Positive

With bated breath, Lois Lane watched the second blue line appear. She picked up at the test, staring at it. Her heart continued to beat, but it seemed distant, impossibly far away. The whole world narrowed down into the little plastic stick in her hand.

"Impossible," she breathed. "How...?"

"Magic."

Lois turned to stare at the open doorway to the toilet. She hadn't heard the door move. Angelica stood there, shadowed by the light from the bar. Her eyes glowed, pure white, with no pupil or iris.

"Just a little bit of magic. Cursed pregnancy tests. None of them were pregnant when they came in here. Not until they took the test. Once they did...ah, well. Then they were pregnant. Six weeks to the day."

The reporter stared at Angelica Blaze...and really saw her for the first time. The pale olive skin faded and brightened to the crimson of fresh blood on parchment. Dark horns curled back from her brow. Flesh melted away, revealing a form leaner, the muscles standing out like whipcord, lean and wiry.

"Did you..."

"I didn't fuck them." Blaze said. Her eyes grew brighter. "Only you."

"Where are they?" Lois asked, feeling the world crumble beneath her feet.

"Where young women go, when they end up pregnant inconveniently and unexpectedly. Boyfriends, former lovers, parents. Wedding bells on the horizon for one or two, single parenthood for others. You know, they were all excited when they found out? Look at their faces."

The reporter turned to stare at the photos on the wall. All of the women were smiling, faces slightly flushed, irises dilated. Some of them still had panties down to their knees, flashing a hint of bush, not caring. They were holding up their positive tests like some kind of prize.

"The real question is, how do you feel about it Lois?" The glowing eyes bored into Lois as if they could see into the depths of her soul. "Are you excited? Upset? Angry? Sickened? Elated?"

"I don't...I don't know," Lois said quietly.

Blaze squatted down, bringing their faces level.

"If you could get rid of it...right now...would you?"

Lois laid a hand on her stomach. Was it her imagination, or was it firmer than it had been, ten minutes ago?

"No." She said, with finality.

A smile broke on the demon's face.

"In that case...do you want your picture taken?"