Epilogue: Omens

"Lane! Where the hell have you been?"

Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, looked at his star reporter. Her hair was a mess. The pants and shirt she had chosen did not quite cover her seventeen-week pregnant stomach, leaving a stretch of bare belly around her navel. Dark bags showed under her eyes, and she had foregone any makeup...but she was smiling, a kind of blissful, satisfied smile, and sipped her coffee.

"Sorry boss. Had to...track down my semen donor," she said.

"Did you find him?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Oh yes. We came to a binding agreement about childcare and other things," Lois Lane's smile grew wistful. She nodded at Clark Kent as he came into the meeting room. There was a look on his face as he saw her, as of a man that had suffered some terrible, irredeemable loss.

"Right, now that we're all here...this week's assignments," Perry looked at the reports in front of him, a paper man until he died. "Apparently there's a lot of talk about the antichrist being born soon—prophesies and all that. Anyone want to run that down? We'll need a couple different viewpoints, but should be good for twelve inches...maybe a two-parter if the interviews are good..."

After work, Lois Lane walked by the coffee shop on her way home. The milk and cream curdled.

She walked by the cathedral. The holy water in the font boiled.

She crossed the bridge on foot. The water beneath turned red, fish floating to the surface.

Normally, she would have noticed these things. But her pussy was so wet and hot she could hardly keep from rubbing herself at work...yet Lois Lane held off. Because she knew what waited for her at home.

As she rode the elevator, housewives in the neighboring apartments poked holes in condoms. Pills were flushed. Mothers left porn tabs open on their computers. Panties were shredded in the wash.

Lois could almost feel the heat in her belly, emanating through her body. Blaze, naked and bored, was sitting on the couch, stroking her cock. The demon looked up as Lois entered.

"Oh!" the demon smiled. "How was your day?"

The reporter didn't answer. She stripped off her pants, and kept walking toward Blaze. Without a word, the reporter climbed on the couch and planted her feet on other side of those crimson thighs...and planted her pregnant cunt in Blaze's face.

"Eat me," Lois said. "That's an order."

The reporter reached down and grabbed the crimson cock. Licked her lips, even as Blaze licked her other lips. Her stomach rumbled as she lowered her face down to complete the sitting sixty-nine.

"Come to mama," she purred, before her mouth closed over the swollen purple head.

In the apartment below them, a young woman who had just graduated from college tripped and fell onto her father's cock. Two doors down, the viagra that Ethel had slipped into Fred's drink had kicked in, and for the first time since their honeymoon she slid onto her sleeping dick, all of her birth control pills flushed down the toilet. On the top floor, a good Christian boy suddenly found himself clicking through pages of gay porn...that looked very much like his roommate...and down on the street behind the building, a rich girl decided to save daddy's money and blow the dealer to get her fix instead.

Throughout Metropolis, hot, humid air settled on the city like a wet blanket...and there was something else with it, something that wormed its way past the defenses of even the innocent and stalwart...an invisible aura that pushed and nudged, bringing dark needs to the surface...

Such omens could not go unnoticed for long...nor did they.

Madame Xanadu laid a card down. The group assembled around the table watched in grim silence.

"The Devil. The source of the corruption."

Raven, daughter of Trigon, bowed her head.

"The High Priestess. The vessel for transformation."

Zatanna tipped her tophat, frowning. The third card was laid across them.

"The Lovers. Their union is what causes these terrible omens...and the cost..."

The coal on John Constantine's cigarette flared.

A final card was laid, to complete the reading.

"The World, inverted. Turned upside down, the rock of reality kicked over, and all the dark things beneath unleashed..."

Dr. Fate's helm gleamed in the candlelight.

"So...it is the antichrist," Zatanna said.

"An antichrist. A union of mortal and demon. Earth and Hell." Raven said. "The child itself need not be evil..."

"Merlin was the son of a demon and a woman," Constantine broke in. "A magician. Maybe the most powerful of the age."

"Yet its influence should not be spreading so soon, so powerfully," Fate's voice rang and echoed slightly from within his helmet. "There is something else going on. Power being built up, but not channeled properly."

"So what do we do?" Zatanna asked.

"Find the demon," Raven said. "Their power, their presence on Earth, is causing these disruptions."

"Find the child," Constantine added. "And we find the demon."

"Find the mother, and we find them both," Fate said finally. "We are fortunate for Madame Xanadu's expertise; the demonic interference in the city hinders our divinations. This will require more than magical skill."

"On it," Constantine said. "I'll be your boots on the ground."

"I'm going with him," Zatanna chipped in quickly, putting her hand on the man's shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"Then Raven and I shall collaborate on how to handle our three-fold problem, when we discover their whereabouts." Fate said.

In her living room, Lois Lane had slid down onto her demon lover's cock. Blaze's hands cradled the growing belly as the reporter sank and rose, plunging the shaft in as deep as she dared, letting the fat dick stretch her aching pussy. It was a bit like pierced ears: you had to keep the channels open, or else they'd tighten up again...and all around Metropolis, men and women shook in their dark dreams, cocks spurting uncontrollably, women rolling over with dripping cunts to find something, anything to ease the burning heat between their legs...and morning would bring but little respite.