Logan raised his right arm into the air and tried to distribute the heat evenly across the shards. The plastic on the back began to dribble down the walls of the breakroom. He released both of his spells and held his breath hoping it would work. Rafe and the elves looked around in awe as they marveled at the house of a thousand tiny mirrors he had just created. “Damn, he’s sexy,” Rafe spoke to his own reflection as he tousled the small bit of wiry hair on his head. The next few hours were spent with Rafe reminding them of the various ways cultures have tried to capture elves and spirits through the years. They used a few sticks from outside and fabric from old clothes they found in the store to create some rough woven spirit traps. Rafe had the elves write some spells out on the walls in Latin, and Logan drew out a couple more traps and hid them under rugs, tables, and debris in hopes that Voidmoth would unknowingly stumble onto them. Rafe even fou
They weren’t going to wait for this asshole to slither his way out of this one. Logan tried to summon his fire once more while Kelda made a swishing motion with her arms and then hurled a massive blue flame at Voidmoth. It smacked into the elve lord and froze him in his place. “Freezing fire!” the blonde elve shouted. The elve may have been unable to move, but the slimy material continued to ooze out of every pore on the pimp’s body. Voidmoth’s frozen figure began to take a few shallow, restricted breaths before he tensed his body and sent the deadly goo spraying in every direction. “Heads up!” Logan yelled as he summoned a flame shield over us. The acidic black substance sizzled as it evaporated on the purple flames. Flecks of the goo were also flung onto the drawing of Solomon’s Key and melted it in enough places to break the circle. The elve’s body fell onto the ground with a thud, and he stood back up as he brushed the dust off his suit.
Logan’s aim was perfect. Voidmoth had been too busy focusing on his bindings, and he didn’t expect Logan to throw a simple-looking glass bottle at him. The trap smacked the elve--asshole right in the chest, and then the magic flowed out of the neck like fog. Seconds after making contact with its target, the enchanted vessel levitated into the air and released a series of ectoplasmic silver strings out of its neck. The wires wrapped themselves around Voidmoth’s wrists, ankles, and neck, and the man in the suit let out a gasp as he struggled for air. Logan heard him say, “I’ve had just about enough of your games, Mr. Logan,” and the fear was now clear in his voice. Then the smoky ghost-wires began to tighten around him. Voidmoth let out a frantic scream as the pungent smell of sulfur grew in the abandoned building. Streams of red Magicfire traveled up the strings and ignited the bottle in a glow of crimson. It burned brightly for a moment, shattered
It still felt like Logan was dreaming. They had just destroyed the man who wanted to take his women away, and now they were free. The three of them could do whatever the hell they wanted for the rest of their lives. And now, with his newfound luck and Vegas winnings, it was sure to be a life full of luxury, relaxation, and sex. It was the dawn of a new day as well as the beginning of their new lives together. Abina and Kelda stirred briefly as Logan got out of bed, but then they wrapped their sleepy arms around each other and dozed back off. He couldn’t help but admire the two elvesi as they slept. They were so peaceful, and now they were his. There was nothing that was going to get in their way. The first thing Logan did when he woke up in their swanky hotel room the next morning was to call up room service and order a bottle of their finest, most expensive champagne. His stomach growled, and he briefly considered ordering breakfast, but t
Logan rolled his eyes as he spoke into the phone. “And some French toast. I think that will complete our order.” “Wait! Don’t forget the pancakes,” Rafe reminded him. “Okay, can I get two stacks of pancakes?” Logan asked. “Of course,” the woman replied. “Oh, and get some berries too,” Rafe asked. “Like the red and blue ones.” “Can I get some strawberries and blueberries too?” Logan asked. “Do they have Grapenuts?” Rafe asked. “I could totally go for some Grapenuts.” “Uhh, do you have Grape—” “Yes, sir,” she interrupted him. “I’ll get you some Grapenuts too. With milk.” “What about yogurt?” Rafe asked. “I think we could totally go for some yogurt.” “And uhhh… some yogurt,” Logan asked. “Did you forget about sausage?” Rafe asked, raising a disbelieving goblinish eyebrow. “Can I have some sausage?” Logan asked. “Yes you can,” she replied. “And a pepperoni pizza,” Rafe said with a note of finality to his
Logan exclaimed through a mouthful of drool, “Grab a plate and dig in!” Kelda picked up a piece of bacon and crushed it in her palm and said. “This flesh is weak.” Logan explained, “Exactly. That’s what makes it so good. The last thing he wanted was rubbery bacon.” Abina didn’t share her sister’s sentiments. She picked up a handful of bacon and shoved it into her mouth happily. The dark-haired elve crunched them around for a few seconds, swallowed, and rolled her eyes back in her head. “It tastes almost as good as Logan’s meat, Kelda,” Abina giggled. The fit elves shoveled four pieces into her mouth at once. Kelda let the flavor wash over her before she gulped down her meal. She looked at Logan in satisfaction. “It gives him a run for his money, but I think I still prefer Logan.” She winked. Rafe shook his head back and forth in dismay, saying, “Welp, that’s it. I’m never going to be able to eat bacon again, guys. Thanks for that.” Th
Logan couldn’t believe his eyes as the massive bull creature stomped its feet onto the ground and prepared to charge. Gallu huffed again as it propelled itself in their direction. Logan grabbed Rafe and rolled out of the way while Kelda leapt upwards, over the creature’s massive bulk. However, the big elve didn’t seem to notice that they had dodged him, and his hooves tore through the carpet, and his horns impaled their couch. Gallu skidded to a stop in the living room and swung his head around with their couch still hanging from his horns. It seemed like he couldn’t see them, and Kelda used the opportunity to launch a handful of baseball-sized fireballs toward the monster. Then Gallu raised his hands to block them. He threw up a portal of green flame In the path of the shimmering red fire blasts and transported them to the position behind Gallu, shouting, “Not this time, asshole!” The big ugly asshole didn’t expect the attacks to hit him f
“Jokes? Now?” Logan asked as he rushed over, jumped through the hole in the wall, into the bedroom suite, and found Kelda laid unconscious on the floor. The blonde woman’s robe was completely burnt off from Gallu’s attack, and her naked body looked so vulnerable. He didn’t have time to check her pulse, so he picked up the elve’ body and tossed her over his other shoulder. Then he returned to the main suite room and put Abina’s still-unconscious body over his other shoulder. The Logan from three days ago wouldn’t have been able to lift both women as easily as he was, but he was at one thousand percent adrenaline right now, and they both seemed to weigh as much as blankets. “How are they gonna get out of here?” Rafe’s panicked voice came from the other room as Logan turned towards the front door. “This whole place is going up like dry tinder,” Logan yelled back. “I don’t even think the fire escape is safe at this point.” “Logan, I think this might be it for us,” R