Boring Exposition Chapter
A demon came to visit them a few days after Brief and Garterbelt asked for their help. "I have news and orders from hell," he said. "These come straight from the top 'metaphorically speaking'. You're to hunt down and kill Corset."
"WHAT?!" they both screamed.
"I figured you'd both be surprised" he said. "At about the same time he opened the Hell's gate he tried to stage a military coup in hell. He didn't succeed but there's a lot of confusion and disarray as a result. Almost all of our agents on earth have been recalled to help deal with the problems. However since you're his former subordinates you two have a lot of experience with him and for that reason have been given the honors of killing him."
The messenger refused to say any more and showed himself out.
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A few months later
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"Let's see, all stiches removed, casts off, no sign of hemorrhaging all that remains are a few bruises, " the doctor recited. She's an nise-oni, a small subculture of humans who would make themselves look like demons with fake fangs, horns, coloring their skin, and if possible, fake wings and tails. This one had skin coloring somewhere between the demons sisters normal coloring and Kneesocks when she's blushing, tiny horns on her head, and jutting lower fangs. "I'm surprised both of you survived being in that building while it was collapsing. What the hell were both of you doing in there during a scheduled demolition" (the government covered it up as that, certainly convenient for those who destroyed it). They both turned to avoid facing her. "Alright I know when a question will remain unanswered" she said. "But I hope you'll tell me where you got that coloring. I've never seen such a deep red"
Since the doctors had no reason to keep them there anymore the sisters left the hospital.
"Do you still have the address?" asked Scanty "Yes sister" said Kneesocks.
The bus ride took them to a nearby church. It was rather nondescript, and typical, a brown brick building with a bell tower at the front. They approached the door and slammed the doorknocker, a few seconds later Garterbelt opened the door. "You decided to come, I thought you wouldn't be here after 3 weeks," he grumbled, opening the door the rest of the way.
"We're here to discuss our alliance," Scanty announced.
"Wait until Brief gets here" said Garter. A few minutes later Brief walked in with Chuck following close behind. He had a few new additions to his outfit: a set of goggles on his head, his Proton pack looked like it had been heavily modified, and lastly he held a rifle with a gas blower under-barrel attachment, the gas blower is connected to the proton pack. There were multiple white stains of an unknown substance on his suit.
"How was the ghost hunting?" asked Garterbelt, "and why do you smell like milk?" "First question, it was fine" he replied removing 2 coins from his pocket "you don't want to know the answer to the second question" Brief noticed the demon sisters. "Oh you're here, I thought you weren't going to arrive after week 5."
"Yes, we're here to discuss the terms of our allegiance and share knowledge," said Kneesocks.
"Let me just change into a clean set of clothes, I don't want to smell like milk." said Brief
"I'll go with you, I don't want you to go unprotected." interjected Garterbelt, prompting Brief to sweat and become nervous before running into the laundry room, and locking the door behind him. A short while later (but not short enough for Fastener and Chuck to start fighting again) Brief came out in a clean set of clothes. Garterbelt getting annoyed again stomped on Chuck and Fastener.
They discussed working together and their opponents over dinner. "Firstly does Corset have any new lackeys?" asked Garterbelt.
"A tall heavily built man, a tall women of average build and a hawk-like zipper. The woman uses an AK47 assault rifle, 2 revolvers, a curved sword, and has healing abilities. The man uses, some kind of shotgun, it's a very old design and he fights while wearing a modified bomb disposal suit. The zipper was in its combat form, and had multiple machines attached to it. The ones we saw used were jets on its wings and tail feathers, claw attachments on its talons, flak cannons on its shoulders and a mini-gun in its mouth and possibly other weapons. They talked about pay, so their mercenaries, and highly skilled ones." They explained.
"Not like Corset to get outside help, he usually thinks demons and ghosts are unstoppable." Garterbelt muttered loudly. "These must be some very high quality mercs."
"How has the Panty Path gone?" Scanty asked.
"It's no good," said Brief. "The trail stopped right at the entrance to this city, no messages from god, and no sign of Corset or any of his minions. All I've been able to do is hunt a few ghosts. Garterbelt has been teaching me."
"What about those ghosts? Is there any evidence that they're being nurtured by Corset or the mercenaries?" Kneesocks asked.
"None that I have found. They're surprisingly easy to deal with if one has the right tools," said Brief.
The rest of dinner was eaten in silence.
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A few months ago, post-Mercenaries vs. Demon Sisters fight.
The female mercenary was sitting at a table with a big stack of books relating to demons and ghosts. She was still wearing her armor and helmet; presumably she never takes those off. She yawned, closed one of the tomes and opened another one. The big mercenary walked in. He was wearing more casual clothing, a muscle shirt and boxers. He's heavily muscled and has short brown hair.
"You've been awake for a long time" he said.
"I have ghosts to study," she said in response.
"I know all about them. Shoot them once, twice if their a tough one and they explode." he said.
"Back then we were employed by humans who just wanted us to deal with the ghosts. Now we're employed by a demon that wants us to either create or nurture them. Which means I've got a lot of cramming to do, and obviously you're not helping since this bores you." She said.
"Sorry were you saying something Socks" he asked as he walked back in carrying a bottle of bourbon and two glasses.
"I should never have let you pick our codenames Boxers," she grumbled.
"I figured that since you've been reading for the past few hours you'll want something to drink," he said pouring a glass for each of them.
"Sure. I'll need it to get through the night," she said while grabbing a glass. "Here's to a lucrative contract"
"And here's to a fun fight. I hope our next targets will provide a better challenge."
They clinked their glasses.
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Sorry about taking a few months to come up with another chapter. It's likely that I'm only apologizing to one person. I'm new to this. You might want to go back and re-read the previous chapter. I've recently read the book "How not to Write a Novel" and fixed some of the problems I had.