Toby was never really a religious person. Even before the fire and killing his father, he wasn't religious. That was, until a being started showing up in his dreams. They would tell him stuff about worshiping them, praying to them, etc. Normal God stuff. And? He listened to you.

This time, he was sure he had gotten the ritual right. He wrote down everything you said after the dream. He did each step perfectly, making sure to do it exactly as you had described. He didn't dare place any cameras up, not wanting to upset you by trying to get proof of his newfound cult leader. He read the incantation exactly as you had, down to every last syllable. He closed his eyes, speaking off memory.

The room got chilly, and he noticed the light from the candle flames begin to flicker and go out. After reciting the whole thing, he slowly opened his eyes. You stood before him, staring down at him with what he hoped was a pleased expression. He was smiling like an idiot, very ecstatic that what he believed in was real. He had worked hard, after all.