Neron

A great shock of blond hair crested a face that was classically handsome, but lined with cruelty. It was a face that was eternally young with green eyes infinitely old and inhuman. Like a mask assembled by some computer algorithm that had pieced together the most handsome stars in Hollywood and arrived in some uncanny valley. The body too was slim, muscular, fit; closely-garbed in an exotic costume of green and white, a bodybuilder encased in a garish cloak and pectoral.

Lois, as drunk as she was, recognized him immediately. "Oh, hell." she said.

The face showed teeth. You couldn't call it a smile.

I smell her on you,

Lost and lonely one,

This night you may rue,

Your life to be undone!

Damned to be a shemale's whore,

If you cross the infernal seal,

Yet if you want to live and more,

What say you we make a deal?

Lois repeated the lines to herself, slowly. The drunken haze was making it hard to think. Neron was a devil—had been the Devil—made a bunch of deals with supervillains, before he had been defeated...Superman hadn't told her all the details but...

"Why are you...rhyming?"

The face-mask froze.

In infernal rank I was demoted

Now a rhymer, to be promoted.

"Okay. An' why ssshould I make a deal with you?" Lois asked, a slight slur in her speech.

The demoness' seed corrupts thee

As she has captured four souls before

Without help, doomed will thou be

A fifth bitch to make sullied and sore.

Let me help you, to defeat her plot!

To rescue those sluts in her power,

Accept my aid, sign on the dot,

To make her plans wilt and sour.

"An' what do you get out of it...my, sssoul?"

Thy soul is yours, forever more,

Worry not my sweetmeat,

I desire only to beat that whore,

And reclaim hell's seat.

Lois felt her knees tremble. She believed him. Even if he was a devil, she knew Neron had to abide by any deal he made. It was how he had been tricked, before.

"Okay," she said. "Where do I sign?"

The devil showed his teeth again.

For a bargain such as this,

It must be sealed with a kiss.

His hands undid the great buckle of his belt, and let it fall. His pants fell open as a surprisingly average-sized erection stood out. Lois almost laughed; on his bodybuilder physique it looked small, barely six inches. Yet it was rock hard, and the veins showed black beneath the pale skin, and the head was an unnatural grey.