Karl Kroenen was in the room, leaning and watching as Rasputin started chanting some latin words. In the middle of the room was hostage a man, as sacrifice for the ritual.

And you were the demon Rasputin was calling for.

"Te vocamus, magister interitus et luxuriae!" Rasputin chanted in his Russian accent, before all the candles went out. Kroenen had his blades ready, in any case.