Epilogue: Family Meeting

"Zazas zazas nastadna zazas..."

The room was dark, lit by a single black candle. Lois Lane sat naked in the smaller of the two circles she had drawn, facing the larger and more eleborate one. She held up her arms in supplication, and the symbols painted on her body began to glow.

"Satanus, I call you, and you are bound to come...Not in my infirmity, but in the name of the Tetragrammaton...Satanus, I call you, and you are bound to come...In the name of your father Shazam, I bid you to appear...Satanus, I call you, and you are bound to come...So mote it be!"

The candle flame roared into a single white pillar of flame, six feet high...the wax ran and puddled...and when it went out, the room was dark. Yet Lois could hear the sound of breathing in front of her. Sensed the shape in the dark. Smelled the animal reek, mixed with sulphur.

"I do so enjoy the older rites," the voice was masculine, cultured, but the English was twinged with a familiar foreign accent. "You have called me, and I have been bound to appear...but you have set me no task, Lois Lane. Know you not that it is dangerous to call forth a demon, without the proper protections?"

Two eyes opened, white and pale, and shed their own light. Like Blaze's eyes in the dark, they had no pupil or iris. He stood in his circle, loomed over her, dressed in an immaculate suit, an archaic helmet on his horned head so that his face except for those eyes was lost in shadow.

"Angie thought it best if we talk things out," the reporter said. "Try and reason with you. You're still her brother, after all. She cares for you."

"She should fear me," Satanus extended a claw and pressed it against the air between them. A white electric spark burned bright for a moment, and he drew his hand back, missing the tip of one talon.

"What will it take," Lois said, "for you to cease any efforts to harm Blaze or myself, or our children or family?"

"Am I a fishmonger to be bought off so easily?" Satanus sneered. "No, little sister, you shall not be rid of me until Blaze is back where she belongs, by my side, like the dutiful sister she was! And if I must rip the whelp out of her belly and devour your soul to make it happen, then that is what I shall do!"

He stomped his foot, and magic circle flared as the shockwave hit it...but the barrier held.

"It doesn't have to be that way," Lois said. "You need to accept that Blaze doesn't want that life anymore. She has other things, other people on her mind. If you try to **** her back, all you'll do is make her hate you."

Satanus grinned. "Then that is how it shall be! Because when I breach this barrier of yours, I will rip your cock off and use it to **** the bastard child from her corpse...and if she dies, then perhaps the child will serve me in her place!"

Lois nodded. "I thought you might say something like that. Zatanna?"

A figure in fishnets and tails, tophat and bustier stepped forward. She gestured theatrically at the captured demon.

".36 eluR"

There is no proper way to capture the sound for when a penis inverts itself, or when a pair of massive gonads burrow into the flesh as they convert to plump, overfull ovaries. Satanus dropped to their knees as Zatanna's spell rewrote their very essence...Lois Lane could only see the outside part, as the suit suddenly fit the demon less well. The broad chest pushed out as soft, massive breasts distorted the front, the thighs and ass thickened. Hip bones cracked into childbearing hips, and the guttural voice rose in pitch...until the figure that lay panting on her knees looked every inch the sister to how Blaze had looked when Lois had seen her true form.

Well, except for the stupid helmet.

"By your true name, First-Born-Daughter-of-Seven-Thunders, Πρωτογέννητη κόρη του Επτά Θάντερς, I bind you, and that name shall be as a golden collar around your neck, as you serve your master...until such time as he grants thee thine freedom."

The magic circle rose from the ground around Satanus...it glowed brightly as it constricted about her slim neck.

"No...please!" The plea ended with an anguished cry...and there, about the demon's red neck was a heavy gold collar, with a singly loop in front.

Lois Lane sighed and stood up. She hated magic, but Blaze had told her this was the only way.

Satanus...or perhaps it was Satana now, though Lois felt that was probably violating some obscure copyright...clutched at her golden collar, but could not remove it. The demon's own true name was inscribed on the inside, and it resisted her with her own power.

"My...master..." Lady Satanus spat the word. "Who?"

"Hark! Is that not my curtain call?

Mighty Etrigan steps forth upon the stage,

Come now my busty demonic doll,

Look upon who holds the key to thine cage!"

Bright lights flared dramatically as the great yellow demon, resplendent in his blue cloak and red tunic, stepped forth. One hand rubbed at the prodigious bulge at his crotch.

"A fine wench indeed, and Etrigan shall tame her!

By my cock I trow, she'll bother you no more!

One of Hell's beauties now, perhaps I'll even wife her?

If not, no loss, I'll make of her the finest whore!"

He swooped Lady Satanus up in his arms and threw her over his broad shoulder. Lois Lane caught one last look of despair in the scarlet succubus' eyes...and wondered, for a minute, if she wasn't looking at her own future brother-and-sister-in-law.

"Now what?" Zatanna said.

"Well, I promised Angie I'd get a pint of butternut pecan on the way home. And anchovies. She's got a thing for anchovies now." Lois said. "After that? A blowjob. After that...I don't know, Zee, I'm making this up as I go along."