[h3][center][color=gray]Daithi Akasuki[/color][/center][/h3]

Daithi wasn't exactly catching on with what the captive was saying. There were saying something about having some sort of Lord. It reminds him of how humans believe about God and Him taking them to paradise. It was eerily similar, though from context - they sound like there were more merciless, a lot more violent and a lot less forgiving. He crossed his arms and leaned near the wall. He inwardly sighed when the one who was blabbering was quieted down by his companion. He thought that they could gain more information without saying anything but it seems not. Well, that was unfortunate. Truly. However, James seemed to have it under control though.

He moved to make some coffee since it wasn't really too far. He needed something to drink. While it was still brewing, he looked back at the captive cultists and listened to James as he questioned them. [color=gray]"They seem more like cultists from your choices. From how they were referring to their Lord earlier, it sounds like that."[/color] He pointed out. He grew silent as he began rifling through his memories of his life before falling. Perhaps he's heard of this cult from somewhere. However, nothing was appearing. This was odd. Considering that their fight was with a priest, he, as an angel, should have known about it. But he didn't. 

[color=gray]"What is the name of your so-called Lord?"[/color]