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
Logan asked Kelda, “How are you feeling?” as she stirred in the backseat. “About as good as I can be for getting blasted by a hexed ball of Magicfire,” she replied as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. Logan then turned to Kelda’s sister, Abina, and asked, “You okay?” “I’ve been better,” Abina sighed. “What happened?” “Jakey and I saved the day again!” Rafe exclaimed. “But mostly me.” Rafe friend spent the next five minutes explaining what happened, mostly truthfully, except for the part about him pulling a rocket launcher out of his pocket and blasting Gallu in the face to distract him so that Logan could stab him. “Unfortunately, we’re not safe yet,” Logan continued after Rafe had brought them up to speed. “Azar is still out there, and he’s going to keep sending his lackeys after us until we’re dead. Unless we get to him first.” “Azazel is one of Demon Lord's captain a most powerful elves lords, that works for the Dark Queen” Abina warned. “I’m not sure
Logan asked Rafe, “Sidekick?” “Shhhh, bro,” Rafe whispered. “I would never, ever, ever say that to your face. Even if it’s true. You are my friend, and all. I like to think we are equals in this story.” A few hours of driving later, they passed through the Rockies in Colorado and were on the plains of the eastern part of the state. As much as Logan loved the desert, he couldn’t help but marvel at the natural wonders that acted as a divide between the Great Plains and the Southwest. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t been horrified at the thought of Lola traveling along mountain passes that were just big enough for their car to fit through. But Rafe had assured them that his baby could make it through anything, and she had done well. Now it was nothing but an open road and cornfields between them and their destination. Unless they decided to take another detour. “I think I’ve got it, guys!” Rafe exclaimed as he jumped up and down in the seat
“I’m touched,” Logan said as his stomach growled with hunger. They had been so focused on getting away from the scene of the crime that they hadn’t eaten much more than a granola bar and some candy that they picked up the last time they stopped to get gas. It had to have been five or six hours ago. Logan was sure that he wasn’t the only one who was starving at this point. In the distance, he could see a large neon sign that flashed, “Truck Stop, Exit 96.” It was like an oasis that sprung o”t of the vast emptiness of the plains and called to him like a siren. He flicked on his turn signal and headed toward the exit. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could use some grub.” Logan patted his stomach. “Bro, I could probably eat an entire cow right now, and that’s not just the munchies talking!” Rafe agreed. “We’re always read to eat.” Abina nodded. “Earth Realm’s food is much tastier than what we have back home.” “I think anything would taste be
The four of them walked over to the restaurant side of the truck stop, and Logan was hit with the aroma of buttery homemade mashed potatoes mixed with freshly seared steak and a hint of hoppy light beer. Kelda and Abina plopped happily into a booth halfway down the restaurant. Logan sat down across from them and slid across the vinyl seat toward the window. As he slid, his hip crashed into an unseen force, and Rafe let out a yelp. “Hands off the merchandise, bro,” Rafe’s disembodied voice laughed. “Good evening, folks!” an overly excited waitress greeted them. The woman in front of them had to have been in her late twenties or early thirties at the latest. She wore her strawberry red hair back in a ponytail, and her hair stuck out from the clasp of her black baseball cap. She wore a tight red v-neck underneath the apron that hung off her torso and carried a handful of straws and her notepad. The server’s jeans clung to her wide hips, and Logan could nea
The moderator completely ignored the politician’s words and nodded for Ira to continue. “Thanks, Jim,” she retorted. Ira grabbed the mic off the podium and began to walk around the stage gingerly. “My fellow Arizonians,” she explained. “The reason I bring this up here, in front of you, is because I don’t want my opponent to weasel his way out of these accusations behind a PR team. There’s far too much of that in the political world. No, Bill, I want you to face the music here, in front of our constituents.”“About what?” Hoggins chuckled awkwardly. “So I was a male prostitute? So what? As you said, all of my clients were consenting adults.”Ira shot the man an angry look and tightened her grip on the microphone. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. You see, being the businessman that he is, Mr. Hoggins just had to have his cake and eat it too. He was much more than a prostitute, my friends. He built an entire sex worker empire up there in Vegas.”“Lies!
