Blood on My Shadow: The Rise and Fall of the Syndicate

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