[h1]Nidhogg[/h1]

"Well then, good thing I brought goodies with me, or I'd feel woefully unprepared for such celebrations." A voice called from the door, only for it to be kicked down rather suddenly, the door going flying across the room as Nidhogg walked into the room, a basket of sweets and treats held under one of his arms, only slightly speckled with the blood of it's previous owner, who was currently digesting in his stomach. He gave a smile and a wave to those inside before he set the basket down, picking up a cupcake and taking a bite, chewing it a bit before swallowing with a dissatisfied grimace upon his face."Much, much too sweet for me, sadly, but I'm sure that you all will enjoy them, even if it's a bot early for such treats."

While Nidhogg's arrival was probably shocking enough, his attire, or better yet, his lack there off, would be much more so. He hadn't changed his clothes from the other day, and the burnt rags that he had left where in barely concealing rags, leaving him basically naked except for a bastardized loincloth that kept him semi-decent . . . from the front. While it would've been easy o get some new clothes from a victim, he found the looks people developed on their faces to be rather entertaining today, and decided to walk around like this for the day. His guild mark was covered, of course, by a layer of second skin that he wrapped around his lower torso and was currently in the process of picking of and tossing into his mouth like little gummy candies, chewing them throughly before swallowing the dead flesh with a lick of his lips. The Lich would take a seat on the bed next to Manami, giving her a deceptively pleasant smile that didn't even come close to reaching his eyes.

"Please, don't ever come between me and my prey again. If you really wanted something from the boy, I would've gladly given it to  Georgie. Not for free, of course, but she still would've gotten it. Besides, I;m not completely convinced he actually did given into you. Seemed to give up rather easily for what I can only guess was a powerful grimoire, but hey, just a hunch." Nidhogg gave the Water Saint a mocking pat on the head, smile still plastered on his face as he did so. "But hey, I'm over it for now, and to make matters even better, I may even be willing to be cooperative today, given how I got to meet an interesting fellow the other day. I also heard that someone got into a scuffle with a Slayer while I was away. Too bad I couldn't have joined you, but I was busy getting a meal."

Nidhogg ignored the other two for now, knowing that Maxie would come to him soon enough, like the annoying little lapdog. Maxie was truly quite the annoyance, the only redeeming quality of him being that he was likely to taste quite delicious once he finally kicks the bucket, once he's been given the time to properly ripen, of course. The thought was so tantalizing that Nidhogg couldn't help but lick his lips in a slow, predatory fashion, his red eyes glazing over as he imagined not only eating the man's dead flesh, but also the moment where he killed him, all the ways he would love torture him, and so on and so forth, likely getting lost in his own world and ignoring any words that the others would've said to him.

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