Logan whistled out to Beth, and a black beam of Magicfire shot across the landscape and engulfed the elve. Instantly, the red Magicfire walls disappeared with a puff of smoke.He looked up at Quinn, whose body was now surrounded by a dark flame, and saw that he was trying to run. Logan reached out, caught him with a jade spell, and then tossed him back toward the house.The elve's body smashed through the sliding glass door as if it were made of cardboard and then disappeared from view. “Excellent work, guys,” Logan called out as the four of them ran toward the mansion. “Now we just need to make sure Rafe did his part!” As he dashed through the broken glass of the sliding door, a wide grin spread across his face when he saw that his best friend had set up his trap. Robert Quinn was frozen in midair above a Key of Solomon that had been scratched into the kitchen floor. The asshole grimaced and tensed as he tried to free himself, but his powers were com
“Rafester, out!” the goblin threw up his arms in confusion and then booked it down the tile path. “Is that okay, master?” Beth purred. “I, uhhh sure. You can watch.” “Of course it is!” Kelda said slyly. “On one condition. You have to join us next time.” “We’ll see, Kelda,” the redhead protested. “For now, I just want to see how this mortal performs.” “Oh, you won’t be disappointed,” Abina cooed. “Hop in, Logan. The water is lovely.” Logan walked toward the edge of the pool, but Kelda stopped him.“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.“Oh yeah.” He slid his boxers down his legs and tossed them off to the side. Beth let out an audible gasp of surprise from behind him, and the eyes of the two elves in the pool lit up with hunger. “I told you he was big,” Kelda smirked. “But not—Holy fuck!” Beth covered her mouth as the curse slipped out. “Wow, Logan.” Abina laughed. “Your
Logan wasn’t even that hungry, but the sight of all the food that Rafe had ordered made his stomach turn over happily. The imp stood triumphantly on the kitchen table of Quinn’s mansion with his hands on his hips. All around him was what could only be described as a literal mountain of takeout containers, some of which he had already devoured. “So, get this, bro,” he said through a mouthful of rice. “While you guys were out there playing hide the sausage, I went exploring the place, and guess what I found?” “A collection of vintage Playboys?” Logan asked. “An artisanal bong?” Abina asked. “Bondage gear?” Kelda guessed. “I guess I’m more predictable than I thought.” Rafe chuckled and then plunked down a leather square on the table. “When we fried this bastard, he didn’t have his wallet on him. That means we’ve got all his credit cards, his social security number, and most importantly…” “An goblin that can impersonate Quinn and approve all his
“Didn’t we have this exact conversation a few minutes ago?” Logan raised his eyebrow coyly. “We did.” Kelda laughed. “And like always, I was the one who finally pushed you both over the edge.” “Thank your lucky stars that you don’t have to put up our other sister,” Beth interjected. “She’d beat you within an inch of your life before she’d let you finish the job.” “I didn’t see you helping.” The blonde stuck out her tongue at her madame. “I helped plenty, didn’t I Logan?” Beth winked. “And I didn’t even have to lift a finger.” Logan laughed. “I think you lifted a few fingers if I remember correctly.” “Three,” Beth bashfully cooed. “Guys, unless you want to see all of this delicious food come back up on the floor, we should stop talking about your sexcapades.” Rafe rolled his eyes. “What’s even left?” Logan asked. “I feel like we’ve eaten everything you ordered and then some.” “I’m glad you asked, Logan.” Rafe be
“Uhg, Raph.” Kelda rolled her eyes. “He’s such a goodie-two-shoes.” “He’s a divine LightDuke,” Logan laughed as he dialed the contact number Raph had given them after their battle with Azar. “You don’t get much more pure than that.” “Oh, please,” the blonde waved her hand in front of her face. “I know Raph, and he’s anything but pure. Yet I’m the one who got kicked out of the Army of the Divine, and he’s the one who was promoted. Same crime, different punishment.” “If I didn’t know any better, sister, I’d say you’re still bitter,” Abina chuckled. Kelda lifted her slender hand and ran her fingers through Abina’s dark hair lovingly. “Maybe just a little, but there’s a silver lining to everything. If I hadn’t fallen, I would never have met you or Beth or Logan.” “I think I got all the blood cleaned off,” Rafe shivered as he returned through the hole where the patio door had been. “I even used those little water jet thingies in the shower to make s
“Wait.” Rafe’s mouth fell agape, and then a wide grin spread across his face. “Did you just say ‘pager?’ Like, the little black box that beeps when somebody calls you?” “Yes…?” Raph didn’t understand our amusement. “It’s state-of-the art human technology.” “If this were 1987!” Rafe fell over onto the ground as he started laughing hysterically. “Where did you get it, Radio Shack?” “Circuit City,” the dark-haired man corrected. Rafe roared with laughter as he held his arms across his belly and rolled back and forth. “It’s served me well for decades. I’ll continue using it until it breaks.” Raph shrugged. Rafe stood up and wiped away a tear. “Can I borrow your phone, Jakey?” he asked and then turned back to Raph. “Raph, I need to show you this. It’s gonna blow your mind.” The goblin motioned for Raph to come closer as he used his free hand to grab my phone and tap at the screen. “You see, this is called a smartphone,
“Uh, thanks,” Logan rolled his eyes and tried not to sound disgusted. “You might want to delete your search history, though,” Rafe reached up and rubbed his eyes with his right hand. “Especially if you’re planning on traveling to Rhode Island. So, what’d I miss?” “Seriously?” asked in an annoyed tone. As much as Rafe had missed, it only took them a few minutes to catch him up to speed. Once they had finished telling the goblin what was going on, he slapped his hand to his knee happily. “Well, hot damn!” he said with an eager smile. “Cults, light Elves-Dark Elves Wars, and ancient demons getting the band back together? This was almost better than what I was watching upstairs. Almost.” “Does anyone have any ideas on how they can infiltrate this Cult? Or where they could even find them?” Logan asked the group. “I know there are a couple of sects out on the west coast,” Beth explained. “That’s where Azar always wanted to take me.”
“Cult members sure have weird fashion choices,” Abina said with a sigh from the backseat of our Jeep as it barreled down the highway. “There are no colors to make it pop or pretty designs or even a cute little saying to give it character. It’s just dark blue.” Kelda giggled. “Look at you, Abina. You’re on Earth for a month and suddenly a fashion designer.” “I don’t even like clothing, and I can agree these things are hideous,” Beth added. “I feel like I’m wearing a heavy blanket.” “I don’t know what you dudettes are talking about,” Rafe said through puffs of his blunt. “You guys look like fucking badasses.” “Says the only person who doesn’t have to wear one.” Logan laughed. “I offered!” The goblin shook his finger at me. “You’re the one who said that I wouldn’t blend in.” Logan shrugged. “I’m sorry if I thought a three-foot-tall dark elves in a saggy robe would stand out like a sore thumb,” he said. “People would have thought we brough