Lurks screeched with a shrill, rasping cry, shoving hard at Jeremy's weapon to little avail. "I will remember," the Famine promised, amidst the curses and clicks of a tongue older than most civilizations. "I will remember, and you will pay."

He dissipated, black shadows scattering to the winds with nary a hiss.

On this day, Jeremy had made himself an enemy.

Enoh Love