Your a Cultist

You sit in your room. Its a run down shack but it will do what is needed for your Dark deeds. You sit there naked in front of a wall with strange symbols written in blood, papers of old text and the scribings of the depraved and mad scattered about the room.

"Soon I’ll have what I need"

Your hand glowed a feint red. It took you years to get these dark tomes and exotic Books. People thought you were mad. You were hunted for digging up graves and stealing items from museum and churches. You were currently hunted. But they will pay, SOON they will pay. The darkness had begun seeping into your pours. Your very being was changing. You could feel the madness coming and you loved it.

You start the ritual to bring about the dark Entitie(s) you worship!