“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

“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.”

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

“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

“So, I have a question for you elves dudettes,” Rafe asked from the passenger seat of Shadow. “What happens if the halfling comes out as some super-hot chick and totally wants my massive schlong?” “I don’t think it works that way, Rafe.” Kelda chuckled. “The halfling will come out as a child, like any mortal baby.” “Then why are we driving halfway across the country to stop its birth?” the goblin questioned. “Shouldn’t that give us, like, eighteen years to prepare for that demon dude or dudette’s return?” “The cultists will be able to feed off its magic the second it’s born,” Kelda explained. “The raw power of a halfling with Azar’s DNA is all they will need to bring the King of the Fourth Circle back to our Realm.” “And reunite the Seventy-Two Servants,” Abina finished. “Seventy,” Logan reminded everyone. “We killed two of them already, and they were both pushovers.” “They were both isolated, alone, and taken by surprise,” the blonde