Chapter 19 by Zeebop

Who Is Lois Lane's Savior?

The Spectre

Once upon a time, someone had told her that The Spectre was the vengeance of God himself. Lois Lane had never been a very good Christian, as far as studying the bible or going to Church on Sundays. Had run more than a few exposes on ministers' extracurricular activities to have much faith in the human institution itself. Yet right at this moment, heart thundering in her chest...Lois could believe it.

His green cloak was spread wide, cutting the demon off from her sight, and there was just a sense of presence tugging at her, like he had his own gravity and she was being drawn toward it, moth to flame.

Grab the gem.

The order came through like a command, the reporter moving before she even realized she was. Behind her there was the crackle of lightning and the smell of brimstone. In a hundred cracked mirrors, Lois caught glimpses of a crazed battle black haloes and spears of white fire. She approached the odd crystal plinth in the middle of the room, the crimson "kryptonite" there...

...and hesitated, caught in a moment of doubt.

Is this all another illusion? Lois wondered. This started out with Blaze telling me to touch the gem, that's how I went blonde. Is she still fucking with me? Trying to get me to go through with it again so she can twist my body, mind, and past? Am I going to grab this and transform again, lost in a life as Perry White's mistress, getting bigger and bigger breast implants, sucking cocks for information, winning Pulitzers on my knees?

Her hands hovered, barely an inch away. The reporter wasn't sure she could go through that again. To face the temptation of another life. She could still remember everything about the life that Blaze had shown her...and the worst part was, Lois knew she hadn't hated all of it. A part of her hadn't minded being a slut. It was just...

I don't need that. I don't need to be blonde. I'm happy and sexy just the way I am.

In the cracked mirrors, demon and angelic spirit were locked in confrontation, each apparently equally matched. Lois saw herself, dark hair loose. The crystal was glowing more intently now, the crimson glow in its heart burning brighter. She felt the struggle without was mirrored within her own soul.

It was a question of faith.