The herald of horrors, the abomination that haunts all the Aurbis, Bal fills all hearts with fear not through power or influence (though he has both in spades), but because he is the black rot known by even the most noble. The bitterness that turns warm hearts cold, the shame that turns sympathy into malignant indifference, he is the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men cruel.

Molag feels few emotions other than hatred; raw, unbridled indignation at reality itself, with the only cure being to take and remake in his own image all that is. He is the spirit of mass murder, of brutal torture, of every sadistic urge mankind is capable of.

Make no mistake, Bal is not frightening because he hides in shadow. Bal is frightening because deep down, within us all, there lives a small part of us that wants to give in to his instinct. The true fear lies when we find ourselves in the crucible of conflict and our character is called into question, that we may find ourselves hearing his call.