Epilogue: Angelica Blaze, Merely Mortal

"Is it going to hurt?"

Lois Lane drove, up the steep winding way to the Tower of Fate. Blaze was in the passenger seat, her pure white eyes fixed outside the window.

"Only my pride," the demon said, though the tone spoke of much worse than that.

They parked on the grass and walked in. Blaze had opted for a simple white shift, which hung limp and unflattering on her crimson body. Her unbound hair fell in oily locks down to her shoulders as they approached the tower...and though Lois saw no door, as soon as they were within arm's length, a door opened.

There was a small group already there. Lois Lane recognized Dr. Fate, in his golden helmet and cape; Captain Marvel, sometimes called Shazam, and his sister Mary Marvel, sometimes called Lady Shazam. Zatanna was there in her fishnets and stockings, tophat and tails; Raven in a white cloak and unitard...and there was an old man, with strangely kind eyes in a stern face. He stroked his long grey beard with one hand.

"Father," Blaze said, with the barest nod of her head. Lois Lane's eyes went wide...and the old man smiled slightly.

"Daughter. It has been long since you called me that."

Lois could see Blaze's hands grope into fists. She reached out to grab the demon's shoulder...and felt her lover relax.

"You still hate me," he said, his voice gruff. "And I take no part in this. I simply wished to say...I am proud of you."

Blaze looked up at him, and an emotion Lois had never seen was on the demon's face. Normally, she guarded herself fiercely, but for a moment Lois almost sensed...but then the moment passed.

"You know the Incantation of Renunciation," Dr. Fate said, his voice a hollow metallic ring from within the helmet. "Kneel and we will witness."

The five magicians took their position around Blaze, who knelt in a diagram at the very center of the room. Raven, Zatanna, and Mary Marvel all held large earthenware bowls of water. Lois stepped back, out of the circle they had made.

The demon set her knuckles on the ground. Her back bowed. Head hang between her shoulderblades. In a voice that was soft, and tired, and yet not without sweetness she began to sing...at first a wordless melody, a song that ran timelessly through the same five notes, over and over...

"Every being has a name, a true name," the old man whispered, and Lois nearly jumped to find that he stood at his window. "Not all know it, not all can give tongue to it, but it is the name that defines them. What she does now changes her name. The person she was shall be no more; the person she shall be...ah! That remains to be seen."

His kindly eyes were fixed on Blaze as the volume rose. She raised her head and stared straight forward. Without ending her song, she began to sing.

Of skyfire and hellfire I was born—

Give to me my share of strife—

Hell's path I do now scorn—

I choose a mortal life.

The song reached a crescendo...and it felt to Lois as though it pierced her to her very soul. Not in volume, but as though something inside her resonated to that one note. Lois felt frozen, unable to move...and then she saw the horns crumble from Blaze's brow. Zatanna, Raven, and Mary Marvel stepped forward and poured out their bowls. Instantly the white shift was soaked...and Lois saw something red run down from her lover's face, her bare arms, her fingers clutched at the stones in a kind of red mud...

...and the old man pressed a blanket into the reporter's hands, and Lois barely whispered a thank you as she ran forward.

Wet and shivering, Blaze blinked dark eyes. Her skin was a Mediterranean olive, and Lois rushed toward her and threw her arms and the blanket around her...and the very human Angelica Blaze hugged her back, clutching onto the reporter as a lifeline.

Dr. Fate, ever one to state the obvious, said simply: "It is done."

She was unsteady on her feet, like a newborn foal. Lois had to help her into the car. Blaze stared around at her as though seeing everything for the first time. The former demon flinched as the wind hit her, where before she would have stood like a pillar of stone, to let it blow around her.

In the car, Lois put on the heat. Blaze sat huddled in her blanket, those dark eyes bright. Teeth bared as she stared straight ahead.

Lois pointed them toward home.

They were out of sight of the tower when Blaze finally spoke.

"Sweetmeat? Pull over."

The reporter frowned, not wanting to take her eyes off the road. She had followed Blaze's directions to get to the Tower—which wasn't on any map or GPS—and now they were on a tree-lined mountain road, a steep drop on one side, a wall of rock on the other. It took a minute to find a place where the shoulder was wide enough to pull over...and once she did, she turned to see what was the matter.

Blaze had pulled off her wet shift. Small, pale breasts, nipples hard from the cold...and between her legs, rigid and quivering, a hard cock.

"We could wait until we get home," Lois joked, glad that she had thought to wear a skirt today. The reporter unbuckled her seat belt, lifted her butt off the seat, and pulled up her skirt so that she could pull down her panties.

"Now," Blaze said. "Please."

There is no sexy way to clamber around in a small car. Blaze let her seat slide back as far as she could but it was still an ungainly minute for Lois to get to the point where she could feel Blaze's cock poke her in the ass...and then the dickgirl lurched forward and grabbed her hips, guiding Lois down.

Lois gave a sigh as the familiar length and thickness filled her. A part of her had worried that becoming human would have changed that part of Blaze, but it felt almost the same...a little clammy, the hands a little cold, but still very much the cock that had won her heart.

Angie clung to her hips for dear life. She was still weak, and, perhaps still nervous for many of the reasons that Lois had been. Worried that she didn't have it in her anymore, the desire, the need, the ability to pound the reporter's twat...but as that wet, velvety glove slid down to grip her cock, Angie Blaze felt a familiar pressure build within her. You can take the demon out of the half-demon, but Blaze was still a functional hermaphrodite...with a need to breed.

The glass fogged as Lois bounced up and down. It was so intimate...and every now and then a car sped past, and the reporter didn't care if anyone saw them. She slammed her ass down into her lover's lap, felt the cold hands slide up under her shirt, push the bra out of the way so that she could grab the reporter's breasts. They moved together, wet and sweaty and grunting, rutting in animalistic instinct. Lois reached down between her legs to rub her clit...and near the end they were locked together, joined at the hip, gyrating back and forth...and when Lois grunted and shook, crying out loud, Blaze pushed her forward, across the dash.

Doing her best to stand, Blaze humped the reporter's cunny fiercely, doglike. Lois gasped and gasped, hyperventilating, her fingers still rubbing at her pussy, cheek against the window...and then Angie almost screamed...and Lois would remember, for a long time, how absolutely fierce that first time was, after Angie had become fully human. It was like Lois was taking her virginity, and as the former demon weakly collapsed back into the seat, Loi felt the thick load slop out of her pussy...and wondered if, maybe, this was the one that would get her pregnant.

It was a three-hour drive from Metropolis to where they were. It would take them five hours to drive back.