He turned to walk away--no point wasting time in some antique shop--and collided with a woman in a tight-fitting shirt. They stumbled apart but neither fell. Her long blonde hair rippled behind her and her face was caught in an expression of annoyance and embarrassment before she saw Jeremiah and smiled a set of gloriously white teeth.
The woman looked so much like her--but which her?--that Jeremiah even said, “Hi,” before the illusion collapsed and his smile faltered.
“Sorry,” the woman said. Her pencil eyebrows were crooked, her nose bloated at the tip. A faint coffee stain marred those white teeth.
Jeremiah tried to summon the best smile he could but found no words to speak. The woman hesitated, perhaps wondering if this accidental collision might one day be the funny story they shared when people asked, How did you two meet?, but her own illusion crumbled quickly and she pushed back into the flow of determined walkers.
Jeremiah looked back at the display window. Jesus had not raised his head. Jeremiah knew the feeling.
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Jeremiah Rivers: Demons Inside and Out
HorrorJeremiah Rivers was only ten years old when he saw his first demon. And from then on, his life would never be the same. This is the beginning of his tale, of the man who would become Jeremiah Rivers: Demon Hunter.
