I really like your descriptive style @flyyingkiwi

A puff of disintegrating fabric as a hole appeared in Cornelius’s chest. This time the fountain of blood did not follow. Cornelius merely smiled, not even looking down to glance at the neat hole in the breast pocket of his shirt. ‘Fire again if you wish. We will have our meeting all the same.’

and this part caught me off guard as I thought it was going to be more of a thriller style when I first started reading. I also liked the way you described the suicide:

She felt the bone splinters from the back of her throat drive into her teeth, tasted metal, then she was on the ground. Dimly she felt the floor shake as something entered the room. A smell of rot and decay, then a broken voice choking over the alien sounds. ‘Only you priest? Very well.’ Her last thought was a feeling of peace at Cornelius’s agonised screams. Then nothing more.

and the way you left the reader to paint a picture of what was coming next. Great story ending :-)