All he had to do was read them aloud and speak the names of the old gods, and he would be granted immortality and mastery over all. His eyes roved over the text, and he began to read

Suddenly, the world exploded into agony. Victor screamed as his flesh seared away, his mind shredded by unfathomable horror. Through the pain, he dimly perceived the corpse of Silas Grimbold rising from the tomb, lipless jaws grinning a terrible smile.

The Ritual of the Devouring God was no ritual. It was a prison. A trap. And Victor was now its unwitting key, a conduit for the evil to enter the world.