Logan tackled the madame out of the way of the attack just before it could connect.“A boy and his dog!” The ugly fucker laughed. “It’s a trope as old as time itself.”“Bro, did you seriously just give away your one weakness?” Rafe called out from above. “What a fucking idiot.”“It’s called a strategic revelation,” the demon retorted. “I like to give a little bit of mystery to my prey before--”“You have to kill him and the dog within a few minutes of each other, or else they’re just gonna keep coming back,” Rafe explained.“How did you kn--” the fucker started to ask as his eyes opened wide with fear.“You need to work on your riddle skills, bro!” The goblin cackled as Kelda released her blue spell and flew off to fight the hellhound.“That’s actually great.” Logan summoned red and green Magicfire into his hands. “That means I can kill you as many times as I fucking want.” He reached up, engulfed the battle axe with jade flames, and then hurled it at the boil-filled demo
“I thought the idea of going to Hell was bad,” Rafe scoffed as he stared out the window at passing trees, “but Washington? That’s much worse, bro.” “Oh, it won’t be that bad,” Logan reassured the goblin as they drove through the vast open plains of Oklahoma. “We went on a school trip to D.C. in my junior year. There’s actually a lot more to do there than you’d expect. As long as you avoid the tourist traps that is.”“It’ll probably come as no surprise to you,” Abina chuckled from the backseat, “but we elves are very familiar with Washington D.C. It’s one of the biggest hotbeds of activity in this part of the world.”“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Rafe made a “mind-blown” motion and took a puff from the joint in his hand. “Are you telling me that politicians aren’t faithful to their wives?”“I would have figured you’d be more surprised that our high-ranking government officials knew about demons and knew how to summon elves.” Logan chuckled.Rafe just shrugged. “Illuminati, bro.”“You
"Logan corrected the goblin.“That’s what I said, Tagliatelle,” the goblin nodded.“No, Machiavelli.”“Manicotti, got it,” Rafe shot Logan a finger gun.“Machiavel--”“Bro, are you stroking out on me?” the goblin asked Logan with concern in his voice.“I’m fine, Rafe,” Logan sighed and then tried to get them back on track. “Well, let’s sgoblinly be glad all the demons have never stood on a united front.”“I’ll say so,” Kelda agreed. “Personally, I think if they all banded together and tried to use brute force, they’d win over the souls of mortal men easily.” “Kelda…” The madame clicked her tongue. “You of all people should know that’s not true. Fear can only get you so far. Are these people really ‘following you,’ or are they just pretending so that they can avoid punishment?”“They’re listening either way,” the blonde argued.“Ab is right, Kelda,” Abina added. “Think about Earl and Azar. We were a part of their ‘followers’ at one point. Would you say we truly believ
"Eh, I still think the hotel would be better," Logan shrugged."You’re not embarrassed by us, are you?" Beth asked sheepishly."Of course not!" Logan reassured the redhead. "It’s just that it’s gonna be hard to explain to my parents why I’m traveling with three super-hot demon women and an goblin to the nation’s capital to murder another demon who’s posing as a congressman.""Nonsense, my man," Rafe slapped Logan playfully on the shoulder with his still-human arms. "You’re the greatest bullshitter I’ve ever met. You’ll figure something out.""Guys, I seriously don’t think--""Ja-cob’s house! Ja-cob’s house!" Rafe started a slow chant.The elves joined in on the chant, and soon, the entire cabin of Shadow was ringing out with calls to stay at Logan's parents' house. "Alright!" Logan finally conceded. "We can stay at my old place, but we have to be really careful not to tip my parents off about what we’re really doing. They’re pretty old-fashioned, and I think they’d fre
“Did it work?” Logan chuckled. “You’ve already wooed us, Logan,” Beth giggled, “but it’s always nice to hear flattery. You may have just earned something special next time we make love.”“Uh oh,” Abina cooed. “That ‘thing’ is supposedly so legendary. I’d love to see it.”“Why’d you put the child-proof locks on these doors?” Rafe demanded in a panic as he tugged at the handle.Logan shook his head, laughed, and then pointed at the sign on the highway ahead. “We’re almost to my parent’s place. When we get there, can we not talk about orgies and special sexual favors? Please?”“We’ll do our best, but no promises.” Abina chuckled.“You’ll get no such promise from the Rafester,” the goblin in the passenger seat said with a shake of the head. “The pores on my mental filter are wider than a porn star’s assho--”“Rafe!” Logan cut him off. “You’re not really going to be saying anything. At least, not unless you’ve figured out how to control your transformation powers yet.”T
Logan asked the group, "Are we ready for this?""Kelda nodded, "As ready as we ever can be."He reached up, balled his hand into a fist, and then rapped three times on the door.There was silence from the other side, and his whole body felt like it was being overtaken with anxiety as they waited for somebody to answer."Beth asked, "Maybe nobody’s home?""No," Logan pointed to the silver minivan with the tiny dent in the hood, "that’s their car in the driveway. They’re definitely here. They’re probably just not expecting company."Rafe’s disembodied voice suggested, "Maybe we’re interrupting sexy time?" "Do you want to go on the roof this time?" Logan asked playfully. "I’ll--"Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the sound of the locking mechanism of the door.There was a loud creak as the green door swung open to reveal his dad, in all his glory.Dad was wearing a red and white flannel shirt with baggy bootcut jeans. Upon his button nose sat a pair o
"Thanks, Mom," Logan grinned warmly as she left."Holyshitholyshitholyshit!" Rafe's voice couldn't contain its excitement. "We're gonna eat Mrs. Ralston's cooking! Lord, take me now.""I was wondering how long before you'd crack," Logan laughed, "but you're right, Mom's food is the fucking best.""Your parents are very kind," Beth noted as she looked at the posters that were still hanging on Logan's wall."We shouldn't be surprised, Sister," Abina said softly. "Logan is the kindest soul we've ever met. His parents surely played a big part in that.""Who is this 'Juicy' woman?" Kelda mused and pointed to a poster of a scantily clad supermodel sitting on top of a Mustang. "One of your old girlfriends?" Rafe burst out into uncontrollable laughter."He wishes!" the goblin cackled. "The best thing Logan here could snag in High School was the spawn of Satan herself.""Tamira?" Abina asked."Shhhhhhhhhhh!" Rafe stopped laughing. "Don't say her name aloud. Some say that if you l
"It's a more accurate term," Logan shrugged. "We learned it in one of my religion electives.""Alright then," Logan's dad said, still a little confused. "Let's dig in!"First up was the age-old classic, spaghetti. The noodles themselves were store-bought, but they were the premium kind that had Italian seasoning and parsley baked right into the gourmet dough. As for the sauce, it was Logan's mom's special recipe, cooked and canned right there in her kitchen. The concoction was dark red, and the aromatic smell of tomatoes, garlic, and parmesan wafted off as Logan poured it onto his noodles."Is that sausage?" Abina's perky voice asked. "I love sausage!"Oh no. Logan slowly turned to look at the elves who was now holding a half-sausage with her hand firmly gripped around the base. As much as he wanted to see what happened next, he really didn't want it to happen in front of his parents."Why, yes, dear," Mom explained, "but you're going to want to mix that in with the r