THE APOCALYPTIC IMPERIUM - BOOK 1 (PROMETHEUS)

Location: -Imperial Navy Cruiser Hyper Stellar
                -Shuttle Hangar Bay 2

Sister Superior Myra Polemis, Chief Assassin of the shadowy group, The Black Widows of the Sisterhood of Mystics, looked out from her one way porthole in her quarters in the Sisterhood's Ambassadorial Shuttle.  The reflection on the porthole revealed a lady with bluish-emerald eyes, reddish-orange locks and flawless skin peering out into space in quiet contemplation.  Dressed in a figure hugging emerald green jumpsuit and a bejeweled spider pendant around her exquisitely long neck, Myra was the epitome of regal beauty.  The smooth and sleek looking Cruiser of the Imperial Navy, the Hyper Stellar blocked the whole porthole view as they banked toward the Hull Hangar Bay A.  She closed her emerald green eyes.  She felt him long before the shuttle reached the Hyper Stellar.  Her heart pounded like a young maiden en route to a secret rendezvous with her handsome suitor.

My body and soul belongs to you Supreme Lord, but my heart belongs to him and him alone, she reflected defiantly.  

She lost her heart to him on the first day she met him, albeit while under official Imperial Duties.  They never spoke of how they felt.  Neither had they ever held each other in sweet embrace.  They never needed to even rely on their extrasensory perceptions.  They could see it in each other's eyes.  They exuded genuine warmth and love shared only between caring couples.  She craved to see and feel such honest, loving warmth again after having had to deal with so much death, deception and decadence.

Especially after my last assignment with the Preacher, she shuddered at the thought.

Her reverie was broken by the metallic-echoed pilot's voice through the shiny chrome VOCX, vocal inter-communication box, indicating that they had landed.  She stood up from her seat and shrouded herself in her deep olive green velvet long cloak with gold thread border and embroidered with intricate hellfire crystals.  Myra then strode toward her personal locker, with genetic code scanning security lock, to remove the ornately gold encased Senatorial Edict.  She paused and gazed at the edict for just a few seconds longer before hiding it within the left sleeve of her robe.  

Let the charade begin, she thought grimly as she pulled her hood on… leaving only her generous lips and petit nose slightly exposed.

- EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 2 - SISTERHOOD