Aradia was stunned silent as she watched the woman’s body crumple to the floor.  She was not only scared by the hideous sight but also perplexed. The thousand-mile-unblinking-stares of the cult members, their bright unfitting smiles and the silence of the church gave the whole place an eerie chill that could never be described with words.


The still silence continued for much longer. Aradia's eyes shifting from the corpse to her teammates then back to the corpse and just going on like this for a while as if time itself was stuck in an infinite loop. Finally, something did happen, nothing good, though. 


The red tentacles bursting from every opening of the corpse was enough to snap Aradia out of whatever trance she was in. All that guilt and sadness was washed away as she reached down to pull the knife from the monster's head. Her survival came first, so there was no time to mourn these lost souls.


She turned, flinging her weapons blindly at any freak who decided to attack. Her bewitched blade slicing through their flesh and bone like a knife through butter, but a really efficient butterknife wouldn't be enough to fight the incoming hordes. She grasped the blade tightly as she drove it through another head, feeling the power sing to her. Aradia somehow found time to focus, feeling the faint and flickering life force of all the monsters around her. She shut her eyes, diving towards protection behind her coworkers as she chanted lightly. Archaic languages flew off her lips in quick succession as the energy within her swirled  and opened up, draining what little life these monstrosities had. Granted, her power was diminished seeing as she's concentrating on draining the life of an entire group not a single entity, but she hoped it'll buy them some time. 


As her spell took effect, she started to slowly fumble towards escape, following one of her coworkers who had cleverly spotted a door leading out, she grabbed anyone lagging behind, tugging them closer. She wanted everyone out of here. Alive.