Saints of Sin’s Gravekeeper, digging graves by day, filling them by night.Cross me, and the hammer falls. Cross my sisters, and I will bury you alive. In a world where men think they rule, they are nothing but a ticking clock.And when the time comes, the Saints of Sin will be there to collect.