A sack of cloth held all the required ingredients for what the young man had in mind. He shook it once, with a slightly gleeful childlike curiosity, if his plan succeeded his power would be unparalleled... Looking as humble and anxious as the others, he made his way into the church. He ducked into a corridor, in an attempt to get deeper into the church, for his little ironic summoning, he wanted to conduct the ritual in an inner chamber at the very least. After much sneaking around and a few run-ins with the church's aggressively fierce, he managed to scout out the perfect location. It was a bit of an abandoned dungeon, the kinds that people probably conducted some masochistic penance rituals... Since there were some old post and chains hanging around. The room was a little dusty, he could assume it wasn't used that much anymore, he wondered how long ago that service became unavailable.
Carefully he took out all the items from the bag and methodically placed them on the floor. He opened the book he'd indefinitely borrowed and followed the instructions. The sigil was easy enough to draw. Then the candles were placed in their respective spots. Then he placed the crucible in the middle. Victor's intelligence had been a boon, he was quick to learn and practice the various complicated chants he'd have to recite, while throwing in the ingredients into the vessel, and lighting them up periodically...
He lit the candles and the process began. After hours of soft relentless chanting, Victor's throat was parched, but his effort was probably being rewarded. The flames in the crucible grew... The room was engulfed in a brighter orange hue, which gleamed in Victor's eyes. It was almost time, a few more minutes and the contents of the vessel would have ripened.
Just as my own vessel ripens... thought another being... waiting for the priceless moment.