I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your words.
--- Psalm 119:147
My eyes were open and I was alone- without GOD, without man, without love or mercy. I had ceased to be anything but ashes, yet I felt myself to be stronger than the ALMIGHTY. I stood amid a praying congregation, and I was observing it like a stranger.
--- Elie Weisel
INT. MORGUE (HANSS OFFICE) - NIGHT
There is the body of a man lying on a slab. A hand comes down with a scalpel, and cuts a satanic pentagram in the temple, with a line tracing down to the jugular. The hand has a Sigil of Lucifer cut into the palm.
The hand gets a pan, and puts it on a table next to the slab. It squeezes the flesh around the wound. Blood wells up, and it drips into the pan.
The man holding it groans slightly in excitement.
The bottom of the pan is filled with blood. The MAN lets go of the wound. He picks up the pan, and pours the blood into a shot-glass also with a Sigil on it.