An Interruption

There was a crack of stone, followed by a rush like a cave in. Part of the ceiling collapsed, Blaze moving instinctively in front of Lois Lane as the rock hit the floor. The reporter peeked around her form to see what had caused it to fall through...and a familiar form rose, dust on his bright red cape, eyes burning red...

"I couldn't help but overhear," Superman rose to his full height. Lois had always admired the poise and confidence he had, as though nothing in the world could touch him...and there were few things that could, as she well knew. "I have an objection to this wedding."

"This is none of your affair, Kryptonian!" Blaze hissed, black lightning gathering around her hands in a pair of dark auras. "I have breached none of your laws! You trespass against me at your peril."

"Lois, I don't know what she's told you, but..." The man of steel cocked his head, seeming to stare straight through her. "...you're pregnant. Did she...did you **** her?"

A sudden flash of anger in Superman's voice as her turned his attention back to Blaze, his eyes glowing as bright as the sun.

"No!" Lois said, moving from behind Blaze, not bothering to cover her nudity. "It's not like that, it was...consensual. Superman, please, I know this is a...lot to take in..."

"She's controlling you. I don't know what she told you, but she lied to you. Blaze is evil, Lois. Always has been. Stand aside. I'll take care of her, and then we'll..."

"You'll take care of nothing!" Blaze hissed.

"STOP!" Lois yelled. "She didn't lie to me, Superman." The reporter's voice got soft. "She told me she loves me."

"Lois..." Superman's eyes sputtered and sparked out, returning to his familiar baby blues. He reached up and undid his cape, placing it around her shoulders, covering her nudity. "...I love you. I still do. I'll marry you, I'll help you with the babies, but please, Blaze is..."

"...your doom, if you touch my bride again!" Blaze roared.

"Stop! Just stop it, both of you!" Lois shrieked. "I need to think."

In a testament to the hold a mortal woman might have over immortal hearts, or the pleasure mortal thighs might bear to immortal pricks, that the two demigods did stand rigid and unmoving.

"I'll marry you"—how long had Lois hoped to hear Superman say those very words? Why now of all times, when she was pregnant with a demon spawn, all set to marry someone else? It was like a Jane Austen novel on mescaline, a torrid soap opera desperately seeking to survive sweeps week. But Lois knew this wasn't fiction, it was her life...and more than her life at stake.

"Lois..." Blaze's voice was less harsh. "...you need to choose. I would have you of your own free will, or not at all. This choice is yours to make. But it must be now. Because once I have you, I will not give you up, not for all the men in this world."

Superman set his mouth in a firm line. "Lois...she's the devil. I can't tell you what to do, but she cannot be trusted. Please...come with me."