Epilogue: For Truth, Justice, And Pussy Above All

"So...that's the situation," Blaze finished. "My girlfriend is knocked up and by mystic oath I'm bound to go straight. Or at least, you know, not actively trying to conquer the world or **** anyone. No more defiling virgins or distributing demonic ****. Abandoned my throne as Queen of Hell. My brother wanted the job more than I did anyway."

She sipped her coffee. A part of her had thought about wearing the traditional orange tunic and all that, but that felt a little too "villainy." So she had borrowed one of Lois's pantsuits. A nice vermillion color that set off her scarlet skin, and wide-rimmed shades that set off her dark horns.

It seemed like the best bet considering she was meeting with the Justice League.

"You impregnated Lois Lane," Superman said. His normally kind face could have been chiseled from stone, the jaw set, the mouth a firm line, hands crossed in front of that huge chest. Blaze expected his eyes to glow at any moment; she could feel his supervision scrutinize her at every level, as if to decide exactly where and how to take her apart at an atomic level. She was also acutely aware that one of Lois Lane's hairs was on her shoulder.

The demon carefully flicked it off

"Yeaaah. We, um. We just kind of connected, you know? I know you two had a thing..."

"Apparently not," the Man of Steel said. Wonder Woman slid her hand onto his shoulder, but said nothing. Captain Marvel glanced at him, then turned his eyes back to Blaze. The demon was even less comfortable around Shazam's disciple: she had bad history with the family.

"How do we know if you're telling the truth?"

The demon shrugged. "You've got telepaths, witches, the Amazon over there has the Lasso of Truth...go ahead, my whole day's free until Lois gets home." She sipped her coffee again. "I...guess I'm kind of living at her place? I mean, I couldn't keep the bar going, since that was a criminal operation, so I closed it down, and for the last couple weeks I've just been sleeping at her place. Oh Lilith, we never even talked about that..."

Something probed into her mind. It was like trying to remember a word that Blaze had forgotten, the sensation of something amiss just at the edge of her brain...and she could have fought it. Yet she knew what it was, and instead relaxed, lowering her psychic barriers. Letting whoever it was root around inside her memories.

"She's telling the truth, or at least she thinks she is," the Martian Manhunter said. "I would not say she is reformed, exactly, but there is a constraint on her behaviors, and her version of events is accurate as far as she remembers it."

"So..." a voice growled from the shadows. The Batman stepped forward. "Why tell us? What do you want?"

"She's bored," the Martian said, before Blaze could get it out. "She can't be a supervillain anymore, and is at loose ends, and..." He cocked his green head to the side. "...is concerned about relapsing. Blaze wishes us to help keep her...honest."

"She should be imprisoned for her past crimes," Wonder Woman noted. "Just because she's knocked someone up doesn't make her reformed."

"I don't think she's Justice League material," Hawkman said flatly.

"I concur," Aquaman said after a moment, "but we should give villains at least a chance at reform."

"Perhaps some sort of probationary period?" John Stewart, the Green Lantern added.

"I have a better idea," Batman took a card out of his utility belt. "This is Amanda Waller's contact information. She runs a government operation for supervillains that conduct clandestine operations in exchange for time off their prison sentences."

Superman glanced at the Dark Knight. "You're talking about the Suicide Squad."

Gotham's Caped Crusader placed the card on the table before Blaze.

"With someone of your abilities, more of them might make it out alive," he told her. His gaze was somehow more piercing than the Man of Steel's. It was as though Batman could see into her very soul, and did not flinch at what he found there. "Not exactly superheroics...but a good start."

Blaze picked up the card.

The Suicide Squad? Is that what I'm reduced to? Saving the world with a bunch of losers in exchange for pussy?

Lois Lane got home just as the nausea set in. She didn't know why they called it morning sickness, since it could come at any time of the day or night. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter was pretty sure that's what this was too, as she rushed past Angie to point her head at the sink. It had been four weeks since they'd started fucking. Lois was two weeks later for her period. The math added up to only one thing.

The demon grabbed her girlfriend's hair to keep it out of the way as lunch made a noisy exit. Lois groped for the handle and let water wash the chunks of half-digested sandwich and coffee down the drain. She wanted saltines, a backrub, a glass of wine which she really shouldn't have, and maybe about half an hour of oral sex. Maybe a whole hour. Just pass out with Blaze's head in her lap.

"So sweetmeat," Blaze said as she wiped the reporter's face with a wet cloth. "I've got to tell you something?"

"You're going to eat my pussy?" Lois croaked hopefully.

Blaze blinked. "Absolutely. But that's not it. I made a call today, and..."

The demon took a breath. There was no other way to put this.

"I got a government job."