"I told you not to call me that ever again," she hissed, her green eyes darkening ominously.
"Nihil."
A faint smile graced Nihil's luminous face.
"Cleenah, Jophiel—mere titles, but Harivel, that is your true essence. You cannot simply discard it," Nihil said.
Cleenah's eyes remained devoid of emotion as they locked onto Nihil, her own smile a mere mask. "Did you hear me, Nihil?" She asked, her voice as cold as her gaze. "You're a nuisance. Leave my space."
"I only wish to converse with you, Harivel," Nihil replied.
"I'm not interested. Leave," Cleenah repeated.
Nihil dismissed her command, turning his attention to the projection before them.
