Nihilism | Nils Fredricksen (

Trying not to smirk, Nihilism took the last drag off his cigarette, flicking it over the edge of the building. "Our host invited me," he answered, other hand sliding into his pocket. "But try not to hold that against me. I can assure you that his behavior at the moment is no reflection on mine. I have more discretion, as it were." Or, at least he thought he did.

"I was as well," he said, wondering why there weren't more people here, that there wasn't more he could toy with. "But I suppose, what with angels dropping so regularly it's old news these days." He paused and cocked his head to the side, staring at the man. "So, what have you had your hands in recently? I've been a little out of loop."

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