Burnt Offerings

Untold aeons ago, in the bowels of the underworld, dwelt the forgotten few. Almighty Titans banished to the seething the pits of Tartarus, biding their time, willing their shackles to weaken, lusting to be free upon the earth...
 
For countless centuries now their power has been felt, manifest in the hearts of the wicked and the weak. Their vile influence first spread into a seemingly gentle and harmless yeti, who was reborn the Doctor and brewed Ravenous Medicine. In time, she found the perfect apprentice, a young man of great potential...
 
It was he who discovered the means to let loose the Titans of old, and thus he too fell under their yoke. It was he who was blessed and damned to eternal servitude, in recognition for his deed. It was he who begat the weekly ritual. The Offerings.

Eternity is a plaything to those elder powers, but in time their attentions weigh upon their subjects. He who was known to men as Cecil was forced to pass his task to another. Literally just the next person to pass by. Thus the ineffable duty of obeisance to the Titans finally befell a flatulent Spacepirate, who violently usurped the ritual and now wears his predecessor's scrotum as a codpiece. It's a bit confusing but to the point.

These are now his Burnt Offerings.