At the best of times, Jeremiah could be described as a vengeful man.
In the worst of times, one could call him a monster. The reality, though, was that he was a monster hunter. Or that’s how he liked to style himself. In a world of creatures that went bump in the night, few fought for humanity. Fewer still put humanity first. Fighting with sword, blade, or word, their numbers were insufficient. Those who did did so from places and situations that the world didn’t appreciate or condone. That they’d actively disavow and ignore. Unfortunately, for those who fought such a battle, those who stared into the abyss long enough, it most certainly did indeed stare back. Stare back and set roots deep within. Jeremiah is about to experience when even the abyss is revealed to be nothing at all, and discovers his own truth. Even if it’s a lie.
