Sex Magick Cult

"What?" Lois Lane said, brow furrowing. "Like Kenneth Grant?"

"Grant was an amateur, though an enthusiastic one," Blaze explained. Lois Lane and Blaze were dressed and enjoying a discreet drink in the demon's office. Given her unconfirmed-but-probable-pregnancy, the reporter had opted for a diet cola. The demon was drinking whiskey straight.

"I...well, I'd already revealed myself to the young women. They were happy with the sex, but not about getting knocked up. I thought I could use that...so I offered to teach them sex magick. They still wouldn't let me cum in them, but we got to do...other things."

Lois raised an eyebrow as she sipped her soda. Rule number one of interviews: if the subject is talking, don't interrupt.

Angelica sighed. "So I taught them a few of the basics. How to use their sexual fluids to create sigils and talismans, how to use orgasms to charge those with power...none of them were going to be casting fireballs or anything like that. Except I didn't count on a few things."

The demon paused to sip her whiskey.

"Like what?" Lois prompted.

"They got...into it. Like really into it. The whole acolyte scene, dressing up in robes. They dropped out of their mundane lives entirely, hang around the club at all hours, beg me to draw them 'deeper into the mysteries' as long as my sperm never goes near their little twats, and experimenting..." The demon frowned and finished off her drink. When she went to refill the glass, Lois took the bottle out of her hand.

"Experimenting?"

Blaze screwed up her face. "Trying to overcharge a sigil by having simultaneous orgasms, tattooing sigils onto their body by mixing menstrual blood with the ink—which is disgusting—Diana has started doing some kind of light-bondage/BDSM/spanking thing with the others, and Tonya has this piss fetish..."

"Always the quiet ones," Lois observed.

"Seriously! She follows me into the bathroom, it's creepy. Especially the way she tried to swallow as much as she can and then smiles at me and says 'Thank you mistress for your dark blessing.' Hurrgh." The demon shivered at the memory. "I thought I could mold them into a coven and help me...entrap Superman, or reap some souls, something." The demon's head hit the desk. "Now I have no idea what to do. There's not much more that I can teach them that isn't actually dangerous, and now I've met you and—"

Angelica raised her head, dark eyes bleary and bloodshot. Lois wondered if that was from the whiskey, or something to do with her human guise. There was a lot about Angelica Blaze that Lois didn't know...and maybe wanted to know.

"—I don't want to be leader of a sex magick cult anymore."

"Well," Lois said. "I have a solution for that."