“What about the demons in the cult?” Logan asked as he sauntered over and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. “They probably weren’t too thrilled that a mortal was taking over.”Jane chuckled. “That’s an understatement.”“They were not pleased,” Oliver explained. “Most of them ran off and hid like the cowards they are, but some flew into a fit of rage and tried to kill their brethren.”“And?” Logan asked just before he took a bite out of the juicy apple.“They weren’t successful.” The white-haired man grinned. “You now have eight fewer members of the Seventy-Two Servants to worry about.” “That’s what I like to hear,” Logan said as he walked over to Oliver and gave him a happy pat on the shoulder. “What about those other chores I sent you on?”“You mean the demon slayings?” Jane asked nonchalantly. “We’ve taken out every single demon you’ve asked us to. In fact, it’s been almost too easy. I’m starting to get bored with the whole thing.”“Of course it’s eas
"What?" Logan gulped. "I made sure we were out of that building in seconds!" But there it was, on the TV. It was a grainy video, taken from a few blocks away from the Excalibur as it burned. The cameraman was focused on the roaring flames as they billowed out of the top floor. But there, at the very bottom corner of the frame, a human-shaped figure passed by in a blur. The documentary rewound the footage, paused it, and then a red circle appeared over the figure. "Could this be the demon that Zeitmann was talking about?" the narrator asked rhetorically. "We may never know the truth..." "Holy shit, we're famous!" Rafe jumped up and down on the couch excitedly. "I'm just glad that the footage was so grainy," Logan sighed. "It looks about as credible as all the other paranormal videos out there." "So, one-hundred percent legit?" Rafe chuckled. "This John Zeitmann fellow seems to be causing problems," Oliver said with a frown. "Shall we dispose of him for you, Logan?" "What?" Loga
“Come on, bro,” Rafe begged as we walked out into the backyard. “I’ve always wanted to ride on a chandelier. We can kill two birds with one stone!” "Oh sure," Logan said with a laugh. "Let's invite a prominent and controverBethl politician into our home, in front of hundreds of people, and then the chandelier will just happen to fall on him right as he's leaving. There totally wouldn't be an FBI investigation into us or anything.""Not if the Rafester makes it look like an accident," he suggested."Accident or not, they'd still want to investigate for the sake of transparency," Logan explained. "Do you really want the feds following us around for the next few weeks?""Small price to pay for something so awesome," Rafe shrugged."They'd also be sitting the elves and me down for questioning.""Big whoop!" The goblin shook his head. "We lie all the time." "They'd probably go through all our stuff too," Logan fibbed. "Take away anything we owned that's not exactly l
Logan left one hand focused on the uprights, and then he moved his other hand over to the cross beams. He lit the first beam up with a jade fire and lifted it into the air. Carefully, he moved the wooden pole over to its resting place. One end sat on the beam where Rafe stood, and the other rested on the middle upright. As the cross beam approached, the goblin jumped up and grabbed it with both of his tiny hands. He gently guided the wooden beam into the slot on the top of the upright and then violently brought his fist down to knock it into place. Rafe hopped onto the crossbeam with one foot in front of the other and raised his hands up into the air. "This is Rafe Masterson's first attempt at the quadruple front-flip, a move that could very easily net him the gold." The goblin's voice and expressions went stern as he imitated an announcer. "Will he pull it off?" Rafe let out a grunt and somersaulted forward on the wooden beam, using his hands and feet to keep his momentum going at
She had completely redone the room, and it looked incredible. The elve had replaced the small black table that normally housed the Robert E. Lee bust with an all-white marble piece. On top sat a beautiful lantern with a glowing white candle inside. All across the ceiling now hung retro Edison-era lightbulbs that gave the normally cold room a warm glow. At their feet was a massive black and white rug that took up almost the entirety of the space between the two staircases. When Abina saw they had entered the room, she fluttered back down to meet us. “Loyalty powers.” The curvy woman giggled. “Goblins are known for their loyalty, like dogs. No offense, Rafe.” “You too, Abina?” He sighed. “What is this, pick on the goblin day? I might need some lube if you guys are gonna keep coming at me this raw.” “I mean no ill-will,” Abina apologized, “but it’s true. Goblins are loyal to their masters, and they have magic that arises from those emotions. Normally, it in
“I still can’t believe nobody has questioned all the insane amounts they’ve been putting on his cards for the last few weeks,” Logan said, shaking his head and stepping aside so the elves could enter.“That’s the beauty of being wealthy, Logan,” Beth clicked her tongue. “Unlimited credit card lines that the companies know you’ll be good for.”“A million dollars in his bank account doesn’t hurt, either,” Kelda added. “Beth’s been making the minimum payments so that nobody gets suspicious.”“Now, close your eyes, Logan,” Beth giggled. “I’ve got a surprise just for you.” “Oh no,” Rafe groaned from the top of the stairs, and Logan realized he’d been about to rejoin them even though his arm was still human-shaped. “Is it one of those ‘surprises’ that requires me to leave the room?”Logan shut his eyes and held his open palms out in front of him.Not a second later, the elve dropped a heavy item into his hands. It was about the size of a regular sheet of printer paper, bu
"That'd be them," Logan smiled and then took the receipt and pen the boy had provided. As he forged Robert Quinn's signature, Logan noticed that the boy kept glancing up to look into the mansion behind him. "Throwing a fancy party?" the boy awkwardly asked. Logan nodded. "They're doing a fundraiser for Marvin Franklin. later tonight," he explained, "but they can't stand rich people food. Give them some good ol' fashioned cheese and carbs, right?" He tried to hand the receipt back to the teen, but he was now completely distracted by the elves behind Logan. Logan stood there with the receipt and pen outstretched for a few seconds before he finally did a forced cough to regain the boy's attention. The kid looked like he had just come out of a trance as he opened the carrier and passed Logan a few warm boxes. His mouth was still hung open as Logan thanked him for the pizza and closed the door slowly. "He was awfully quiet," Kelda observed. "It's because he was
“After seeing what the girls’ outfits did to you and that pizza guy,” Rafe explained as he adjusted his bowtie, “I can just imagine how wet all the chicks are gonna get when they see the Rafester in his tux.” The two of them stood next to each other in front of the full-body mirror that was located in Quinn’s bedroom. The party was now a little under an hour away, and both of them were now putting the finishing touches on our “classy” attire “I’m really glad we were able to convince you to wear some clothes.” Logan chuckled as he tossed on his jet-black jacket. “Yeah, I’m not really one for fancy clothes and shit,” Rafe explained, “but once I saw the little Rafeler tux in the box Kelda brought home, I couldn’t pass it up. Maybe this sweet outfit will be the difference between squirting some baby batter into some hottie’s hot oven or going home dry.” “Maybe once you’ve mastered your transformation powers.” Logan shook his head and pushed the s