A scene from Noir

Though the ages come and go, the world of man does not change. The lands overflow with grief and men commit wicked deed upon wicked deed. And as for heaven, heaven maintains its silence. But someone must bear the sins...someone...must bear the sins. Amongst the Soldats of old, the legend of two maidens began. Two maidens who served God, yet dared to take up their swords...whose valor was greater than that of thousands of knights. Blessed with the mercifulness of the Holy Mother, and the Grim Reaper's heart of stone. Two maidens whose black hands played attendant to the Soldats' highest priest, two maidens whose name was Noir.