Clasping his hands around his cross with his forehead pressed against them, Vilhelm continued to pray quietly surrounded by more candles than one could count. "Praise me for my sins…", he whispered to end his quiet beseechments, and he lowered the cross opening his eyes. This was how he began all saints day every year, a ritualistic way to relieve himself of the burden of locking away his obsession.
He rose to his...