A Demon Wedding

The demon Blaze raised her hands, fingers spread wide. Black sparks gathered about her fingertips, and the electric light in the cavern grew dim. Lois could feel something, like an electric charge building in the air, and felt her hair begin to lift as the sparks increased in number and potency, becoming arc of dark lightning around her fingertips.

A cry, loud and guttural came from Blaze's throat, so deep that the reporter could feel it vibrate within her chest, and the floor quake beneath her...and then, strange and terrible, she made out words in the deep ululation:

Come forth O hosts of hell,

Come forth O favored damned,

Come forth O honored guests,

The bride is here!

Belial's get, thou art welcome,

Nergal's get, thou art welcome,

Lilith's daughters, thou art welcome,

Come witness this joining of souls!

Lightning cracked against stone, and an impressive heat seemed to shimmer throughout the air...and Lois was aware, dimly, of presences now, invisible but moving about. Instinctively she touched Blaze's hip, getting as close as she dared...and then the world flickered.

The cavern, previously bare stone, was now draped in black velvet and black roses, thorny vines twined about to garland the walls. Chairs of black wood now stood in rows, flanking an aisle that led down to the altar...and on the right side, Lois could see...monstrous shapes. Her breath caught in her throat as she noted the naked women with bat-like wings, the red humanoid like a shaved ape, the crawling caterpillar with a cherub's face stretched over its bony skull...and standing behind the altar in a red tunic and blue cape, a grinning yellow gargoyle holding a black book. Beside him, a great eyeless worm-like thing with skinny arms sat at a small organ.

Lois looked to her left, and the empty chairs of the "bride's side."

"It's a little lonely." Her joke seemed small and shallow...and then the black lightning flared, and Lois blinked.

Her father, General Lane, stood there in his military uniform—and next to him, her sister Lucy, in a black dress that would have made a Hot Topic goth weep with envy, holding a black bouquet. Then the rows filled, the people simply fading in. Perry White...Jimmy Olsen...Clark Kent...all of them seemed shocked and unnerved, smiling uneasily...

"They think this a dream," Blaze muttered in her ear. "Yet they know what goes on, they see and respond as they would, they know you. Now we must take our places."

Blaze moved down the aisle, to stand before the altar.

General Lane stiffly took his place at Lois' side, offering his arm.

"You're out of uniform," his voice was dry, but she could feel the emotion.

"I think it's the custom for demon weddings," Lois was suddenly acutely aware of her own nudity, of her friends and family seeing her in the buff, belly scratched and slightly swollen, cum still dripping down her inner thighs.

The general laid a hand on her arm. "Your mother would have liked to have been here." He paused. "Although I can safely say we never expected this, if it's what you want..."

Lois opened her mouth to answer...and the organ began to play the wedding march.

They stepped as if they had known their roles all their lives. Tears flowed down Lucy's eyes. Kent looked like he was staring through her. Jimmy Olsen just stared, his erection visible through his pants. And all the while, down the short aisle, Blaze watched...and Lois knew that if she turned and ran right now, she might escape. Yet she did not. At the altar, the general stood aside, leaving Lois there with Blaze by her side.

The yellow gargoyle grinned, and opened the book to recite the ceremony...

Dearly beloved, gathered here tonight

To merry cock and cunt, mortal and immortal,

To exchange vows this dark midnight,

And bind bride and bride that none can annul.

By First of the Fallen and the last of the damned,

By the hymns the fallen angels sing,

By the Rock of Eternity beneath which we stand,

We are here to join—Hast thou the ring?

The naked, winged woman stepped forward: she opened her hands to reveal a pair of plain gold bands, set with a single gem.

Blaze, daughter of thunder and the pits,

Take thee this mortal bride to wife?

To love and cherish; quim, arse, and tits,

Never to forsake in life or afterlife?

"I do," Blaze's voice was eager.

Lois Lane, do you take this demon bride?

In accordance with the ancient lore,

Through damnation's flame, always at her side,

To be her lawful wedded whore?