End: The Captive Sperm-Entity Changes Shape

Lex Luthor turned the screen so that Lois Lane could see the entity inside what looked to be a small metal box. She flinched as she saw the great grey-white sperm, wet with her own blood...it thrashed madly about, bumped into the walls...

"It's trying to escape. It cannot. The containment unit is essentially a multidimensional tesseract, a closed subset of dimensions keyed to its energy signature. I'm more likely to touch the hem of God's cape than for it to pass," Luthor said with utter confidence.

Lois frowned, not sure she quite believed him...but the reporter took her legs off the stirrups and closed them, glad that thing was out of her. Her violet eyes were fixed on the screen.

"It looks like it's...melting?" She said.

The bald head shook slowly. "No...it is reassuming its original form."

The bloody red splatter seemed to spread over the grey surface. Lois Lane watched in silent fascination as the sperm-like tail split and lengthened. A face, unmistakably female, molded itself on the ovoid body of the thing and bashed itself against the walls as the long tails continued to split...multiple...and weave themselves together. Crimson strands became human limbs...a dark mane of oily black hair...black horns that curled back from a broad brow in a strangely-shaped skull...small breasts with pointed pink nipples...

Until it was a tiny scarlet succubus that beat against the walls of her superscience cage.

"As I said, fascinating," Luthor said. "You may get dressed now, Miss Lane. I believe our business here is done. You are free of your passenger, and I have a captive Tartarean entity to study."

Lois repressed a shiver. A part of her wondered what Lex would do to the entity...and another part of her was curious as to why it had targeted her in the first place. The reporter's instincts told her it had something to do with that club, and probably the missing women...but she didn't know. Nor would she figure out those answers tonight. No, Lois Lane's night out was over...and as she left Lex Luthor to his devices, she felt strangely glad that she had escaped from what was surely a terrible fate.

Within the containment unit, the demon Blaze raged. She slammed against the walls with all of her strength, but something was wrong...she could feel the outlines of her trap, every time she sought to change dimensions. There were no shadows here to walk through, no layers between the planes of existence to slide between. It was all strangely flat...artificial...and for all of her power and rage, Blaze knew she was trapped as secure as any djinn in their bottle.

Lex Luthor smiled as he admired the sleek, naked body. The female form had less charms for him than the prospect of what it meant: control...power...and the possibilities of using that power to further his own ends.