End: Lois Lane Is Destroyed By The Black Pearl

Flesh has its limits. Tissues tear. Arteris burst. Fragile cell walls break. Systems spiral out of control. Blaze screamed as a flood of demonic jizz burst from her prick...and the stresses on Lois Lane's body became too much.

The torrent of fluid burst through the reporter's cervix like rotten paper. The uterus collapsed in on itself around the black pearl. Everywhere, all at once, the corruption broke through the reporter's system. In her last conscious thought, the reporter felt her hip-bones split as the black rot sought to widen them. Her whole body collapsed downward onto Blaze's dick, a sodden liquid mass, the bare outlines of her human form swiftly lost...and the demon growled angrily as her cock thrust through a puddle of melting bones and the black sludge that were organs.

Yet in the middle of that corruption, a light shone.

Blaze hissed. Her fingers dug through the sludge which had been Lois Lane...and then she yelped in pain as she found the hard core at the center of the nasty pile.

A white pearl, burning with a pure light which was anathema to creatures like Blaze.

The scarlet succubus hissed and backed away. On that table, burning like a miniature sun was all that was left of Lois Lane. The inmost light that was the very soul and essence of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, whose blinding purity sought to uncover all falsehoods. Dedicated to truth that illuminated the ugliness in the demon's soul.

Against such a light, the demon's cock wilted. She felt sapped, exposed...and as the light burned brighter, there were no longer any shadows to hide in within that crypt.

So she fled.

Down into the safe, comforting darkness. Back to hell, where the screams of the damned might help her forget that pure form she had sought to claim...and with her went her corruption. The cocks of the futazombies melted away between their legs. The strange haze lifted from their minds and souls.

In the crypt, four women awoke from what seemed to be a nightmare slumber. Naked and afraid, the former thralls reacted as they might if they found themselves in a strange place, unable quite to remember the horrors of the last few weeks.

The light of the white pearl dimmed to a cold glow. Lois Lane's spirit waited, satisfied that she had accomplished the mission that she had set out to do...though at a cost she had never imagined. For her, a new existence loomed...with new powers, unencumbered by mortal body. Unmoored from the now, she cast back her mind over all the choices that had led to this moment, and wanderd through some of the other paths...the what-might-have-beens...he other timelines that branched off.

It would keep her occupied for some time.