Who walk in the shadow, eschewing the light? Who seek the corruption of innocents? Who milk despair from the teat of the Just?

The Servitors of Tragedy. But we do more than that, too. We are the Servitors of Tragedy and we will walk in the burning light of day for our Master. We will placate and comfort if it be His will. We do the bidding of Ba'al, will lay down our lives to further his ends. We are His hands and voice, without us, without our desire to serve, He is maimed. Cut one down and two more rise ready to take its place. You cannot defeat us, for you adore us.

Whispers in the night, promises, hopes and dreams, we offer these to you. We gently corrupt that which you hold dearest and in so doing, we take you, too. And you come willingly, for we are your lovers, your husbands and wives, your friends and family. We hold you and stroke your hair when you are afraid, even though it is we you should fear most of all. We are the Baali.