"Furcas is already dead," Logan confirmed. "He has no idea where the fuck Ira ran off to.""You killed Furcas?" Oliver sounded impressed. "No mortal has ever--""You should know by now that Logan is much more than a mere mortal, Brother Oliver," Jane clicked her tongue.Suddenly, from off in the distance, there was a deep, guttural growl that shook the entire forest and caused everyone to stop fighting. Without warning, the head of a towering shadow rose up above the treeline and blocked out the rising sun. The figure had three massive canine heads attached to its mountain-like body, and it felt like there was a miniature earthquake with every step it took. Within seconds, the creature was on them.Though they all shared the same body, each of the creature’s heads looked like they belonged to a different type of dog. The center appeared more like a Doberman, with pointy ears and an elongated snout. On the right was the head of a pit bull, and on the left was a rottweiler. All three of

Of course, there was still the matter of the evil elves and the giant demonic beast. One thing at a time, Logan guessed.“Sisters!” Ira called out happily when she finally noticed their approach. “Welcome! It’s beautiful, isn’t it? We can finally write our own destiny. No more bowing down to a master, no more following the rules of Lucifer or the Divine, and no more sitting at the bottom of the food chain!”Abina corkscrewed her body to avoid a blast of red Magicfire, and for a moment Logan felt like he was gonna be sick. The elves and him continued to twist through the air until they were right above Ira.“We’ve already broken our bonds, sister,” Abina proclaimed firmly. “We are with Logan because we want to be, not because he is our ‘master.’”From above, there was the sound of beating wings. Kelda landed beside them on the back of the beast with Beth still in tow.“I was skeptical at first too, Ira,” Beth added, “but he is a kind and gentle soul who truly cares for us.”“We love hi

Logan really hoped Elmer wasn’t going to have another heart attack when he saw their motley crew.They got to the massive door of the barn, and the door was slowly pushed open. The cock of a shotgun told him that Elmer and Betty were still safe and sound.“Who’s there?” the old man demanded. “I’ve got a weapon, and I ain’t afraid to use it!”Logan held up his hands as the flanneled man appeared from the shadows, gun at the ready. “It’s just me, Elmer,” he said as he tried to calm the man down. “We won.”“How do I know you aren’t another one of those little demons, trying to trick me?” Elmer demanded.“Elmer, it’s me,” Logan explained. “Logan Ralston. My redheaded friend saved you from having a heart attack, remember?”Elmer was visibly sweating and trembling. The poor guy must have been terrified. “Elmer Edison,” Uriel’s calm-but-booming voice called out from behind. “Hello, my friend.”The old man’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he lowered the gun.“Are you-- Are you what I

“There’s a silver lining for everything,” Logan admitted as they entered the main recreation area of the nursing home. Brown rectangular card tables were set up all throughout the massive room and surrounded by elderly people in wheelchairs and walkers. At the front of the grand hall, next to the makeshift PA system and large bingo cage, stood a scrawny man in a mustard-yellow plaid suit. Even from a distance, Logan could tell this guy was slimy. His brown hair was formed into a messy comb-over, and there was so much product slicked into his ‘do his head gleamed like a disco ball with each move he made. The mustard-plaid suited man was holding a slender portable microphone in his hand as he paced back and forth in front of the poorly-made “Bingo Night” banner hung up behind him. It was Naberius. Without warning, there was the distinct sound of a slap in front of them. A young blonde employee was now staring at the “elderly man” intensely with a look of murder in her eyes. She stuck ou

He raised the sword toward Naberius. “So, it’s a swordfight you want?” Logan asked the demon. “Azar and Zepar thought that was the way to beat me, too. You’ll have to ask how well it worked out next time you see them.”Naberius was looking way worse for wear. Logan's punch had completely burned the flesh on Naberius' left cheek, and a mixture of charred muscle and exposed bone replaced his normal complexion. His usually well-kempt hair was now standing up in tufts, and the new hairdo was held in place by the gallons of product on his head.“What, with their broadswords?” Naberius scoffed and held the blade of his rapier in front of his face. “The weapon of a brute. This is a much more … sophisticated weapon.”The demon flipped the tip of his blade downward at a diagonal angle and then swiped it up at Logan's torso. Logan smacked the blow away with the swing of his cutlass and took a swipe at the demon's neck. Naberius jumped backward, but the edge of Logan's blade caug