Dark Elves Harem

Chapter 10

Logan hesitated to open his eyes. The sounds of harrowed screams pounded in his eardrums in the distance, and he was now even more wary to see what he had done. His eyes popped open. The scene was surreal, like something out of a Dali painting. He was still in the house with Kelda, Abina, and Rafe, but the entire world appeared to be distorted and staticky. The images of his three friends were frozen in place. Rafe looked like he was seeing him in a funhouse mirror as the normally three-foot tall goblin towered above him. Kelda’s athletic frame was widened to the extreme, and Abina’s face looked like it was melting. Was this purgatory?

“Logan…” an unseen voice whispered through the sounds of the screaming.

“Who’s there?” Logan called out though he figured it was probably in vain.

“Come with us, Logan…” The voice was distinctly female, but he still couldn’t see anybody.

Then he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye, the figure of a woman dashed past his position. He couldn’t get a good look at her, but she must have been some sort of superhuman to run faster than the eye could perceive. She rushed past him once more, and this time he could faintly make out her shadow as she passed. As she made a third attempt to elude him, he reached out and summoned the wall of purple flame to stop her in her tracks. Instead of colliding with the barrier, the form of the woman passed straight through.

“Logan, we are yours,” the haunting voice continued. “We only wish to help you.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Logan demanded the darkness.

“You know who we are, Logan,” the disembodied voice eerily called out. “We are the forms you see in your dreams. We are the figures that stare at you in your room while you sleep. We are the ones that are everywhere at once.”

“Logan!” He heard Kelda’s voice yell as he suddenly awoke back in the real world. Both the blonde and the dark-haired elve had wrapped their arms around him.

“We thought we had lost you!” Abina’s voice trembled with fear. “You were out for almost an hour.”

“An hour?” Logan rubbed his eyes groggily, “I was only there for, like, ten seconds.”

“Where did you go?” Kelda demanded as she fought back tears.

“I… I don’t know,” Logan admitted. “Everything was distorted like a funhouse mirror. And everybody was frozen. I could see you guys, but you couldn’t see me. Is that what Purgatory is?”

Kelda, Abina, and Rafe all looked at each other as their eyes widened in terror.

“Logan, you… you were in the Shadow World,” Kelda said as she shook her head in disbelief. “That’s the dwelling of the Shadow People, creatures that even us elves don’t quite understand. I’m glad you got out of there while you could.”

“Shadow People are no bueno,” Rafe shook his head back and forth and shuttered.

“Do you mean that his black magic power… uhhhh… takes him to the shadow world?” Logan asked. “That doesn’t seem like that great of a power.”

“It is strange,” Kelda said as she looked to Abina. “I have never heard of such a thing.”

“Maybe his innate ability lies in mass manipulation?” Abina asked her sister.

“What does that mean?” Logan asked.

“Everyone has a power they are innately powerful with,” Abina said.

“Mine is mind control, and Kelda’s is elemental manipulation.”

“Okay,” Logan said as he glanced between them. “What is mass manipulation?”

“It is moving items or people,” Kelda said. “Either through teleporting or telekinesis. If that is his innate ability, then it would kinda sorta make sense for his black magic to take him to another world.”

“But we aren’t going to know until we test out those powers,” Kelda said.

“Then why don’t we start with teleporting?” Logan asked.

“Sure,” Abina said, “all he needs to do is—”

“Wait,” Kelda interrupted. “Logan, we aren’t done talking about the black magic.”

“Okayyy?” Logan said.

“The shadow world is terribly dangerous,” she continued. “Even more dangerous than magic. The beings that live there have no rules, and their powers are not understood. Please, please, please, don’t try to use your black magic again. You might not come back next time.”

“I won’t,” Logan said. “Believe me. I don’t want to go back there, and I don’t see any reason to.”

“Good,” The blonde woman sighed with relief.

“What emotion does he need for teleporting?” Logan asked.

“Disgust,” Kelda said with a laugh.

“That shouldn’t be hard with this place.” Rafe blurted out as he ran off down the hallway and up the rotting staircase.

"Not exactly a ‘happy’ emotion, but anything will do after that nightmare that he just experienced,” Logan chuckled.

The blonde elve’ expression returned to one of determination, and she began to walk around him in a circular pattern as she cooed into his eardrums. “Think about something that upsets you to your very core. Think about Voidmoth, and what he’ll do to us if he ever gets his hands on us again. He’ll torture us. He’ll force us to do things to him that you couldn’t even begin to fathom. Then he’ll make us go out and sleep with other men. We don’t want to have sex with other men. We just want to be with you. Forever.”

“But don’t be afraid or angry,” Abina added. “Just be disgusted.”

“Got it.” As much as he was subconsciously trying to fight the imagery of Voidmoth and his elve, Kelda’s last comment drove him over the edge. His hands pulsated with green flames as he thought about the two women under the sheets with somebody who wasn’t him. Abina could tell how much he was rattled and as she tried to come over to comfort him, Kelda held up a hand to keep her back and pointed at the molded yellow couch that sat across from them in the living room of the house.

