Later at the church...
"BROOOO!" Panty wept as she sobbed into a ball on the floor.
"MOOOM!" Stocking wept as well as she ate Ice Cream continuously.
"This disgusting artwork... this can only be the work of one person..." Garterbelt went as he looked over the crime scene photos, "The Angel Killer."
"ANGEL KILLER?!" Panty and Stocking went at the same time in horror.
"The Angel Killer is a foul demon who's murdered and slaughtered billions of angels, some reports say her body count has gone into the trillions or even quadrillions, the point is, she's unstoppable. She kills more than Heaven can produce, just trying to go up against her is nothing short of suicide for it would take someone on par with her skills to even stand the slights slim chance of survival against her. But the worst part is, is that The Angel Killer doesn't even give a damn about her own fellow demons. A few have made the mistake of questioning her power and authority and as a result, paid the ultimate price with their existence since when an angel or demon dies they just cease to exist because there's nothing higher or lower than Heaven or Hell,"
"Wait, if she's as good as you say she is then why the fuck did me and Stocking not fight her during our battles against Corset?!" Panty pointed out.
"She's an absolute last resort. Demons and Ghosts around the world only ever call her in when all else has failed. Nobody knows how long she's been alive, but she's definitely been around long enough to have killed billions of angels. Some say there is one group of angels she refuses to kill, Nephalems. Half angels, half-demons. Rather than kill them, she manipulates them into giving up their Angel Heritage and embracing their Demon side, there's no length she won't go to making them do it, even though sexual favors,"
Panty and Stocking shuddered in horror.
"Hey, uh, does she drive a silver car with guns and missiles coming out of it?" Panty asked.
"You mean you encountered her Interceptor while out on the job?! How the fuck are you bitches not dead?!" Garterbelt panicked.
"YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE JACKASS, SHE JUST POPPED OUR TIRES, SENT US OFF THE FUCKING BRIDGE, AND WENT FOR OUR FAMILY!"
"Looks like she's started playing mind games with you, just don't let her get into your head, it's the quickest way you'll get your fat asses killed by her. Oh, and Panty?"
"Hmm?"
"I'd recommend ditching your guns for swords. You stand a better chance against The Angel Killer with them, The Angel Killer's one mean sword master, she'll destroy your panty guns before you can even say repent mother fucker,"
Panty gulped in horror.
"Stocking. I recommend overseeing Panty's sword training, considering you're the only one within a 2,000-mile radius who has a mastery of swordsmanship she's gonna need all the training she's gonna get since the only thing she understands is blast first then ask questions second like a Ballas doing a drive-by on Grove Street,"
"Oh no..." Panty groaned.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," Stocking sadistically went.
?...
Scanty and Kneesocks walked along the streets of Daten city, frustrated out of their minds. Corset was gone, their influence over everyone was gone, now they were on the streets, cold, and running out of money.
"Those damn angels! They ruined everything for us!" Scanty growled.
"Those Anarchy Sisters are gonna get what's coming to them eventually dear sister, just have some patience," Kneesocks reassured.
"Patience?! We've been on the streets for weeks! We're running out of money, our beautiful clothes are starting to wither away, and we're hungry! How is waiting around going to help us?!"
The sound of a car slowing down caught their attention as a silver car parked right in front of their path.
"Oh, great, now what?!" Scanty groaned.
The car door opened and out came a face the duo immediately recognized and feared.
"IT'S THE ANGEL KILLER!" Kneesocks panicked as she and Scanty got on their knees and hands, "OH PLEASE DEAR ANGEL KILLER, PLEASE DON'T KILL US! WE TRIED EVERYTHING WE COULD TO-"
"Get in the car,"
"Huh?!" The Daemon Sisters went.
"Get. In. The. Car,"
Scanty and Kneesocks complied without a second thought and as soon as the Angel Killer got int and started up the car, the trio was off...