"Wouldn't dream of it." Ambrose shot back in response to Samantha, following her down the steps. Ambrose entered the room hesitantly, "Wow, this is full blown witchcraft..." He murmured to himself as he took in the props set up in the basement. He stood awkwardly off to the side, watching Samantha bend her boy toy to her will. God, he really hoped Ambrose didn't look that way around Caleb. He plopped down onto the cushion, blinking heavily as he forced himself to focus at the task on hand. 

"Thanks for the ringing endorsement," He muttered and rubbed his eyes, his eyebrows raised at Sam's next comment though. "Hah." He responded dryly, but quickly shut his mouth to listen carefully to the incantation. He mouth the words back to himself, committing it to memory. Ambrose nodded and leaned back on his hands, "So... Is there a specific reason why we're summoning a goddess of fertility? I don't plan on having children-" Ambrose stopped when he spotted the knife, the blade glinting harshly in the light. His eyes darted from Sam and Caleb. Then to the other two bystanders, both of which didn't seemed to disturbed by the development. Especially not Samantha's companion.

Ambrose fell silent as the knife was passed to each person. He watched Caleb hesitate, but even he still gave in. So when the knife was pushed into his hands, Ambrose didn't say a word of protest. "Fuck." He hissed as he pressed the blade into his skin, accidentally nicking it too deeply. Blood splurted from his palm, pouring into the chalice before Ambrose jerked his hand back and gripped his wound tightly. "Shit. Sorry." Ambrose passed the chalice back to Samantha and waited for her instruction.

The five of them chanted in unison, a chilling harmony rose in their voices as they completed the incantation. Then the lights flashed violently, and the atmosphere grew heavy. As if a weight was weighing heavily on their chests, pushing down. Ambrose nearly gasped out at the energy that burst through the room. But as soon as it had started, it had suddenly stopped. He heard faintly Caleb calling to him, but Ambrose was more concerned why an eerie silence had taken a hold of the house. The murmur of the crowd and the pounding of the music had stopped suddenly.

Ambrose let himself be pulled along by Caleb, clutching his wounded hand to his chest as he was led up to the main room. A chill was sent down his spine before he even rounded the corner with Caleb. "What happened..." Ambrose choked as he registered the bloodied scene before him. His knees gave out as he took the red soaked walls and the mangled corpses littering the floor. Bile rose up and burned his throat, unable to hold back, Ambrose heaved onto the tile. "Oh god, oh god." Was all he managed out, and was only vaguely aware of Caleb comforting Alex. Tears blurred his vision but he cast a accusatory glare up at Samantha, "What the fuck kind of spell did you make us do?" He spat out.

But then Caleb rushed to his side, speaking to him softly. Ambrose shook his head, and wiped his eyes. Before he knew it, he was back in Caleb's room. Safe. It was then he started to shake and choke back a sob.