“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
The athletic blonde just crossed her arms at Beth’s words. “My entire life consists of two things, sister, fighting and fucking. If it isn’t related to one of those two, then I don’t really give a shit.” “Most dark elvess, particularly the male ones, are egotistical to the core,” Beth explained. “I truly believe that Azar would have cut you a deal before you decided to go and make it personal.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Logan held out my hands. “Are you telling me it was the dick jokes that set him off? Not the whole ‘murdering his pimp and assassins’ thing?” “The mind of a dark elves is a bizarre thing, Logan.” The redhead looked up at him with her bright smile. “It takes but the simplest thing to set them off into a blind rage… although the girls were certainly telling the truth. Yours is much bigger.” “Well, at least he can take solace in that,” Logan laughed. “Why do ninety percent of our conversations come back to "Logan’s dick?” Rafe interru
The crowd hissed and booed at the man’s words. “Let this so-called ‘Lord’ have his dead animals,” he continued. “For the War of the Divine has been reignited at our master’s behest, and metaphysical entities have begun to pick their sides. I must ask you, my brothers and sisters, whose side are you on?” “Lucifer!” they called back in unison. “Who do we serve?” The pitch of the man’s voice was now growing more and more shrill. “Azar, the King of the Fourth Circle!” the voices of the cult members roared in unison. “Then give up to him this beast of burden!” the man shrieked. “Let this beast inherit your sins, and he shall bring our master strength!” Every member of the cult reached out their hands toward the remaining goat as they began to mumble. They each must have been saying different things this time because their words mixed together into an incomprehensible drone. After a few minutes, they all lowered their hands in what looke
“Brothers, sisters! Kill them all!” The leader of the cult pointed his enchanted daggers at the five of them, and the rest of the group began to swarm as they charged in their direction. Logan was really hoping it wasn’t going to come to this. He shook his head, and the familiar dull thumping echo in his temples confirmed that his blue horns had sprouted. “I was,” Kelda said with a snicker from his right side. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a good fight.” “You’re sadistic, sister,” Abina cooed. “Incoming!” he warned his friends as he threw up a purple barrier. A slew of red fire smashed into the violet wall like raindrops on a windshield. With his free hand, he unleashed his own blast of red fire into the crowd of cultists. A couple of flashes of defensive purple rose from the spellcasters, but screams of pain rang out and confirmed that he had hit some of his targets. “Rafe, Beth,” he commanded, “you guys take the people on the left. Kelda a