“This final holder,” Jeffery saw a look on the man’s face he had never seen before. It was a mixture of horror, anger, and revulsion. “Is quite possibly, right now, the most powerful person in existence. His very presence in this world, even without his sphere, would shake the foundations of reality. His mist is permanently tinted red from the blood of his victims. As he is not of this plane of existence, he travels freely through our world. Well, not through our world, exactly. Or, maybe, that’s exactly it. He travels through our world. He is without matter. He passes through solid rock as you or I would move through empty space.” The man paused. He then remembered something that happened quite some time ago.

“To sustain himself in that plane for such lengths of time,” the man began, “he must kill , and strip his victims of their spirits. I have seen it done once, in front of my very eyes. It is a terrifying thing to see, and I hope you never witness it. The horrible images still haunt my dreams..”