“Political Dominatrix?” Logan questioned. “Do I even want to know?” “Yeah, bro,” Rafe explained. “It’s totally the standard outfit of politicians. I call it that because the people that wear it like to put it on while they fuck us senseless.”“Is that what being a politician is?” Tris asked, surprised. “No wonder Ira was always so engaged with Marvin Franklin’s campaign.”“It’s a metaphor,” Logan sighed. “Like, the politicians are fucking over the people.”“I’m not using a metaphor,” Rafe argued. “They’re literally fucking us in a bareback, raw-dog, ‘bite the pillow’ sort of way.”“That sounds right up Ira’s alley.” Tris nodded in agreement.“And now, Mr. Hoggins’ opponent,” the moderator interrupted. “Former wife of Marvin Franklin, the man who used to represent the seventh district, Maggie Franklin!”The crowd applauded for Ira but not nearly as much as they had for Hoggins. To make up for the lack of enthuBethsm, Rafe, the elves, and Logan all made sure to hoot and holler as lou
Wearing a tuxedo generally went a long way in improving Logan's mood, and tonight was no different. He sat there at the massive round table, decked out in a jet-black tux complete with its own vest and bowtie. This was a black-tie affair, and Logan was never one to come underdressed.Luckily for him, neither were any of his friends.Logan's friend Libidine sat directly next to him at the round table, and it was taking everything in his power to keep from gawking at her perfect and massive breasts. The succubus wore a sparkly silver dress that had a wide, plunging neckline. If it weren't for the dress's halter top, her delicious boobs would have been flopping out all over the place.Of course, Logan wouldn't have complained if they were.Then there was Cupi. Surprisingly, the Sister of Greed had little to no interest in fashion, but she was still dressed to the nines. The fit succubus wore a tight red dress with an off-shoulder neckline that ran all the way down to her knees. It had th
The assassin’s body was now bubbling like crazy, and some of the boils were growing to nearly the size of a baseball. His face began to contort into an unrecognizable, abstract horror, and then his torso began to expand. “Oh shit!” Rafe exclaimed. “He’s gonna go Big Trouble in Little China on us. Hit the deck!” Logan and the others dove to the ground, and then there was a loud, sloppy-sounding pop. Logan could feel the chunks of gooey gore crash into his body, and he was nearly mortified. He pulled himself to his feet and observed the scene.The assassin’s body was completely gone, or more accurately, it was scattered all across the inside of the Cult of Ralston’s headquarters. Pieces of furry spider flesh ran down the walls and left a trail of green gore in its wake. The assassin's organs were spread across the ground at various intervals.This place was going to need a real deep cleaning as soon as possible. Logan nearly gagged as he wiped the slimy remains of the creature off
As Logan ran towards the assailant, he drew the jagged remains of his goat-headed dagger from his belt, ran his Magicfire-covered hand over the base of the blade, and enchanted it. The jagged, broken steel stretched out into a fiery cutlass, and he readied his weapon for the assault. The spider-creature threw out the pointy end of its leg in his direction. He was probably hoping that Logan would run into the point and skewer himself, but luckily for Logan, he wasn't that stupid. Instead, Logan twisted his glowing blade and parried the deadly appendage away with a flick of his wrist. He ducked down, spun around, and lopped off another one of the creature's back legs. As the spider-demon fell awkwardly onto its knees, Logan saw a. flash of Abina's polearm as the blunt end shot up and struck him in the chin. Green mist sprayed upward, and the demon was now dripping its own sludge-like blood out of its mouth. Logan wasted no time in thrusting his sword in the direction o
Logan surveyed the battlefield around him and saw that, despite their best efforts, the army of oversized spiders was quickly overwhelming them. They were already halfway up Raphael’s body, and they had Gula nearly completely covered with their horrid wave. It was like they kept multiplying faster than they could kill them. “Precision strike?” Rafe suggested. Logan nodded to the goblin, and then they both ran toward their friends. He created a series of ascending platforms for the goblin to climb, and he acrobatically hopped up the makeshift stairs with ease. Once he was at the top, he flipped up into the sky above Gula and rained down a hailstorm of tiny balls of Magicfire. The spiders screamed as they were burned off the elves’ torso and arms.Once she had her upper body free, Gula took a swing with her enchanted battle axe. Chunks of spider and greenish blood flew up into the sky, and then the elves was free.“Save Abina,” Logan nodded to the redhead as he dashed toward Kelda
Logan started to take a step toward one of the two gentlemen, but then he froze. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was off about these two.When the boys moved, it was almost like they were suspended like marionettes on strings. Then there were their voices, which seemed devoid of all emotions even though they wore large smiles on their faces.Something wasn't right here.“Actually, I think I'm gonna stay over here,” Logan explained. “But you boys are more than welcome to tell me all about the ‘good news’ from a distance.”The boy on the left looked at his friend. “I was afraid he'd say that.” He sighed and then turned back to them. “The good news is that we finally found you, Logan Ralston.”In an instant, the two creepy-looking young men began to glow with a black ectoplasmic substance. They reached out and took each other's hands, and then their bodies began to meld together into one large, ominous blob. Finally, the magical nebula began to take on a
“What’s the matter?” Logan asked with a grin. “Are you shy?”The redhead snorted. “Anything but,” she argued. “It’s just… I don’t know… I feel like Sister Abina and Sister Kelda are putting a lot of pressure on me to hook up with you.”“Really?” Logan noted sarcastically. “I didn’t notice.”They passed by a few of the offices of the lower-level cult members, and then they were at the computer room. Logan stepped aside and let the elves enter the room first.“Well… I want to,” Gula continued. “I really, really want to. But--”“You want to ease into things,” Logan finished her sentence. “I get it, Gula. We don’t have to rush into that if you’re not ready.”“What?” the Sister of Gluttony asked with a confused quirk of her lips. “That’s not what I meant at all.”“What did you mean, then?” Logan questioned.Gula looked down at the ground bashfully and then turned her head up to stare him in the eyes. The elves bit her lip, and Logan could see that her nipples were growing erec
Shadow sped through the streets of Phoenix, under cover of the dark desert night. The second that Rafe and Tris had returned from their munchie run, Logan snagged the keys to the vehicle and decided to head toward his cult’s hideout. If they really were going to be tracking down a missing Archangel, rallying his cultists was probably the best place to start. “I still don’t get why you didn’t just call Oliver,” Rafe muttered from the middle seat. “It would have saved me from being uncomfortably smashed between two guys for an entire car ride. I think I’ve had to say ‘no homo’ more times today than I have in my entire life.” “Doubtful,” Raphael uttered under his breath. “What’d you say, angel boy?” Rafe demanded. “We may be best buds, but don’t think I won’t give you the ol’ one-two, one-two if you get outta line.” “Of course,” the Archangel said with a coy smile. “I’d never think of insulting you, Rafe.” “Damn straight,” the goblin nodded, “but, as the leader of this group, I’ll le