"Of course," Logan nodded."That was with a few dozen cultists feeding Azar power," Raphael sighed. "To perform the ‘Ritual of Resurrection,’ one needs a large following, all of whom are willing to put their souls on the line to bring someone back from the dead. Basically, they're swapping out their souls for the individual's"And do you think that's what Tris and Gula are up to?" Kelda asked. "Are they going around gathering up a bunch of followers for a mass sacrifice?""I know it is," the dark-haired Archangel confirmed."Hold on here," Rafe said as he scratched his head. "This all sounds really, really familiar... somebody dies, and then their loyal fans will them back to life with sunshine and rainbows?"Raph rolled his eyes. "That was intentional on the part of the Demonic," he explained. "They wanted a blood ritual that mocked the Lamb of God himself.""Lamb of God?" Rafe laughed. "I was thinkin’ the fairy from Peter Pan, but that’s even more metal.""So what hap

Logan patted the steering wheel jovially and smiled. “She might be a little banged up,” he joked, “but she’s still purring like a kitten.”“Yeah,” Rafe snickered, “a mangy kitten. The kind you’d see in a Sarah McLachlan commercial.”“She still runs,” Logan retorted. “As long as Shadow can get us from point A to point B, that’s all that matters.”“I dunno, bro,” Rafe continued. “I’d say once Beth gets the Velvet Lips back up and running and Ira starts collecting her politician’s salary, they should trade in ol’ faithful and get a Lambo.”“Orrrrr … ” Logan tried to plead with the goblin. “They could just have Beth fix up Shadow with her healing powers and keep using their Jeep.”“Where’s the fun in that?” Rafe sighed. “I’m sure everybody in this vehicle right now would rather have a sexy red Lamborghini than a soccer-mom Jeep.”“Again,” Logan reminded the goblin, “soccer moms drive vans. Jeeps are for rugged off-roaders which is much closer to what we are.”“A Lambo would be really sexy

"Harmless?" Logan mused. "Is he really so far down the rabbit hole that 'selling your soul' is considered harmless?""It's better than the alternative of death or eternal damnation," Ira countered."Fair enough," Logan conceded, then cut off a piece of his steak. He took a moment to admire the morsel resting on his fork.It was perfectly-seared with small black grill markings all across it. Small ripples of sleek fat ran along the outer edge of the cut, creating that marbling effect every butcher knows and loves. There were bits of herbs and spices pounded into the tender meat, remnants of what the menu assured was a three-hour marinade, and the entire thing was still sopping in its own juices.If this thing tasted half as good as it looked, his taste buds were about to be in Heaven.Logan placed the piece of meat into his mouth, and he instantly wanted another bite. Not only was the steak cooked to perfection, but the marinade and seasoning they used were out of this world. What

Logan walked into his own dwelling and instantly began to undress. As he headed toward the walk-in closet at the far end of the room, he peeled off his shirt, pants, underwear, and socks, and tossed them one-by-one at the hamper on the other side of the room. Most of the articles of clothing were right on target, but he had to use his green Hellfire to redirect the flying pair of socks into the basket.“Three out of four isn’t bad,” he said aloud, even though there was nobody around to hear him.Logan rustled around in his oaken dresser for a moment, pulled out a pair of socks and underwear, and slid them onto his body. Once those were on, he waltzed over to the closet and admired his options.Luckily for him, the former owner of this mansion wore the same size as he did, and he was wealthy beyond imagination. All throughout the closet were articles of clothing that looked fairly normal upon first glance. However, knowing Robert Quinn, most of these outfits probably cost more t

“It was about time they got another vehicle,” Logan announced over Rafe’s theatrics. “With Beth taking over the Velvet Lips and Ira going to be on the campaign trail all the time, they can’t all rely on Shadow.”“What about us?” Kelda questioned sadly. “Will we have to go off on our own, too?”“Only if you want to,” Logan said with a soft smile into the rearview mirror. “Unlike their previous masters, he doesn’t give a damn what they decide to do. If they want to go off and have a career on their own, be his guest. If they want to hang around him for all of eternity, also be his guest. His elves are always free to do what they want!”“I want to stay around him,” Liby confirmed. “I’ll leave all these Earthly pleasures to my sisters.”“Glad to hear.” Logan nodded. “And who knows? Maybe after Azar is defeated once and for all, they can go retire to some quiet tropical island somewhere and spend the rest of their lives partying and soaking up the sun on the beach.”“That sounds mo