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The Eighth Day: Saints of the Shadows

By S.L. James

By S.L. JamesPublished 8 months ago 4 min read

Not all saints are loud. Some are stitched, buried, sketched, whispered into being. These are the ones who carried the gospel when no one else could.

This is Post 3 of The Eighth Day series. RECAP: The Holy Trinity: Séraphin (the Mind), Camille (the Body), and Vaillant (the Machine), but this revolution is built on more than fire and fury. It is built on whispers, margins, and the bodies in the back pews.

These are the saints who hold the foundation, often unthanked, often unnamed, but never forgotten.

Sister Marceline | Age: 64 | Pronouns: She/Her

There are prayers you whisper. And then there are the ones you bury so deep, even God forgets how to find them.

A convent nurse who once assisted in surgeries. She helped Camille escape the hospital as a teenager. Marceline is a fractured spirit—haunted, devout, and driven by guilt. She walks with a limp from punishment endured and leaves unsigned offerings: a morphine vial here, a name in a ledger there. Her rebellion is made of quiet mercy.

Archetype: The Repentant.

Symbol: Rosary in one hand, morphine in the other.

Maurice "Moss" | Age: 17 | Pronouns: They/Them

They said I was too many things to be real. So I became the thing they couldn’t erase.

A runaway who becomes Camille’s apprentice and a lifeline between safe houses. Moss carries tracts in crates, names in their pocket, and fear in their lungs. They help rebuild the press after a raid and stitch their chosen name into a tattered coat. That act, simple, defiant, makes them the future Séraphin and Camille fight for.

Archetype: The Unnamed.

Symbol: Stitched name tag with frayed letters.

Father Lucien Verdon | Age: 61 | Pronouns: He/Him

Every library has a ghost. I chose to be one.

A Church archivist who walks in shadows. He supplies Séraphin with original baptism records and redacted theology texts. Verdon speaks in riddles and footnotes. He appears once, just once, to hand off a book in the rain. The pages he annotates are gospel to those who know how to read between the lines.

Archetype: The Watcher.

Symbol: Broken spectacles and ash-marked margins.

Ruth | Age: 32 | (Cisgender) Pronouns: She/Her | & Maël | Age: 38 | (Intersex) Pronouns: He/They

Maël: They searched our house for fire. They didn’t realize it was in the soup, the stitch, the silence.

Hidden within Madame Duprès’s bathhouse, they live in love and fear. Ruth is blind in one eye but sews with surgical precision. Maël has a gentle voice and laughter that betrays deep worry. They offer Séraphin shelter during his breakdown, and hand Moss a stitched name patch. Their queerness isn’t a spectacle. It’s survival.

Archetype: The Hearth.

Symbol: A patchwork quilt hiding flame beneath.

Hugo Renault | Age: 42 | Pronouns: He/Him

Some names are too holy to burn. So I bury them where no priest will think to look.

Broad-shouldered and rhyming in grief, Hugo hums hymns as he digs. He fakes Camille’s death with an empty grave and hides messages beneath headstones. His gentleness is grotesquely reimagined. His kindness is dirt-deep.

Archetype: The Burier.

Symbol: Shovel, song, and secret coffins.

Celeste Marais | Age: 28 | Pronouns: She/They

They couldn’t silence me. They only changed the shape of my voice.

A survivor of Dr. Vaillant’s scalpel. Celeste lives in hiding, wrapping her throat in scarves and her soul in sketches. Her art bleeds with memory: saints on fire, bodies carrying seeds, pain rendered holy. She gifts Séraphin a drawing that says what words cannot.

Archetype: The Archivist of Pain.

Symbol: Charcoal-stained fingers and blood-orange sketchbooks.

Mrs. Jeanne Lemoine | Age: 58 | Pronouns: She/Her

I do not mourn the dead. I remember them correctly.

Stoic and elegant, she always carries lilies and wears mourning like armor. Jeanne Lemoine attends funerals she wasn’t invited to and tends a garden where a single red rose blooms in defiance. She shares a bench with Camille in silence. That silence says everything.

Archetype: The Sentinel.

Symbol: A single rose planted in ash.

Father Emeric Marceau | Age: 67 | Pronouns: He/Him

Truth should be printed, not preached.

Once a monk, Emeric took a vow of silence after sheltering a transgender novice and being silenced by the Church. He now runs the underground press beneath the ruined monastery. Deaf in one ear, he writes more than he speaks and smells of ink and soot. He gives Séraphin and Camille sanctuary and ultimately sacrifices himself to protect them.

Archetype: The Silent Martyr.

Symbol: Lantern of ash, robes patched in ink and wax.

Madame Bérénice Duprès | Age: 53 | Pronouns: She/Her

You want to live? Then let grief teach you how to bury without dying.

Intersex and unstoppable, Duprès owns both a bathhouse and a funeral home, disguising sanctuary in death and desire. She sheltered Camille since birth, coded messages in obituaries, and burned her own ledgers to protect those inside. Her grief is ritual, her silence feral.

Archetype: The Mother of Rebirth.

Symbol: Gold rings and a wax-sealed ledger.

Elias Toussaint | Age: 41 | Pronouns: He/Him

I believed in the cause. I just didn’t believe it would forgive me.

An intersex scholar passing as a cisgender man, Elias once worked in Camille’s network until fear drove him away. Under pressure, he betrays the monastery’s location, forcing the press to scatter. Guilt consumes him, but in the end, he smuggles a final tract across the border, trying to turn betrayal into salvation.

Archetype: The Penitent Traitor.

Symbol: Cracked spectacles and torn tract pages.

Next Post (4 — Final):

Drafts from the Crypt: Selections from Séraphin’s banned treatises. Fragments of Camille’s ledgers. Torn records that whisper truths no pulpit dare speak.

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About the Creator

S.L. James

S.L. James | Trans man (He/Him/His) | Storyteller of survival, sorrow, resilience. I write with ghost-ink, carving stories from breath, scars, and the spaces the world tries to erase.

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  • Trent Crigler8 months ago

    This series is really captivating. It makes you think about the different ways people can be saints, not just the obvious ones. Like Sister Marceline, her quiet mercy is powerful. And Moss, turning their identity into something unerasable. It makes me wonder how many unsung heroes are out there, doing important work in the shadows like Father Lucien Verdon. What do you think makes a person a saint in these less obvious ways?

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