End: Call Blaze And Make A Deal

Lois Lane wasn't there for the raid on the club itself. Didn't stick around to see the caped crusaders descend from the night sky. She had heard, later, that Zatanna had called in the Sentinels of Magic and the Shadowpact and probably every other magic-themed hero they could to assist. How magical wards had gone up over the club, and the super-speedsters had extracted the club-goers to safety before any of the big fight went down.

No, Lois Lane wasn't there for it because when she had called Zatanna to tell the Justice League about this plot, the reporter had laid out her plan. Which is why as the superheroes prepared for an all-out war with the forces of Hell beneath the club, Lois Lane was in the back room of Madame Xanadu's fortune-teller shop.

The crimson demonic dildo was standing up in the middle of the pentagram. The blind mystic held out her hands, which were now chained to the chair with silver shackles at the point of the pentagram, almost-invisible lines of **** emanating from her fingers as she sought to make contact...

"...there is turmoil in the aether...the trap is ready to spring about her...when the heroes make their move, she will be unable to simply escape, either by teleportation or returning to some other dimension," the blind woman said.

"That's the plan," Lois said. "But tell her I'm the one who's calling."

The dark-haired blind woman bowed her head. Every muscle in her body seemed to go limp, and she slumped forward in the chair. There were four black candles at four points of the pentagram, and their flames flickered and spat sparks. By itself, the crimson cock rotated on its base so that the balls faced Lois Lane.

Lois knew the moment contact was made. Madame Xanadu's eyes went open, and they were no longer the filmy, sightless orbs of the mystic, but burned pure white from some inward light, with no pupil or iris at all. She sat up, her lips curling in a familiar Mona Lisa smile, her whole demeanor changed...and when she spoke it was with Blaze's voice.

"Sweetmeat. I didn't expect to hear from you so soon," the possessed medium said. She raised one arm and the silver chain rang. "What's this?"

"I'm offering you a deal," Lois said. "You're about to get busted. I'm offering you a get-out-of-jail free card."

A bark of laughter answered Lois, but the reporter crossed her arms in front of her chest...and then the magical noose that Zatanna and the other mystics were weaving around the club tightened.

"What? What has happened?" Blaze said, trying to rise from the chair and failing. Madame Xanadu's ankles were chained as well.

"That was your astral form being severed from your body by a very potent mystic barrier," Lois said. "You're now trapped in Madame Xanadu, for a while at least. The Justice League and the Sentinels of Magic are at the club now. They're going to defeat your minions, rescue those women you've enslaved, and take your body into custody. Then, they're going to come back here, exorcise you from her body, and lock you into a bottle for a thousand years," Lois said. "Or..."

She nodded at the dildo. The one spoke of the pentacle that had no candle, no barrier to entry, was pointed at the possessed medium. Madame Xanadu's face twitched. Those burning eyes stared into Lois. There was something like admiration in her expression. Her tongue whetted her lips.

"It burned you, didn't it? The way I left. Yet you still want it, don't you? That sweet cunt of yours. Why don't you bring it here and I'll..."

"Constantine?" Lois said.

The British museum stepped out of the shadows. He had a cattle prod in his hands.

Blaze's face faltered. She tried to twist around, to look at him, but the chains held her too tightly.

"Lois, you wouldn't...you won't!" she muttered, striving to move, hissing and snarling. "You're a good person. You sacrificed yourself to save those women. You wouldn't **** this body..."

For a moment, Lois hesitated. Her conviction seemed to drain from her. It was all a bluff, after all. She couldn't **** Blaze out of Madame Xanadu's body. If the demon was determined to stay, then this was all for nothing.

Then Constantine jabbed the cattle-prod into the possessed medium's back.

The bound woman opened her mouth to scream...but what came out was a torrent of black lightning and fire, in which two glowing white eyes burned. Straight toward Lois Lane. Right across the pentacle...and the reporter stood there, watching as the terrible storm of darkness that was the soul and mind and power of her demon lover was sucked into the quivering crimson cock. An object already imbued with her power and essence...a perfect receptacle for her spirit...and, thanks to the runes Constantine had added, a perfect prison.

The candles went out....and the cock glowed dully, as from some internal heat. Madame Xanadu stirred, and Constantine was there in a moment, undoing the shackles.

"Bastard," the medium moaned.

"Lowest setting, love," Constantine said. "Had to make it look real, didn't I?"

Lois Lane stepped forward and picked up the dildo. It was warm to the touch...and perhaps a bit more realistic than before. She could swear the carefully-molded veins pulsed.

"So, you got what you wanted?" Madame Xanadu said. Lois Lane flashed her a wicked smile.

"Blaze is trapped. The women she kidnapped and tried to corrupt will be treated and freed. I'll get my exclusive when I interview them. And I have a little something to keep me company at night..." Lois gave Madame Xanadu a wicked grin. "...yeah, I think I got everything I could want from my night out."