Your skin prickles with the paranoia of being watched. The reason for your paranoia was Voltaire, watching from his domain in the shadows as you passed by and he quietly mutters. “They stay in the light, they must not go into the darkness.”

If you had crossed the veil to the deep shadows of his domain, little would stop him from interfering with your mortal life - the thing that had silenced him for so long, kept him only watching as his very being craved your light.