Chapter 8 by Zeebop

What's the Plan?

Sexorcism

"The club is being run by a demoness named Blaze," the possessed goth began. "She's not your run-of-the-mill succubus, but she's planning something big. A ritual of some sort."

"Where do the women fit in?" Lois said as she set her drink down. She could feel the gooey cocktail slide down her throat.

"Fuel. Blaze is using them as batteries to store up sexual energy, which will be released to power the ritual," he snapped his finger, and a waiter came by with a tray of the grey-white cocktails. She reached for one automatically. "It's a process they might not survive."

"So how do we stop it?" She said, before tipping the drink back. Lois knew she was drinking rather fast and heavy, but something in her just seemed to need them. It was like a hunger only satisfied when the warm goo slid down her throat into her stomach.

"A sexorcism," he said. "Normally, just the two of us wouldn't have enough power to exorcise a demoness as powerful as Blaze, but if you can absorb the sexual energy from the four women, it should be enough to send her back to Hell."

"Me?" Lois said, setting a glass down and reaching for another.

"I'm dead. I can help guide you through the ritual, but only a living soul can store sexual energy."

"And how do I do that?"

"You need to bring them to orgasm...without orgasming yourself."

Lois set down the final cocktail. She should be drunk, she knew, but somehow she felt vivid and alive. The Deadman's proposal didn't phase her at all—in fact, part of her was excited at the idea.

"Okay," she said. "So let's do that."