Epilogue: Heart-To-Heart

Thunder crashed over Metropolis. Dark clouds swirled to block out the sun. Winds whipped away the birds, and lightning flashed. Those who could, got off the streets. Those who could not frowned as a gray drizzle settled over the city...a cold, wet misty rain that came in sideways under umbrellas, soaked jackets and socks, seeped down the back of shirts, and seemed to creep into every nook and cranny.

The center of the unnatural storm was the demon Blaze.

She kept the clothes she had been wearing when Lois threw her out, soaked as they were to her scarlet skin. Her dark hair hung limp and ragged about eyes that burned like dying coals. The demon walked into the bar, and even the most gin-soaked rummy fled as this dripping demon, utterly without a care to her appearance, took up a position at the end of the bar.

"Whiskey. Neat." The demon paused. "Leave the bottle. And keep it coming."

She laid a credit card down on the bar.

A glass appeared, swiftly followed by a bottle.

Blaze was not sure that a demon could drink herself to ****...but at the moment, she had every intention of drinking this bar dry, and moving onto the next, and the next. Just to find out.

The whiskey was smoky. Blaze's superhuman tastebuds could pick up the subtle flavors of oak barrels, peat fires, the faint chemical echo of hops...with the flavors came memories. Lois Lane's kiss, first thing in the morning, was sweeter than the sweetest sin. Her panties, sweaty and rank, after she got back from a run. The clean, soft skin when the reporter got out of the shower. The way her pussy-hair caught and held her fragrance when Blaze ate her pussy after Lois came home from a long day at work, the way her pussy had begun to taste a little different, week after week into the pregnancy...

Five empty bottles lay on the bar, and the windows shuddered against the gale-**** winds that howled outside when the door opened. Blaze didn't turn to look at him as he walked over to take a seat next to her.

"Glass of milk, please."

She raised her head and turned to look at him.

Superman looked like a child's drawing of an airplane pilot. That strong jaw, the high cheekbones and bright blue eyes, the perfectly muscled form that could have stepped off the pedestal of some ancient Greek statue of a god.

A glass of milk was placed on a coaster in front of him. He smiled, nodded, took a sip...and then frowned.

"Two percent," he said, with only the mildest hint of disdain. The Man of Steel set the glass down. He turned toward Blaze, radiating openness, serenity, and calm. She wanted to take a swing at him. Break his face. Make him bleed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

Blaze's jaw trembled. Liquid hot as black pitch slid out of her burning eyes. Black sparks spat about the tips of her horns. A part of her wanted to scream obscenities at him. Summon her power and blow him to atoms. Tear out his soul and **** it. Yet the words didn't want to come out. The power burned like a hole in her chest, and when she finally opened her mouth, she said in a broken voice.

"I fucked up." It was almost a sob. Black burning tears ran down her face, which refused to stay still. Desperately, she grabbed at his shirt. She tried again.

"She threw me out!"

He stared at her. The Last Son of Krypton. The hero of Metropolis. Who had loved Lois lane secretly for years. Her old enemy, who had every reason to hate and despise her for all the evil she had done over the years.

Superman leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

"There, there," he said.

Perhaps there are worse tortures in hell than to be separated from the woman you love...but if so, Blaze didn't know it.

Outside, the storm calmed back down to a sordid drizzle. Blaze found tongue for it...all the things she had done, and left undone. All the ways she had erred, sinned against her.

"I should have told her I loved her," Blaze said with a sniff.

"You should have," Superman agreed.

"I could have married her. I could have offered. She's pregnant with my child! Why didn't I..." Blaze went on.

"Hindsight is 20/20," Superman said.

"I should have let her ride cowgirl more," Blaze let her head slam into the bar. "That's her favorite position. I...I should have offered to eat her out more often. Or gone to that movie she wanted to see. I should have eaten her pussy out every day when she got home from work, not just as, as, as a way to get her to suck me off on the toilet or something."

"Every relationship has a to have a little give and take," he said.

She turned her face, head still drooped against the bar.

"What do I do?" she whispered. "I can't go back to hell like this. Her love has ruined me. I'm not the demon I was! I don't want to be the demon I was! I want to wake up balls deep inside her ass and reach around and feel our spawn squirm in her belly. I can't...I don't know how to go on."

Superman nodded. He finished his milk.

"She loves you too," he said at last. "Even if she is, rightly, mad at you. So what are we going to do about it?"

Blaze's brow furrowed between her horns.

"Huh?"

Superman smiled. It was a sad smile, as of someone doing the right thing at great personal cost. "I want Lois to be happy. She was happy with you...or at least, happier than she is now. Happier than she would be with me. So while I should probably just clamp you in a magical prison, instead I'm going to trust that your love for her really has changed you. I'm going to give you a second chance...and I'm going to help you patch things up with Lois."

Blaze stared at him dumbfounded. If there positions were reversed, she knew she would have taken every advantage of his weakness, mocked and gloated and reveled in her victory. At least...the old Blaze would have...

"So...how are we going to get Lois to take you back?"