Followers

Sevina's interest in cults began when she was captured by the very people that tortured her. It wasn't exactly the same people she worked with now, otherwise she would have already skinned them and threw them onto a bed of salt. But they were close. They were useful to her to get closer to those who did unspeakable things to her. To achieve her goal, she had to be useful too, so that she may rise in the ranks and when she's reached the top, she would kick the house of cards down. One of doing so was infiltrating other cults, which she soon found to be more enjoyable the longer she did so. She absorbed every practice into the fibers of her being. And used those to get rid of the problematic cults that stood in her way, and also bring those mindless fools over to her side. It seems she would find another group here. She had recently been upping her campaign in indoctrinating civilians and criminals alike to gain friends in low places, simply so she could root herself in the city. One of the people she had under her thumb was distressed, and she could still feel it. She was a recent addition, and so the link between them was still fresh. It was easy to find them being cornered in an alley. From what it sounded like, the group that trapped her was trying to steal her away from Sevina's grasp, knowingly or not. Now, Sevina wasn't angry nor disappointed, in fact she seemed thrilled! She could bring them into the fold, finally people that seemed to know what they were doing. "Did I interrupt something?" Sevina said, stepping into the alley, her boots thudding.

Sevina's eyes narrowed slowly as two from the group went to confront her with their hands on their weapons. Little did they know that she had weapons of her own. They were tiny little knives but their blades could cut through a throat just as easily as a freshly shattered piece of glass could. She was robbed of her fun though when a higher-ranking goon moved up to her and greeted her warmly. "I just wanted to know what you had in mind for my friend. She's a pretty one, so I really didn't want her getting hurt. Of course, gentlemen like you wouldn't think of doing that, right?" There was a sultry playfulness in her voice that invoked a strange combination of threatening and flirting. Her stance was left open, either she was confident, or she was open to advances. She liked to goad people into thinking she wasn't ready to scramble. But anyone who had been in serious fights would know to not be reckless around people who seemed too calm.

"Is that so?" Sevina grinned widely, a sparkle of insanity glinting in her eyes. "Unfortunately, she is spoken for." She gave each of the grunts a passing glance to make eye contact as she tucked her hands into her pockets. All she needed was for them to look her in the eyes, even briefly so she could root her own influence on them. "Maybe we can talk. I want to hear what you were going to say to convince her. But for now, I want her by my side. She looks terrified, and fear speeds up aging." With a slight and sudden change in tone for the threatening. "Let her through, so I can console her."

She passed her eyes over the cultists with disdain, sensing the pause and the hostilities brewing. Insubordinates. Pathetic weaklings with wavering faith. One had the backbone to speak against the man who spoke to her, but there wasn't much left of him when the fine gentleman showed his true colors. While the laughter made the captive girl shaking and cowering, turning herself away and curling up, covering her ears and eyes as much as she could, Sevina had a smirk on her face. This person looked interesting to her. He could be a great tool for her. The woman in the cultist's hands struggled at first, still taken by fear, but all of a sudden, she'd run towards the much larger woman who was her savior this day. She sobbed and Sevina gently patted the girl's head until she stopped crying, which was almost immediately. Sevina uttered a phrase in a tongue not native to Earth and the other woman looked up and kissed her before walking off like nothing has happened. Now, with that girl gone, Sevina turned to the monster of a stranger she met. "You handled that well. Might have traumatized someone however."

"Cracking a few eggs might not be enough if your friends here think the way that poor soul did." She smirked and glanced at the other cultists, this time with a silent threat in her eyes. She didn't like having someone she had on her side be taken advantage of. And if she had her way, these people here would have their heads in each others' asses. "Call me Sevina. What I wanted to talk about is why these idiots here are cornering people in alleys. Because if its something profitable, I want my hand in the pot."