Logan swiveled around in his chair and noticed three men and a woman entering the bar. One of the men sported wide-brimmed glasses, a tie-dye shirt, khaki pants, and a man-bun. The other two men were dressed more inconspicuously in flannel shirts with well-groomed facial hair. The woman had a bright red headband, and her flowy dress gave off a distinct city slicker vibe. Their attire immediately set them apart in this small rural town, making Logan suspect they might share the same purpose for being there. They took a seat at a nearby table and engaged with the enthusiastic waiter. Logan couldn't catch everything they were saying, but it seemed like they were engaged in a conversation similar to the one he had with his group.Then, one of the men from the newcomers motioned for the waiter to approach, leaned in, and whispered something in his ear. The waiter nodded and headed toward the front of the bar. The group of four looked around cautiously, stood up, and followed him.L

Walking into this place was like sensory overload. Neon strobe lights were flashing alongside bright spotlights that shone all around the room. At the same time, hundreds of people were spread out between the dance floor and the bar area, and they murmured away as the music blared over their words. “A speakeasy,” Rafe observed as we walked down the stairs. “Out in the middle of nowhere. This was the perfect place for a secret demon party.” "He didn't think these sort of places still existed," Logan pondered aloud as they hit the bottom of the steps."Bro, you really do still have a lot to learn," Rafe sighed. "It’s the hot new trend right now to have these 'exclusive' places where you can go to party without everybody and their brother knowing about it. Great for album drops, invite-only parties, shady meetings, and masked orgies. You know, shit like that.""One of those things is not like the other," Logan protested."I agree," Rafe added. "Album drop parties a

Boos and sneers rose up from the crowd, and Logan clenched his fists and prepared for the worst.“Now, now,” Gula shushed the group. “They may be part of our rival cult, but they’re still our guests. Besides, they’re not a threat. I know the Cult of Ralston, and they wouldn’t harm a fly unless it was working for Lucifer, and even then, they wouldn’t do jack shit unless it was trying to kill him.”“She’s putting you on blast, bro!” Rafe warned from across the room. “You want me to kick her ass?”Logan shook his head at the goblin, and he responded with a thumbs up.Tris leaned into the microphone. “No, we’re just going to let you, our humble friends, decide who you want to serve. Logan will make you work. He’ll make you put your life on the line for his own selfish gains. I’ve even heard that he forces all the women in his cult to sleep with him!”Gasps murmured through the crowd, but Logan shook his head in annoyance. “Well, that’s just not true,” Kelda muttered

"Logan commanded the elves Abina to go grab Rafe as he drew the goat-headed dagger from his belt. A simple bit of thought brought forth the red Magicfire blade from its edge, and he prepared for the incoming assault of the undead.The elves nodded quickly as she jumped up into the air, summoned her wings, and then glided backward and out of sight.People were screaming as they dashed toward the exit of the club, causing a traffic jam on the stairs as they pushed at each other like lemmings. All around, glasses shattered onto the floor and furniture was overturned by the panicked stampede.One of the zombie fuckers was on Logan a second later, and he stabbed his blade into its eye socket. The creature wailed for a moment and then crumbled onto the floor. As it did so, Logan got a clear view off in the distance as Tris blew him a playful kiss, and then she and Gula dashed off into the crowd.He didn't have time to give chase because there were four more of the bastards headed in h

Even though the hotel was only a half-hour away from the town they'd just left, it felt like hours before they finally arrived. Logan wasn't sure if it was all exhaustion from the fight, or if it was partly the anticipation of what was to come.They finally pulled up to the hotel at around eleven at night, and a large sign with the company’s logo that read, “Rooms- $80 per night” greeted them.“We’re here, guys,” Logan announced to his friends as he pulled into a parking spot.Rafe had been sleeping soundly, and he gave Logan a dirty look as he groggily pulled himself to his feet. “You should know you never interrupt an goblin during his beauty sleep. That’s how hands get thrown, bro.”“Trust me, Rafe,” Logan promised. “You’ll be sleeping in a nice comfy bed in a few minutes here. Doesn’t that sound much better than a leather seat in the cabin of a vehicle with a draft?”Rafe looked back at the elves and then back at Logan. The light bulb must have gone off in his head because he