Sister Ivory walked into the cathedral, stopping just inside the door she dipped two of her fingers into the bowl attached to the wall filled the holy water and made the sign of the cross. Touching her forehead then her stomach she then made the cross between her right and left shoulder. Her softly spoken words filled the air with reverence. " In the name of the Father , Son and Holy Spirit." 

She then continued into the cathedral and lit a candle blowing out the candle she made a brief prayer for those who had recently passed and those who were currently alive. Her hands clasped before her she slowly walked to the statue of Christ the Savior and knelt before it, her head bowed and eyes closed as  she searched for Gods guidance.  There was a country wide war occurring and people who weren't fighting physically were fighting and debating in the streets.

It was the Devil's playground filled with carnage of criminals and citizens alike, buildings were burning and the smell of burnt flesh and blood was on the air. Was this the end of days? Sister Ivory Darkmore wasn't sure, but she knew with gods guidance maybe she could help ease everyone's strife and pain. Even if some of them maybe fickle or closed minded. 

She sat prone in front of that statue for hours the moon had already risen, but she had not received the guidance of the Lord yet , so she remained there just as the grandfather clock in the Cardinal's office chimed. The Lord's epiphany came to her. She knew she had to share it with the masses even if she was stoned to death.

She stood in one fluid sinuous motion and walked from the cathedral between two sets of pews. As she exited the cathedral on to the street her nerves a bundle of electricity crawling under her skin. The Sister took in a deep breath  to calm her nerves, her chest rising and slowly relaxing as she exhaled and straightened her Habit. She walked halfway down the cathedral step her heels clicking slightly on the stylized stones with each step she took. Clickety clackity Clickety clackity 

Clearing her throat louder than she needed to she smile and spoke with a solid but friendly tone. 

"My sisters, and brothers in Christ. My neighbors and friends. My fellow citizens. I beseech you to hear me now please."
 She smiled briefly but a with a soft inviting feel as she looked to the crowd starting to gather.

"People are physically warring over a practice called one group likes to use this practice, the other group does not.  A practice in which the definition of is even hotly debated. As you can hear if you head North for three blocks then West for two blocks. She raised both her hands in the air, palms out toward the crowd with openness in her heart to silence the few people that started babbling about the topic of what it was and whether it is an acceptable  practice or not. " Please take those questions and comments to that particular conversation. "That is not why the Lord has brought me here today." Man she thought I need a line of coke to calm my nerves, but with the guidance of the Lord she continued.

Sister Ivory Darkmore continued her hands folded in front of her and voice solid but gentle. 

"The Lord gave me an epiphany. After listening to the discussion I directed you to earlier I realized everyone was discussing it and many agreed that it was the Devil's influence that caused his purging type of warring, some did not. " A nice bottle of wine would soot my nerves right about now she thought. She licked her lips slowly and nervously continued. " Some felt although it was the Devil's influence that it was necessary to have good wars, and take out those who were a threat. " She shook her head with a saddened look in her eyes.  "While it is necessary to take out what threatens you and yours within the criminal world we all live in this purging type of warring is not good for the community we all share.." She noticed a few people who were not apart of the criminal world starting to interject and raised her hand requesting their silence. "Yes even you civilians, live in this criminal world, so it affects you also."

The Sister straightened her Habit hoping the sweat from the heat of wearing it wasn't visible to the crowd then continued. 
 

"I..I I  She stuttered in her nervousness continuing quickly with her words hoping no one heard her slight stutter of nervousness. am not here today for a debate on what it is and how it is or isn't a useful and good method. That conversation is already happening.  This is the epiphany the Lord gave me. 

A discussion on a solution. People  shuffled their feet the crowd feeling near as nervous as she did, but she continued. I hear some of you starting to mumble there is not one. But I say to you  My Lord has provided a root to start this conversation. She paused briefly as they calmed and quieted down, curiosity playing across several of listener's faces. 

