The coloured version.

...the wolfish cadaver laid besides the black, marble pentacle in-ground into the floor of the black chamber, in the highest tower of the Ch�teau de Crimeu. In his lifeless eyes a terrible scene is reflecting;
Olivier de Crimeu, robber baron and free-time magician, is standing in the middle of the pentacle. In his uncovered left hand he's holding a silver chalice ornamented with unholy symbols. The "Wolf of Crimeu" licks his chops. "It's time for being the wolf again", he mumbles. Without any trouble he'll be able to spy on the plans of the Lyon magistrate.
With fear in his heart he's screaming words which never should be even whispered, forming symbols which never should be formed. Then he's downing the mixture in the mug.
And the transformation begins...

I know I'm sick. `_`