Purity. Our strength is in our purity. When one stands with the Malevolent, one knows she is in the company of those unwilling to compromise the strength of darkness.

Our blood is pure: we are of the races chosen by the dark deities, and no others.

Our path is pure: those who stroll in the twilight, flitting at the edge of the day are at best pawns for the true darkness. They are not to be found among us.

Our intentions are pure: hatred, fear, death and disease, these are our ideals. The strong shall master them, the weak be mastered by them.

No mere shadows do we seek to cast. Any traitor can turn the white to grey. The blackest of night is what all the world shall be cloaked in when our work is done. Our banner is unfurled, and every last light shall be extinguished.

Long live the darkness!