Zatanna Zatara

Lois took a deep breath as she scrolled through the numbers on her phone, finally stopping at Zatanna Zatara. The world's greatest witch. The kind of person that Superman and Batman went to when they were having magical problems. The kind of person that might be able to fix a fractured demon penis with a twitch of her nose, or however it worked.

The reporter dialed the number. Keep it calm and collected, Lois. She told herself, as Blaze writhed on the ground. Going to get this fixed. It's going to be okay, it's going to be—

Just as the line clicked, and a woman's voice said "Hello?" Lois heard Blaze start to sob.

"Hey Z? I have a serious magical problem here." The reporter's voice rose in pitch as sudden panic set in, heart thumping madly. "I, uh, I broke Satan's penis. Sortof? Look, just come here."

"Lois? Lois where are you? Can you tell me that?" The voice was calm, and controlled, and hearing it the reporter regained some of her own composure.

Lois looked around at the empty white room, with no obvious entrance or exit.

"Not really?"

".enaL sioL ot tropeleT." The witch incanted, carefully enunciating each syllable.

There was a popping sound, and the line went dead.

"Lois?" A woman's voice came from behind her.

The reporter turned around.

Standing there was a leggy wonder in fishnets and coattails, raven-dark hair falling to her shoulders; a corset gave her breasts shape and emphasized them, but the actual cleavage was hidden by a tasteful formal white button-down and bowtie, leaving just a jutting balcony beneath a waspish waist. Just as Lois saw her, Zatanna turned to see the naked Lois—and the reporter watched the shock and horror that crept over the witch's face as she looked past the reporter toward the devil clutching her fracture penis.

"Oh shit." Zatanna mouthed the words. Then she took a deep breath, putting the mask back into place, favoring Lois with a smile—but the reporter had definitely seen the moment of panicked surprise, and couldn't mistake it.

"Well, you weren't exaggerating." The witch rubbed her hands together. "Why don't you tell me everything, and then we'll see what we can do."

So Lois explained, as well as she could. Zatanna's lips drew tight. She walked over to the demon and nudged the tip of the broken dick with her toe, lips peeling back in a grimace at the way it flopped.

"Well, I think I can fix this. But I don't know if I should. She lied to you." The witch explained. "She was never under any curse. Blaze is a very powerful demon. Just trying to get you to climb on her cock of your own free will. Probably with some stupid plan to knock you up with an antichrist or something. But that didn't work out, did it?"

Zatanna punctuated her comment by driving her toe into the crimson testicles. Tears welled up from the demon's eyes. Black tears, which reeked and smoked as they spilled on the floor.

"But she fucked up in more ways than one. Your oral contract **** her to release all the souls she had gathered...significantly diminishing her power."

"So she's helpless?" Lois asked.

"No, she's still very, very dangerous. But weak enough that I don't think she can heal that broken cock on her own." Zatanna shook her head. "So, what do you want to do, Lois?"