End: Grab The Demon By The Horns

The crimson claws reached for Lois Lane—and the bottomless reporter dropped down as though her injured leg had given out, beneath the swing of Blaze's arms—and then jumped up. Her hands gripped the horns and the reporter pulled as though doing a pull-up. Instinctively, Blaze jerked her head...and the reporter's good knee slammed into Blaze's chin, which snapped shut on her own tongue.

A wet piece of meat fell past Lois as the hands clamped onto her waist. Lois hung onto the horns and brought her leg down so that she stood on the crimson spike that jutted out of the scarlet succubus' crotch. White eyes burned into the reporter's own...and the bloody lips split into a toothy grin.

"I never dreamed you'd make a fight of it." Blaze hissed, black blood dark as crude oil spilled over her chin. The wounded tongue burned and crackled as a forked tip grew in its place.

Lois held on for dear life...and the demon was in no rush. Blaze's hands scraped down the reporter's sides, casually shredded the jacket and shirt beneath, until her claws clamped onto the reporter's legs.

Desperately, Lois tried to wiggle out of the demon's grasp...and when that didn't work, her muscles tensed to keep her legs closed. Yet with terrible ease Blas **** the legs wide apart, until Lois cried out in discomfort as she was **** into almost a split...and the scarlet spike aimed itself straight at her pussy.

"Hit me, if it makes you feel any better," Blaze teased. "Scream. Cry. Beg. Curse. It won't matter. I will take joy in piercing you. This spike will pierce your cervix. it will be the most unimaginable pain of your life...and I will violate you slowly, as Vlad Dracul impaled his victims. Your cunt will bleed, but you will not die, Lois Lane. Oh no. I will have you live for a long time with the injuries I will give you. The memories you will never forget. For the rest of your life, you will never face another cock without remembering what I do to you..."

An earnest lover, spurred by passion, would not have waited to give a speech. Lois knew that; in fact, she had counted on it. Blaze was a ****, and a **** is driven by power, the need to dominate. Once in her power, Lois had counted on the demon to break into a monologue...because that was the only thing that would buy Lois the time she needed.

In her inner pocket, the reporter's phone played a jaunty little tune.

Lois grinned in triumph.

A green shape appeared, translucent but distinct, in between the demon and Blaze. Lois didn't recognize it right away. Not until the green rope snapped, and the blade dropped inches from her face. Blaze too, did not understand what it was until too late...and then the emerald guillotine sliced cleanly through the scarlet spike that served as her prick.

The demon dropped Lois and backed away, as black blood spurted from the wound, she turned around, black lightning crackled along her horns...

They had gone by several names. The Sentinels of Magic, the Shadowpact, Justice League Dark. The name didn't matter so much as the roster: the magical Green Lantern Alan Scott, the witch Zatanna, the shaman Manitou Raven, the trenchcoat-clad British occultist John Constantine, the enigmatic Phantom Stranger, the diabolic Blue Devil, Inspector Chimp in his deerkiller hat and revolver in hand, the golden-helmeted Doctor Fate...only the most powerful and seasoned group of magicians on the planet.

Or at least as many as Lois could call in a single speed dial.

The reporter's ass hurt as it hit the concrete floor. Her legs were fucked. The half-naked reporter called out: "Hey Blaze!"

The demon turned to glare at Lois with a single burning eye.

Lois gave her two one-finger salutes. "Suck my cock!"

What followed was less than a fight but more than a curb stomp. Blaze was not some random demon, to be easily captured or incapacitated. Lois Lane's efforts to fight back had done little more than inconvenience her. As the reporter dragged herself to sit with her back to the altar and watch the show, she took some comfort in the wound she had dealt, however small, to the demon's pride...and when with a shriek of outrage John Constantine spoke the last words of banishment and the business was all done save for the smoking pool of black ichor and the bits and pieces of herself that Blaze had left behind, Lois allowed herself a little sigh of relief.

Alan Scott lent her his cape as an impromptu skirt, and conjured an old-fashioned green wheelchair to cart her around. Lois told them about the crypt below, the missing women...and there were things to be done down there, Zatanna and Doctor Fate had said. Lois herself was escorted to the hospital, and didn't mind that a bit.

Lois Lane's night out ended with casts on both legs, and a borrowed skirt, and...

"I didn't get ****," she said to herself, if only so that she could believe it. Against all odds, she had come out, if not unscathed or unharmed, at least unviolated. Considering what might have happened, Lois Lane counted that as a win.