 "My Lord God has shown me a path to light our way." She clamped her hands comfortable in front of her and continued. I hope you will listen and add your opinions to this epiphany. I hope you remember when your opinions this is just a path to find a solution.

Instead of cities having alliances, each city is run the way it's acting Godfather Chairman deems fit.  For Purging this means if that Godfather Chairman wants to use purging within their city there would be no questions asked from the other cities. Although, if they continue to do so and their associates and the civilians in their area realize this these people may move their bloodline to a city that does not. The Lord said this is good and fair to all. 

The Sister continued with some suggestions hoping they  would inspire more, her nerves somewhat settled but with wine and a nice spliff on her mind. 

"How will we have wars then? I hear some of you mumbling at me like am an idiot." She raised her hands palms out in a non threating manner a gentle smile on her lips. then rested her arms at her side.

Make rules for declaring a war.  She paused letting those words sink in for a deep thought towards the conversation. 

"Such as I heard mention of a hit placed by one Wiseguy on another Wiseguy from a different city. This act should have caused a war between the two different cities."

She raised an eyebrow and looked to the crowd some were thinking heavily on her words others scuffling their feet.

"Each Godfather Chairman Charges a tithing tribute to any of those who reside outside the city and come to work in the city.  This is ten percent, a tithing is the Lord's decree. How will this be kept track of ever city has people with exceptional sight, some you could say eagle eyes. They could one or a couple to keep an eye on who comes through the city/ through the Godfather Chairman's paper trail you can track who send a tribute and who does not. Then go to the Crew leader of the associate or mafioso and request a meeting with the offender the Crew leader and the acting Godfather of the Crew leader. This meeting of gentleman and or gentleladies  is where the offended Godfather politely requests their tribute. If the tribute is denied then war can be declared between the two cities. The winning city gets to rebuild, but not own or have an alliance with the rebuilt city." 

So, instead of attacking one another both verbally and physically let's all work together to a real solution. Please come and  add your ideas, or  point out flaws in the Lord's epiphany with a solution to the flaw. The Lord said this is good and fair to all. 

No one spoke although the crowd murmured amongst themselves some thinking she was a religious fanatic. While others thought that there was merit in her words. A few thought this nun must have been crazy to come out here during a war and have a conversation on the cathedrals steps about warring rules not to mention it was bad timing. Yet, she had trust in the Lord God, as the Lord said this is good and fair to all.  

Suddenly a shot rang out as Sister Ivory Darkmore clutched at her throat. A scream that sounded more like gasping for air came from her lips as her body hit the stylized steps of the cathedral. Her body laid there limp and lifeless as blood pooled around her head. Some in the crowd ducked when they heard the shot, others sprinted for cover, had they been the target they would have been dead like the Sister whose body now laid on the cathedral's steps. Maybe she was shot by the opposing side of the current war, maybe she was shot by an atheist angry that she spoke God's word, or maybe it was the Devil's work.

Hours later her body had been prepared for the burial. Her casket was simple made of black ebony with silver handles. Her funeral was serene  feeling like cherubs were playing their harps. A few people had come and visited her lifeless body with kind words. After the viewing was over they carried her casket to the back of the cathedral to await her burial the next day in the cemetery behind the cathedral. 

As her body laid there in the casket an ethereal glow grew brighter and brighter as it surround her cold lifeless body.  The angel's voice musical as it softly spoke over the Sister's coffin.

"Your work is not done yet, dear Sister. Rise in the name of the  Lord God. From this day forward you will be known in the Heavens as Saint Darkmore, the Saint of Debauchery and Sin."

With the Lords words  spoken by one of his angelic messengers the ethereal glow that had formed around the Sisters body seemingly imploded on itself and the coffin became dark once more. Several moments later the coffin lid lifted and Sister Ivory Darkmore, aka the Saint of Debauchery and Sin climbed from the ebony box and went back home.