Description War is a cause and blood is the ink used to write the markings on the wall.
Blood spills on both sides - those who are innocent and our enemies as well.
There will be casualties determined by providence, leaving us unable to choose who stays and who goes.
We live by a set of rules and principles that not only govern our longevity in the underworld, but shapes who we are as a player in the game of chances.
Death is synonymous with the culture we live in; blood is only repaid in blood.
We are Penumbras, mere fractions of a shadow.
But when united, we become one full and complete shadow, absorbing the magical and spiritual strength emulated by a total eclipse.
And when Penumbras die, they become the Blood of my Shadow.
-Mona Moore, Prsident of the Sheridan Syndicate.