End: Lois Wakes Up Alone

The alarm on Lois' phone woke her.

She blinked in the darkness, stared at the glowing screen. 5 AM. The end of the night.

With a flick, she reached over and flicked the screen, made the shrill chiming stop. Then and only then did Lois stare around her, eyes already adjusted to the darkness.

The reporter found herself lying naked on her own bed in her apartment. Her clothes were folded on the dresser, next to her wallet...and a folded piece of paper. She scanned the room, eyes flicking over the shadowy hollow of the bathroom, the kitchenette. There was no-one here. Lois was all alone.

With a deep breath, Lois levered herself into a sitting position. Her body was sore. She could feel bruises, hickies, scratches, and smiled when she thought how she'd come by them. Her mouth felt fuzzy and gross, like something had crawled into her mouth and died there. And her pussy...

Lois let her hand rest on her stomach. Still flat, but tender. Her hips ached, her pussy more sore than her worst period. She had a feeling that she would be pissing through scabs for a few days. Her hand traveled lower, feeling the scratches on her thighs. Wondering when she should bother with a pregnancy test to tell her what she already knew.

Legs and hips were stiff as she got to her feet. The reporter in Lois didn't like to call in late to work, but today might be the day for it. Lois doubted she'd be moving gracefully for a little while yet. She needed to lay down and heal. But first... her left hand grasped the folded piece of paper. Her right clicked the light switch.

Even though she anticipated it, the yellow bulb was burning bright against her night vision. Lois squeezed them tight, counted to ten, then opened them to slits and counted to ten again. When she could open her eyes without blinking back spots, she sat back down on the edge of the bed to read.

Dearest Lois,

I came to this world to play the villain once again. The club was a lure for lost souls, and drew in the women who went missing. They wanted to lose themselves to their carnal desires, and I gave them that. Then you came...

I wish we could be together. That I could hold you every night, and feel our children grow in your womb. For you to fall asleep in my arms, my cock buried deep inside of you, and for us to wake up the same way. I wish...I wasn't who I am.

It isn't safe. I cannot be the hero. Cannot resign the throne of hell. I will always be the demon, unfaithful, fickle in my affections, scheming and plotting, prideful and lustful. Our union would only bring us both pain, in the end. I would involve you in some scheme, whore you out to snare some hero, make you the target of some rival demon's plot.

We will always have this one wild night, but we cannot be together. I will miss you. I miss you now. No one has ever opened themselves up to me as you did. It was a taste of the heaven I have been denied since birth.

Please forgive me, and know that I love you. We are not denied that.

Yours forever,

Blaze