[i]Present Time[/i]

There were plenty of cults that Samael had in her lifetime, certainly. 

"Cults? Hmm, there were indeed many. They've been a very good source of souls in the past centuries, all their sacrifices, all their dedicated bloodshed, mmm~. I do whatever their wishes within my reach are, but in the end, it's just grass for the cattle! The-"

Samael noticed the sudden switch of music, to which she turned her head towards the stage for a moment in light surprise, before returning her gaze to Revan.

"Uh, the true cult i recognize is my very own army of undead, but they've been wiped recently by the gods. It's sad, really. But it's the superiors' orders.

Do you have anyone you consider higher than you?~"

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[i]Sariel was watching.[/i]

The woman, somewhere in the distance of the two and dancing by herself, became highly observant to her suspicious companion, and also to a familiar face that was just in front of said companion. How the hell did Revan be on the same place as they were? Most importantly, [i]what the fuck are they doing?[/i] Are they going intimate? Utter disbelief ensues. Sariel wishes to cockblock right now, but it's against [i]her own personal[/i] ideals to do so.

[i]Jesus! Buddha! Mohammed! Zoroaster![/i] she exclaimed in her thoughts. [i]That's some real nasty development going on! I'm not sure! Maybe let them head to the glorious home run, sure, but it's disgusting to even think of it! What if Revan's pull-out game's atrocious? And think of the child![/i]

Outside, even as Sariel tried to hold it in, one could clearly see some disgust, fear and conflict well up from her thoughts and outward. Her brows furrowed upward in confusion, a side of her lip raised in shock, and her head nodded left and right dreadfully. Still, she kept her dancing motions unfazed by these thoughts, but she appears to be a little odd with that face while motioning her limbs to the tunes.