“That’s…” Logan couldn’t finish at first with how much he was laughing. “That’s not what sloth means.” “Wait, it isn’t?” Rafe asked as he tilted his goblin head sideways like a confused dog. “No dude,” he sighed. “Didn’t you pay attention at all in school?” “You know I didn’t,” Rafe laughed. “But you studied all this occult stuff, so—” “I just thought whenever they talked about sloth it was a big sloth,” Rafe said with a self-satisfied nod. “So, one of the seven deadly sins is a sloth?” Logan asked.“Well, a really, really big one with like long sharp claws and teeth like a monster wolverine. Then he’d stomp through cities and terrorize all the heathens.” As Rafe spoke, Logan could imagine that he raised his arms to his side like Godzilla and moved like he was stomping on imaginary buildings. “Bro, I love you,” Logan laughed. “You make every day awesome.” “Awww,” Rafe sighed. “Jakey, I love you too. Come on, let’s hug it ou
“And they will,” Logan reassured the elves. “It all starts with preventing Azar's return.” “So if there’s a Cougar Club, what did they call you guys?” Rafe asked through the tension. The three elves looked at each other for a moment and then started to laugh. “They’re the Circle of Sin,” Beth said as a sly smile spread up her face. “It makes me chuckle every time I say it out loud.” Kelda shook her head. “It was that Voidmoth's idea.” “Their former master was full of bad ideas,” Abina added. “For example, he thought he could rip them away from their beloved Logan. And now he’s dead.” “You’re welcome,” Logan joked and pointed at Abina with a forkful of eggs. “I get it.” Rafe’s position was given away by the maple syrup that dribbled down his invisible chin. “All the different groups of elves are like army battalions with their own codenames and shit.” “Precisely.” Beth nodded. “Fighting was their main function when they weren’t doing their o
“But what about Kelda?” Logan questioned. “She’s a fallen light elve” “I’m still a soldier,” the blonde interjected. “The only difference is that I was created in the image of one of the Divine rather than a demon.” “I thought you said you and dark queen went back before the Revolution?” Rafe seemed completely lost now. “I’m a madame on par with the lords of Hell,” Beth explained, pointing to the other elve. “I existed long before either of these two did.” Suddenly, Logan’s mind wandered into a dark place. “Beth,” he asked, “what happens if I die? Will Abina and Kelda survive?” “We’re never going to find that out!” Kelda cut off the redhead before she could respond. “You are our master now, Logan, and you’re the most badass, loving, and well-endowed guy we could ask for. We’re going to kill the rest of these demons, and we’ll kick the ass of anyone who stands in our way.” “To Logan!” Abina raised a glass of milk into the air. Beth, Keld
“What’s the matter?” Ira mocked. “Cat got your tongue in a vice?” “No,” Logan huffed. “I’m just thinking about how lame that little bone whip was when Voidmoth used it.” “This time you will see it used in the hands of a true master!” the dark-haired woman squealed as she lashed out at him with the whip. Logan knocked the whip away with a small shield of purple flame, and it ricocheted into the bathroom mirror. Shards of glass sprayed across the tiny room, but he quickly cast an emerald spell to send the deadly projectiles away from him and back at his assailant. The glass reappeared beside Ira, and the elve dissolved a few of them with her own blast of red Magicfire. The remaining shards stabbed into the woman’s left arm, and she let out a moan of pure ecstasy. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” she smiled sadistically as she looked down at the glass sticking out of her arm. “Do it more. Please. Beat me like a naughty puppy.” “Sister Ira,” Lo
Kelda released her Lady's hand, and Beth passed her glowing fire over Ira’s wounds. As she did so, the melted flesh molded back into its regular shape and returned to its original peach skin tone. Once the petite, black-haired elve had been healed, Beth released her spell and stood back up. Logan reached down toward Ira, and she cautiously accepted his hand. He pulled her back to her feet, but then she took a few steps back in caution. “I appreciate what you did for me today,” she confessed, “especially the rough foreplay.” She raised a finger. “But this changes nothing. I am still loyal to the King of the Fourth Circle, as is my dominant half. The next time we meet, you’ll get to feel her wrath.” “What about your promise just now?” Kelda reminded the elve. A sly smile slid up Ira’s face. “Very well. I’ll give you a hint.” The dark-haired elve quickly summoned a ball of turquoise flames into both of her hands. She hurled one of the fireballs at Logan, and
“I’m discovering more and more by the minute why these girls love to be around you, Logan,” Beth’s voice cooed from the back seat of our Jeep. “It seems like there is never a single dull moment when in your company.” “That’s nothing new for us, is it, Jakey?” Rafe giggled. “We were the life of the party long before we went all demonic and red.” “If by ‘life of the party,’ he means ‘always working and barely having enough to live off,’ then sure,” Logan answered before he let out a chuckle. “Don’t be so modest, bro,” Rafe puffed at his joint. “Once you let go of everything and realize just how awesome you are, life gets ten times better. That’s how I’ve always lived my life. One quarter mile at a time.” “Pretty sure Vin Diesel said that in Fast and Furious,” Logan pointed out. “He got it from me,” Rafe said with a knowing smile. “Remember how you were donating plasma to pay the rent,” Logan reminded him. “Meh, who needs plasma?” He shrugged and
“Just don’t get into too much trouble,” Logan pointed his finger in the general direction of Rafe’s voice. “Moi?” The goblin sounded hurt. “Get into trouble? Never!” Rafe let out a mischievous giggle as he ran toward the beach, and miniature hoofprints appeared in the sand behind him. Logan and the elves began to walk down the boardwalk, and the girls marveled at all the sounds and sights. Not far from where they parked was a small shop that carried all sorts of beach attire and novelties. “This looks like as good a place as any,” Logan said as he opened the door for the girls. The inside of the store seemed to be designed in the modern chic style, with lots of dark grays, whites, and hardwood floors. The store wasn’t very full. A few surfer-looking dudes with black shirts and name tags were folding clothes at the racks, and a few bikini and trunk-clad tourists walked around chatting as they looked at products. Logan pointed back at the wall o
“Oh no,” Logan corrected the boy. “They’re wearing the stuff they’re buying. Those are their old clothes.” “Wow,” the boy said in disbelief. “I didn’t think anything they had in this store could look like that!” Abina leaned down over the counter, and her massive breasts were now barely being held in place by the tiny strings of fabric. “Thank you for the compliment.” The curvy woman smiled. “I didn’t know they could look this good, either. I always thought one-pieces were for prudes.” Any sense of subtlety was now completely out the window, and the boy stared directly at Abina’s cleavage. Logan pulled out one of Robert Quinn’s credit cards and slid it across the counter. The kid wasn’t paying attention, and he didn’t really blame him. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he had to clear his throat to get the cashier’s attention. “I’m sorry!” the cashier fumbled at the cash register. “Will that be debit or credit?”