Two young students walking by caught her eye. They had a freshman look about them, one a rather plain brunette and the other a pretty little blonde with a very naïve, innocent look about her. The kind of first-year student that brought the upper class predatory boys out in droves. Moving behind the same bush where she had dropped the DU amulet, she hid most of herself while reaching one long arm out, her taloned hand dipping down toward the approaching blonde. The razor tips of her fingers folded back till just the index finger talon was poised over the girl’s exposed neck as she walked by.

Lightning fast, she pricked the girl’s skin, pulling her arm back too fast for merely human eyes to see, as the contact disrupted her cloaking.

“Ow!” the blonde said, rubbing her needled neck. “Something just effing bit me,” she said to her friend, looking around for the offending insect.

With no bug in sight, the girls continued down the path as a new transformation took place behind the bush. Fifteen seconds later, an exact duplicate of the little blonde girl stepped out onto the path, this version entirely naked and guaranteed to gain male attention, except not a single eye looked her way. With a quick look around for those dreadful silver flying machine balls or a pesky fallen angel, she darted inside the student center. Eyes slid right over her nude form and she carefully but quickly made her way up the stairs and into the college bookstore on the third floor. There she helped herself to a pair of form-fitting green sweatpants and a matching green sweatshirt with the university’s logo on both of them. The only footgear available was several varieties of flip-flops in green and yellow. Not the best choice for chilly autumn but then, college kids were known for odd clothing choices and it was still just fall. As she stepped out of the store, she dropped her demonic cloaking, a pair of boys suddenly swerving to avoid the girl they hadn’t seen a moment ago.

A commotion on the first floor, in the big, open atrium, had students looking over the stair railing, moving in clumps and crowding the edge. On the ground floor, a muscular young white guy followed closely by a big black kid and a huge wolf were moving through the clumps of students, looking everywhere as they moved. Apparently, the guy was famous, at least by the reaction of the students down there, as he was obviously being recognized. The excitement and details flowed from student to student, right up the stairs, arriving at the kids around Lilith in seconds. “That’s Chris Gordon!” “No way!” “The God Hammer himself!”