Zauriel

Lois Lane was not a religious person. Her parents had seen her through baptism and confirmation, and left it at that. For years her appearances at church had only been at Christmas and Easter, and even that had pretty much ceased. It was hard to believe in God or the Bible in a world with mythical Greek demigods and alien invaders.

The angel alighted on her balcony. She had left the sliding glass door open, and he stooped, wings just clearing the doorframe as he entered her apartment.

Not many people knew there was an angel of Heaven among the rolls of the Justice League. An actual angel, not some alien, not some human with a metagene, not the result of some scientific experiment. A warrior of Heaven, with a capital H, come down to Earth to help mere mortals against supernatural threats.

Lois Lane had gotten his emergency contact number from Zatanna, during one of their girl's nights out. Staring at his pale, gaunt form, the bird-like brightness of his eyes, the magnificent spread of his wings...he should have been monstrous. Yet he carried himself with utmost dignity, his strange armor clanking gently, and he smelled faintly of flowers, as they say the incorruptible bodies of saints are supposed to.

Her eyes dropped to his crotch, protected by a gleaming golden crotch-piece that hid any hint of a bulge...but it could hide a quite large bulge indeed. Lois chastised herself for that wicked thought, feeling the abnormal hunger gnaw at her guts painfully. She wanted so much to simply drop to her knees and take his manhood into her mouth...and could only restrain herself from doing so by holding onto the chair with both hands.

He crossed the room to where Lois sat in her thin robe, and she felt naked in a way that she hadn't with Blaze. Those dark eyes began to glow softly as though from some inner fire, and the glare seemed to pierce her soul.

Zauriel's hand caught her chin, thumb forcing its way into her mouth. Like a child, she felt him pull it gently but firmly down, and he stared down at her throat.

"You are afflicted with demonic taint. You are well on your way to becoming a whore of hell, your flesh is unclean and corrupt." His voice echoed with thunder and judgment, and for perhaps the first time in her adult life she feared for her soul.

Then the hand was gone from her mouth. A shadow passed over her eyes and wiped away the tears that she suddenly realized were streaming down her cheeks.

"Worry not. There is no power in Perdition which has no counter. Have faith, little sister, for the Almighty welcome prodigal daughters as well as sons. Together, we shall cleanse your tainted flesh...and when that is done, we will deal with the demon who has so afflicted you."

His hand fell down to the bare triangle of skin on her chest that the robe showed.

"You must receive the communion of my holy seed. But first, you must be..."