Logan really hoped Elmer wasn’t going to have another heart attack when he saw their motley crew.They got to the massive door of the barn, and the door was slowly pushed open. The cock of a shotgun told him that Elmer and Betty were still safe and sound.“Who’s there?” the old man demanded. “I’ve got a weapon, and I ain’t afraid to use it!”Logan held up his hands as the flanneled man appeared from the shadows, gun at the ready. “It’s just me, Elmer,” he said as he tried to calm the man down. “We won.”“How do I know you aren’t another one of those little demons, trying to trick me?” Elmer demanded.“Elmer, it’s me,” Logan explained. “Logan Ralston. My redheaded friend saved you from having a heart attack, remember?”Elmer was visibly sweating and trembling. The poor guy must have been terrified. “Elmer Edison,” Uriel’s calm-but-booming voice called out from behind. “Hello, my friend.”The old man’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he lowered the gun.“Are you-- Are you what I
This had to be their most insane idea yet. Logan and his friends had slain demon after countless demon in the last few months. They’d been all across the country, traveling to cool locations, investigating cases of the demonic, taking down Azar and his Seventy-Two Servants, and having a fucking blast doing so. But this? This one was definitely not that.Before them, in a wheelchair, sat an elderly man with leathery, wrinkled skin. He was wearing a button-up red flannel shirt along with dollar-store sweatpants, and atop his head sat nothing but a horseshoe pattern of gray hair and some unhealthy-looking moles. What the man lacked in hair on his head, he made up for with a bushy peppered mustache on his upper lip that he kept twitching sporadically. This man was their goblin.“Hurry up and get me to bingo,” Rafe demanded as he rolled out into the hallway. “These Depends ain’t gonna hold up all day, sonny.”“You look fine, Rafe,” Abina reassured.All four of the elves stood next to Logan
“There’s a silver lining for everything,” Logan admitted as they entered the main recreation area of the nursing home. Brown rectangular card tables were set up all throughout the massive room and surrounded by elderly people in wheelchairs and walkers. At the front of the grand hall, next to the makeshift PA system and large bingo cage, stood a scrawny man in a mustard-yellow plaid suit. Even from a distance, Logan could tell this guy was slimy. His brown hair was formed into a messy comb-over, and there was so much product slicked into his ‘do his head gleamed like a disco ball with each move he made. The mustard-plaid suited man was holding a slender portable microphone in his hand as he paced back and forth in front of the poorly-made “Bingo Night” banner hung up behind him. It was Naberius. Without warning, there was the distinct sound of a slap in front of them. A young blonde employee was now staring at the “elderly man” intensely with a look of murder in her eyes. She stuck ou
“Yes, sir.” Naberius pointed from the stage. “You with the raised hand. Do you need help with something?” “Sure do, sonny!” Rafe yelled as if he was deaf. “I think I got another one of them ‘bingos,’ but I don’t want to get in trouble again for being wrong. Could you be a gent and come tell me if I’ve won?” Naberius’ slimy face contorted with concern as he began to walk off the stage. “Of course I can,” he comforted the “old man.” “You all know I’d do anything for my favorite friends here at Green Valleywood, don’t you, folks?” There were a few weak claps and cheers as Naberius made his way to Rafe. Once the demon got there, he placed his hand kindly on “Gerald’s” back and leaned in to read the bingo card. “This is it,” Logan reminded Beth and Ira’s sub. “Once Abina hits the fire alarm, we move.”Logan looked over and saw Abina was in position, right next to the red pull-alarm. The elves nodded in his direction, reached up, and then yanked down on the lever.Flashing re
He raised the sword toward Naberius. “So, it’s a swordfight you want?” Logan asked the demon. “Azar and Zepar thought that was the way to beat me, too. You’ll have to ask how well it worked out next time you see them.”Naberius was looking way worse for wear. Logan's punch had completely burned the flesh on Naberius' left cheek, and a mixture of charred muscle and exposed bone replaced his normal complexion. His usually well-kempt hair was now standing up in tufts, and the new hairdo was held in place by the gallons of product on his head.“What, with their broadswords?” Naberius scoffed and held the blade of his rapier in front of his face. “The weapon of a brute. This is a much more … sophisticated weapon.”The demon flipped the tip of his blade downward at a diagonal angle and then swiped it up at Logan's torso. Logan smacked the blow away with the swing of his cutlass and took a swipe at the demon's neck. Naberius jumped backward, but the edge of Logan's blade caug
Logan turned around to see her holding the head of the escaped demon. The jaw was completely snapped off, and the demon’s tongue dangled down like the pendulum of a clock. The entire right side of the face looked like it had been melted off as well.The dom tossed the head onto the ground in front of them.“At least I got to have a little bit of fun too,” she mused. “I was afraid I was going to just be on guard duty the entire time.”There was the sound of beating wings, and then the sub half of Ira reemerged from the depths below.“What a rush,” she moaned to her other half. “We’ll have to start incorporating this kind of stuff into our sessions.”“For sure,” the dom said with a smirk, “as long as I’m the one that gets to inflict it.”“I’m not sure whether or not to be turned on or scared for my life,” Rafe interjected.“Why not both?” The sub giggled and retracted her wings. “That’s how I like to live my life.”“It’s finally happened, Jakey.” The goblin shook his
He wouldn’t underestimate the rest of their sisters, Logan,” Abina warned.“Who’s even left?” Logan asked. “Gluttony, Sloth, and Envy? You said the four of you were his best warriors. What could they possibly have that you don’t? Besides, I’ve been able to convince Pride and Wrath to join my side. I don’t think I’ll have a problem getting those last three to join us.”“Seriously,” Rafe agreed. “Just leave out some donuts for Gluttony, some pictures of Logan’s dick for Envy, and some leaves for the Sloth. Rig up a trap, toss ‘em under, and boom! Instant new friends.”“For the last time,” Kelda sighed, “Sister Tris isn’t a sloth like you have here on Earth.”“I’ll be the judge of that one.” Rafe nodded defiantly.“None of those elves sound like they’re very dangerous,” Logan said with a shrug. “If we could survive Ira summoning a giant three-headed dog and gathering the Seventy-Two Servants, I think the worst is behind us.”“Speaking of Ira,” Jane looked around the room curiously
“I don’t think the world is ready for that,” Logan said as he shook his head at the thought, “but I’m loving the idea. Who’s ready for an adventure across the pond?”Kelda, Abina, Jane, and Rafe all raised their hands and chattered happily.“Great!” Logan grinned at his friends and stood up from the couch. “Let’s go find Ira, and--”“Hold on, Logan.” Beth interrupted. “Have you checked our finances lately?”Logan frowned at the redhead. This probably wasn’t going to be good news.“Uh … no,” he murmured. “I thought that was your job.”“It is,” Beth confirmed. “I am quite familiar with our finances. Now, let me ask you a question--”“Oh, this definitely isn’t good, bro,” Rafe whispered.“In the last year,” Beth started, “we’ve purchased a new vehicle, completely renovated the Quinn Mansion, bought a passenger bus to transport your followers, fixed up the Velvet Lips, and, on top of it all, we had to foot a sixty-thousand dollar Uber bill your cultists racked up traveling cross-co