"We are the Servitors of Tragedy, we live to die for our master Ba'al. We are the hands of Ba'al. Cut one hand off, and two more grow ready to take its place. You cannot hope to defeat us; we grow stronger everyday. You do know, at least, that we exist. We are among you as a brother, a friend, or even a lover. We gently corrupt that which you think is holy. We are the whispers that you hear in the wind; you obey us without conscience. We are the shadows in the light ever so eager to please only to betray you when you are your most weakest. We are the Baali."

Pledge of the Servitors of Tragedy