“The Magicfire that goes with disgust has similar origins to the purple flames,” the athletic elve explained carefully. “This is the stuff that allows physical and metaphysical objects, including souls, to be transported to the Netherrealm. Here on Earth, it’s not quite as strong, but it can still be used to transport objects short distances through other dimensions. I think you are ready, so try it.”

He reached out the hand engulfed In emerald fire and waved it with his palm open. As he tried to picture where he wanted the couch to go, he made a sweeping gesture. The fabric lit up with the glow of the flame briefly before it disappeared into the unknown. For a moment, he wondered if he had screwed up and forgot to open a return portal, and the elves of Magic now had a new piece of furniture for their lounge area. However, from above, they heard a loud crash on the second floor of the house.

Like a kid on Christmas day, Logan bolted upstairs in a rush to marvel at his work, and the two elve followed close behind him. He threw open the door to what he assumed was a second-story bedroom, and there it was. Rafe was sitting on the old couch, blowing smoke from the joint he had probably rolled while he was away. Abina and Kelda looked at each other and then jumped up and down joyfully in celebration at what he had done.

“Thanks for the couch, man.” The goblin slurred. “I think this is nicer than the one we have at home.”

“Holy shit,” Logan stuttered. “It actually worked! What else can I teleport?”

“Rafe?” Abina half-joked as she motioned to the goblin.

The small goblin barely understood her words, or if he did, he just didn’t give a damn. He just looked at them with bloodshot eyes before shrugging and taking another hit. That must have been some really strong stuff. Logan summoned up his negative emotions once more and aimed at his friend. As he inhaled, the emerald fire conformed around his body and made him vanish. The joint appeared to freeze in the air like it was a prop in an old cartoon before it fell down onto the couch. Seconds later, Rafe stumbled into the doorway behind them.

“Woooaaaaahhh, duuuudddeee,” Rafe gasped. “That is the best shit I’ve ever had, man. I totally don’t even remember how I got into the bathroom.”

“Should we tell him?” Abina asked innocently.

“No, no. Let him figure it out on his own,” Logan chuckled at Rafe’s confusion and then turned to Kelda. “You mentioned I could also have telekinesis if I specialize in mass manipulation?”

“Of course,” Abina smiled. “I have an innate ability with mind control magic, but I’m also pretty good with telekinesis.”

“You are?” Logan asked. “I haven’t seen you lift or move—”

“How do you think I did that one thing to you last night?”

“That was—”

“I don’t have three hands, do I?” the dark-haired elve purred.

“Telekinesis is similar to the teleportation spell,” Kelda interrupted.

“It’s derived from the same place, but has different properties. Let’s try this. Close your eyes and focus. Think about the things that make you envious and disgusted, but this time, instead of thinking of where you want your target to go, think about how it is now bending to your will. You are its master now, just like you are the master of the two of us.”

Logan liked the sound of that. Digging deep down, he thought about the terrible things that Voidmoth has done to not just his women, but everyone he had encountered over time. How many people had he killed? What about all the people he tortured? It took all of his willpower not to let his disgust turn into rage.

As the thoughts splashed across his brain, the couch was once again engulfed in an emerald flame. This time it didn’t disappear. Instead, he thought about how he was in full control. The elve and he were going to destroy anything and anyone who would possibly get in their way. The couch lifted up into the air and dangled there as if it were held by invisible strings. In awe, he moved his green flamed-filled hand back and forth in front of his body, and the couch moved with it. He lowered his arm towards the ground, and the piece of moldy furniture returned to the rotting wood floors with a harmless thud.

“So, this might sound crazy,” the stoned goblin tugged at Logan’s pant leg. “I swear that couch just floated in the air. What kinda stuff am I smoking?”

“Relax, Rafe,” Logan chuckled. “Your boy Logan here has just discovered his telekinesis powers, that’s all.”

“Bro…” Rafe smiled through the baked-out haze. “You could totally use that to cheat at roulette or craps. We should go somewhere and gamble.”

“I don’t think that will work,” Logan said. “When I moved the couch, it was on fire. The pit bosses at any casino would see that and kick us—”

“They don’t see it,” Kelda interrupted him.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Mortals don’t see your fire from telekinesis or teleportation. They can see the Magicfire, but that is because it does damage.

“Sooo… What about Las Vegas?” Logan asked. “We need to have a good time to grow our connection, and I can use my newfound powers to make sure we become filthy rich at the tables. It’s only an eight-hour drive from here. We could get there by the morning, make a bunch of money gambling, get a sweet room, have tons of sex, and then come back and face down your ex-boss. Not to mention, the city is in the middle of the Nevada desert. We wouldn’t have to drive very far to avoid civilian casualties when we face Voidmoth again.”

“I like that idea!” Abina bounced at the words. “Sin City would be quite fitting! It would also be a great place to further grow our connection…”

“If our connection is all about sex and fun, I don’t see how you could ask for a better place than Vegas,” he laughed.

“Then we should leave immediately,” Kelda said.

“Yep!” Abina agreed.

“Excellent!” Logan laughed as he put his arms around the two women. “Sin City, get ready for some elves and Magicfire magic!”