Aspect crawled out of the water, shifting her scaled hide to one of thick dark fur. The large bear rolled back her upper lip to expose her long white fangs that hooked down her jaw. She was massive. Her arched shoulders were higher than Sybille's head. A paw, if spread wide, could cover Solomon's chest. She flexed her large jaws and shook her head, adjusting to the new form. "Let us destroy this place, so that no man or woman can ever resurrect it again."

She rushed forward, outrunning both the man and the woman in her pursuit of the cultists. She would leave the people to the couple, she just desired to destroy the material objects. Her charge forward scattered the individuals praying in the dark room and she dropped her shoulder into one of the stone altars. It crashed to the ground, sending shards of rock flying and the corpse on top fell off. She lunged at it, first using her jaws to twist the skin and then her claws to physically rip the dusty remains apart. She looked over at the couple as they pursued the escaping people, appearing to suck the life out of them. They reminded her of vampires she had heard legends about. She didn't believe them, but now she was starting to see where the storytellers of old had gotten the original idea.

She reared up on her hind legs, towering over the screaming people, and then slamming her forepaws into another altar. The rock crumbled and she shredded the corpse on top with her claws, dried skin and wrinkled organs dissolved under her mighty paws. What ever gods these were, they were lowly and incapable of resurrecting themselves without their followers assistance. How pathetic and weak they were. The bear turned around, throwing a man aside with a paw, not caring if she left gashes in his side or not. He needed to get out of the way and she heard a splash as he was thrown into one of the large pits of blood. 

She continued to lunge at the various altars around the room, first destroying the stone and then the body on top. Rubble flew around the room and dust made it difficult to see after a while. She raked a paw over a shelf, sending candles, incense, and tapestries flying. One of the candles ignited the tapestry on the ground and she saw it snake around the room as it caught onto the dark curtains. They wouldn't have much time left before they'd have to leave.

Nihr and Ramla took a step back when Aspect shifted into a new and larger form. Fascinated they stared at her bear form and smiled while the cultists continued their chants, unaware of their presence. Agreeing to her plan to destroying this place, the Eldritch turned around with the torch and grinned maliciously at his prey. Ramla dropped her fur coat to the floor and rolled her shoulders, and turned her neck sideways to getting any kinks out and stretching herself.

Aspect went ahead, smashing any piece of furniture, sacrificial stone, and any dusty remains. She was serious when she said she wanted to make sure that this room would be unusable for anyone in the future. The Eldritch' eyes began to glow purple more vibrantly, pupils and whites merging into a single color. Their eyes almost seemed to have a chrome finish to it.

The bone structure of their faces began to vaguely transform. Noses seemed to collapse, faces became more elongated. A clear line, almost a crack in their skin formed from ear to ear, and where ones were teeth now were needle-like fangs with jaws that could dislocate to accommodate the feeding. This was no full transformation however, merely cracks in the human suit they wore…

Nihr threw the torch at one of the preaching priests, the flames catching his robe on fire as the man was caught by surprise. Fear, hatred, that determination to bring their Old Gods back, to have their dark desires finally fulfilled. They could taste it in the air, that darkness in their hearts, their souls….and it was delicious. They swooped in for the kill, draining the cultists of the darkness that resides in them before rending them apart. It wasn't long before the flames began to spread and it was time for them to leave. 

Rearranging their bone structure the took upon their human forms again, their eyes being their normal purple selves again. Ramla picked up her fur coat again and slipped through the tunnels with the others before the guards could come. There was nothing left in the catacombs when they resurfaced. Ramla and Nihr stayed in the shadows of the alleyways, seeing how they're covered in blood. And for nobles…that's a no-no.