37 He spat on the book.

Says:

He spat on the book. The book spat back, and at this point he knew this was definitely the right one. He had been seeking this cursed book for over three years and now it was in his grasp. He smiled as he caressed the spine before cracking it open.

He flipped through the pages and found nothing. All blank. He turned to the inside of the front cover and found something scrawled in Latin. He ran his fingers over it and realized what he must do.

He took out his knife and stabbed it into his chest. He dropped the book and fell to the floor hunched over it as blood poured onto the pages. Letters began to appear on the pages, inked in crimson. He began to read aloud the first line, and as he did his chest began to glow. As he continued, the gapping wound sealed shut, leaving nothing but a sliver of a scar running over where his heart lay.

He picked up the book and began to walk out. They didn’t stand a chance anymore, not with the devil on his side.