The full moon hung over the city, the pallid guardian showing neither conscience nor malice as it watched feral shadows stalk the streets. Remorseless, as it watched those shadows shed blood in it's name. Untouched, by the waning breath of those at death's door.

 [i] How could an immortal be so cruel?[/i] One might ask. Perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps it's heart has simply has long died, sometime during mankind's eternal swan-song of violence.