Not To Blonde

Lois Lane let the darkness close in on her. She had seen the possible past. The way her life could have been. One golden strand of hair fell past her eyes.

"Go fuck yourself," the reporter said with feeling. "I'm not a slut, I'm not a whore, and I'm not some fucking blonde bimbo that fucked her way to the top. I earned everything I have, and I'm not throwing it away for a pair of tits and a bleach-job."

The darkness broke. Lois blinked, feeling somehow heavier. She was still in the room, with all the mirrors, the gem's ruddy light faded down to a charcoal glow. She looked down at herself...and she was back to how she was, before she ever came into this room.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Blaze sighed. "But, easy change is not for everyone. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

"Hard w—" Lois didn't finish her sentence before the demon surged forward, a hand clamped painfully tight around the reporter's jaw.

"It is so much easier if you just stop being Miss Goody-Two-Shoes for a minute," Blaze murmured. "If you just give in and admit you want it. Humans are pigs, they wallow in filth. All it ever takes is the tiniest effort to push you sows back into the mire. Your life should be sin and misery...I'm doing you a favor."

Spikes were pushing out from beneath Blaze's skin, the crimson flesh rupturing as a bony crown emerged from her temples, teeth sharp and serrated like a shark's. The demon lifted the reporter up, feet dangling off the ground, and Lois could taste blood and ozone. Claws closed in on her face, needle-sharp points hovering right before the reporter's eyes.

"If you cannot see...then I'm going to cut out your eyes and make you see." The fingers slid down, casually sliced through the reporter's shirt and bra. The air was cold on the reporter's bare breasts.

"I'm going to make these tits swell. You'll be on your knees sucking cock until you can't remember what food tasted like. I'll have you on the streets of Metropolis selling your pussy, and when you're done you'll pay the homeless bums to come and run a train on your worthless cunt, begging them to knock you up. You're going to be thankful for it. But before all that..." Lightning cackled between Blaze's fingertips. "I'm going to bleach your hair permanently..."

ENOUGH.

The word shook the room. Mirrors cracked. Blaze's grip slackened, and the reporter kicked free, falling heavily on her backside. A ghostly, sickly green glow filled the room.

"No!" Blaze screamed. "She was mine! She was blonde! You saw it! Lois wants it! The sow wants to be a slut!"

She has denied your temptation. You cannot have her, spawn of hell.

Lois coughed, rising up from her knees to see who her savior was.