Logan's heart sank at the demon’s words, and he unfastened his seatbelt.“What are you doing?” Kelda hissed from behind him. “You’re going to blow her cover.”“Something’s not right,” he whispered. “He’s too laid back about all of this.”“Oh, I think I’m going to pass,” Ira explained softly. “I’m on a detox diet right now, and tea is one of my forbidden items. Gotta keep my slim figure. It’s good for my public image, you know?”“Please, Ira,” Ose continued. “I insist. It’ll be good for you.”Ira let out an awkward chuckle. “I appreciate you brewing this for me, Ose, I really do. I’m just not in a tea-drinking mood right now.”“Ira,” the demon’s voice now grew angry. “You are a guest in my shop. Please, it would be disrespectful to not accept my offer.”“Why are you so insistent I drink from this cup, Ose?” Ira asked accusingly.The demon slammed his hands palm-down on the table. “You are being very rude, you know,” he growled, and his eyes began to glow green.“Fuck this.” Loga
"Actually," Logan admitted, "not bad at all.""Now all that’s left is for Logan and Lib to make him all animated and shit," the goblin explained. "Go on and try it!""I’ll take the mouth if you take the body," Abina offered."This is fucking insane," Logan noted, but he couldn't help but chuckle as he summoned green Magicfire into his hands.He outstretched his palms toward the dead demon and encased his body in jade flames. Then he raised Ose’s body up into the air so it was standing in an upright position, and he tried to keep him looking as natural as possible."Ahhh, shit," Rafe sighed. "We fucked up.""What’s wrong?" Logan asked, and they all turned toward the goblin."I can see the green fire. Can’t you all?""Doh," Logan sighed as he realized that Rafe was right. They couldn’t possibly use Ose’s animated body to sneak in if the various elves and demons in the party saw the green magicfire. They would know someone was manipulating his body."Well, it was a good plan while
Logan turned to Ira and Kelda. “Where do you think their sisters could be hiding?” he asked.“Rafe, this is Kelda,” the blonde spoke into the communicator. “What do you smell?”“You mean other than the overpowering stench of Ose’s perfume shower?” Rafe snorted. “Let me see. I’m picking up the scent of sweat and guilt all over. Also, a little bit of fruity drink--wait. Hold the phone … that’s California Emerald Oxygen if I’d ever smelt it!”“So there’s weed present?” Kelda asked.“Is there ever!” Rafe retorted. “That shit’s my favorite. I’d know its succulent smell anywhere.”“Follow the trail,” the elves ordered. “Tris is a notorious stoner. Find that weed, and you’ll probably find her.”“Why are we fighting this chick, again?” Rafe joked. “She sounds like my type of demon! To the right, Jakey. Two o’clock, to be exact.”Abina and Logan manipulated Ose’s body so it was now walking in the general direction Rafe had given them.“Slight left,” Rafe gagged. “There’s some vomit on the
Logan released his spell on Ose's body, and the camera collapsed to the floor of the nightclub. At this point, he really didn't give a care about keeping with the mission anymore. They just needed to keep Aruna from killing these two.They were through the door in an instant. Once inside, Logan began to scan the club for anyone that could possibly be their assassin. Who was he kidding? He had just seen Aruna transform into a six-foot tall muscular dude. She could literally be anybody in this place."We need to get to Tris and Gula," Logan ordered the elves beside him. "We can take up a defensive position, and then we'll deal with Aruna."The four of them began to push through the crowd of drunken dancers, back toward where they had last seen Rafe and their targets. Despite the fact that they all looked like they were in a hurry, nobody seemed to pay them any attention. Everyone just kept grinding and grooving to the beat of the bass drops blaring across the club."Fuck!" Logan yelled
"Logan growled and summoned purple Magicfire into his hands. He muttered to himself, 'I'm parting the drunken sea.' Clapping his hands together, a long thin line of violet fire formed in front of him, directly between a bunch of dancing civilians. He raised his hands in opposite directions vertically, and the Magicfire rose to be seven feet tall. Then, he moved his hands in opposite directions to create two walls that gently nudged people out of their way. Once there was an opening in the crowd, Logan and the elvea dashed through.Before they could even reach the end of the tunnel, Logan located Aruna. Directly to their right, people were screaming in terror and fleeing the scene as flashes of red Magicfire lit up the dark club.'There!' Logan pointed and released his barrier. The crowd around the fight had thinned out enough that he could just make out the figures of Aruna, Rafe, and the elvea.'Don't engage until we get closer,' Logan ordered. 'We don't need any civilian casua
Logan reached out and called the broken blade back into his hands with a cast of green flames. The weapon rocketed back into his right hand, and he examined it for a moment. The hilt was still completely intact, and there was still a jagged edge where the steel blade was once attached.Fuck it. It was better than nothing.He ran his hand over the remains of the dagger and enchanted it with his Divine light. The blade stretched outward until it formed into the shape of a more traditional one-handed sword. He did a quick spin to get a handle on the weapon, and then he rushed toward Aruna.As he approached, the assassin punched Ira’s sub in the face and tugged the enchanted whip out of her hands. Instantly, the flames extinguished from the bone hilt of the weapon, and Aruna used it to her advantage.The assassin flipped the pointed bone in her hand, ducked out of the way of the dom’s morning star, and drove the pointy end of the hilt into the sub’s stomach. The sub’s eyes widened,
Logan shook his head and summoned red Magicfire into his hands. "I always hated this trope," he muttered to himself.“How big is Logan’s dick?” Ira asked out of the blue.Logan shot her a raised eyebrow, and the elves shrugged.“What?” she shrugged. “The real Kelda would know, wouldn’t she?”“Oh, it’s huge,” the blonde on the left mused.The other one looked Logan right in the eye and slowly began to pull down the waistband of her pants. “Yes, it’s much, much bigger than Azar’s,” she continued, “and Earl’s.”“Earl was an asshole,” the other Kelda continued. “He wasn’t as kind or as loving as you are, Logan. Can’t you see it’s me?”The elves on the right lowered her waistband down just far enough that her left thigh was exposed. There, right below her tiny waist, sat the scar from one of Earl’s torture sessions.It was her.“Honey,” the real Kelda hissed, “you don’t even know the half of it. Earl left his mark on me, in more ways than one.”“I know,” the “other Kelda” mused. “He to
"What happened?" Logan demanded. "Where the hell did they go?""I don't know, Logan," Abina sighed. "There were so many of them and only two of us.""I know, I know," Logan said and held out a comforting hand. "It's not your fault. We didn't know we were going to have company, especially not so many of them.""Do you think they were cultists?" Abina asked her sisters."I'm sure of it," Ira nodded. "They travel in packs, know how to cast powerful Magicfire magic, and they knew who we all were. They're definitely part of some demon-worshipping cult. The only question is, whose?"Logan stood back to his feet and tightened his fist. "I know exactly who can tell us," he growled and stomped back toward the door.The five of them ran back through the remnants of the club, back to where Aruna was still waiting patiently."Alright, Aruna, who were those people helping you?" Logan asked. "They were mortals. Are they part of some demon's cult?"Aruna chuckled. "You thought the Cult of Azar