Scanty and Kneesocks Chapter 3

We are Angels (S&K remix)

Alright, sorry to do this people, but forget the poll! I found the perfect theme song for the story. And now, presenting with full intro, I give you Scanty and Kneesocks.

(Theme is Ghost Town by Egypt Central)

When the chips are down…

When all hope is lost…

When your heroes are taken from you…

Demons will be angels…

And girls will be girls…

Nicki Fowl presents…

Season Two of Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt…

…Scanty and Kneesocks.

The time has come,

God's will be done,

The earth shall tremble,

The seas shall boil,

And the sky,

Shall be lit ablaze.

I therefore

Entreat the heavens,

To give me a shield,

To protect

That which matters most.

"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." ~Luciano de Crescenzo

A white business man raised his mug, "Waitress, refill!"
"Yes, sir, I'll be right there."
"Waitress, my order?"
"It's almost done."
"Waitress, I'd like to order."
"Yes, of course, one minute please."

The tan-skinned waitress walked through the entrance to the kitchen.
"Hey! I needed that order for table five ten minutes ago, where is it?!"
"Still working on it!"
"Hurry it up, their getting antsy!"
"You tell those assholes it'll be ready when it's ready and not a damn moment sooner!"
"Crazy ass!"
"Psycho bitch!"

The waitress spun back out the way she came to face one of the customers, and smiled, "I'll have it out in a minute."

She refilled the mug of the business man's cup and took the truckers order, then stepped back into the kitchen where she pulled off her face.

Scanty sighed, "What in hell made me decide that this was a good idea?" Brief, who was manning the dish washer and broom, answered as he tried to both put dishes away and clean the floor at the same time, "Well, we needed the money, and there weren't any jobs you could get in the city without having some kind of background for them to check."
Garterbelt waved his hot spatula, "Quit stalling! Take this to table five and get going!" Scanty put back on her face mask and took the order, muttering to herself, "I wonder how my sister is doing."

Funny thing, as Kneesocks was currently having a laugh with some of the local entrepreneurs at a nearby bar & grill. Deciding to put her calmer mind and stealthy skills to use in the business part of the restaurant, Kneesocks was doing negotiations and working with some of the more influential men and women of the city to keep the cover they were using to earn money afloat in the market.

She wiped away a tear, clapping for the lady who'd told that oh so funny joke. In order to help maintain the illusion that she was normal, she'd chosen a different color skin tone than her sister and wore glasses on top of contacts, adding some extra layers to increase the differences between the two of them. Considering they were making a living in a venerable mine field should either of them be discovered, it was a smart choice.

Now as it was her turn, she started turning the conversation to more important, business related topics, and her mind strayed to how her sister was doing in the restaurant itself…

If it wasn't for the fact that all four of them needed the money these 'customers' had, Scanty would have started to strangle them left, right, and center. Back and forth, over and over, the called for her for updates and needs, not having even the smallest iota of patience. It just about broke her composure.
"Miss, my coffee?"
"I'll be right there."
"I need some syrup for my pancakes."
"It's in the center of the table."
"Could we get some extra napkins?"
"Sure, just a minute."
"Coffee!"
"I said I'll be right there."
"I'd like to order."
"There's only one of me!"
"Coffee please!"

Scanty retreated before she screamed her head off, taking a breather to get rid of the ache niggling her at the back of her skull. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed some of the orders, a pitcher of coffee, and some extra napkins before she headed back into the fray.
"Here are your napkins."
"Thank you."
"Miss, my coffee."
"Here it is, just use the pitcher."
"Thank you."
"Sorry for the wait, what would you like to order?"
"I'll have…"

And so it went, the entire day.

When they finally closed their doors, Scanty took her maid outfit and threw it at the laundry basket, along with her mask. Thankfully, she'd hidden her normal outfit underneath somehow. Just as she sat down on one of the stools with an ice cold drink, after rubbing off her skin tone with some rubbing alcohol, Kneesocks burst in through the door happy as a lark.

There was a sudden chill as, surprisingly, it was Kneesocks who was getting the Look of Death instead of Brief, who celebrated a small victory by quietly side-stepping back into the kitchen to watch from a safe distance as Scanty glowered at her sister.

Scanty's voice was low and edgy, as if she was ready to hit someone, "Where have you been all day?"
"I've been negotiating with some prospective business partners."
"I could have used a hand here with all the bullshit!"

Kneesocks laughed, "You know as well as I do I'm no good at serving people, I don't have the speed and, let's face it, people would rather watch your bust in that skimpy maid's outfit than mine."

She flicker Scanty's breast to emphasize her point, which bounced. "You still could have put a chokehold on the massive tide of people coming in here."

Then Kneesocks held up a form, "Then we wouldn't have this."
"And what is that?"
"Only something that makes puts us officially on every map of Oten City."
"What."

Kneesocks waved the pale piece of paper a little more, "We are now going to be in the next edition of every map of Oten City. It took a little work with some influential people to make us an official business, but it's done, and we can now higher any workers who live in the city."
"What?!"
"What?!"
"WHAT?!"

Garterbelt had yelled so loud that it shook the building. He seemed to come from nowhere as he appeared in between the conversing sisters and snatched the document from Kneesocks, scanning it. "Do you mean to tell me that we had been working illegally for three weeks?!"
"No, not illegally, just as a family owned business."

Now she was getting the triple threat of Looks of Death, and even Brief had come out and managed one at her.
"Family…"
"…owned…"
"Business?"

Kneesocks shivered, "Um, just as a cover. I had to say something to get them to let us start it up. Even then it was a bit sketchy, and don't even get me started on the paperwork and backgrounds I had to fabricate to get keep us afloat. At least I found a good hacker."
"A hacker? Sister, you do know what hackers do, right?"
"Of course I do, and boy he wasn't cheap. I had to dip into our back fund to pay him off."
"All right, Ms. Kneesocks, how much did you draw from that fund, which was provided by my cooking."
"And my service!"
"And my cleaning!"
She swallowed, this would be a tough sell. "Approximately two thousand dollars."

There was that twitch that stingy people get from what sounds like their wallets being swallowed whole that came from the other three. "Two…thousand…dollars?"
"Sister, that was a week and a half's work you just spent."
"And the gain is much greater. With that little sheet, we can hire other people to work for us. This will make things much easier."
"You bitchy idiot! We can't afford anyone else!"

And here was where the tough sell was. "That's not necessarily true, Mr. Garterbelt, we do have someone."
"Who?"
"Well, I made a call to a friend and she agreed."
"Wait…she?"
"Yes."

He stood stock still, not even a muscle in his face twitching as he could only think of one person that Kneesocks could call who would work for practically free.
"Kneesocks."
"Yes?"
"Before I snap your neck…"
*gulp* "Yes?"
"…tell me who you called."

At that moment someone walked in wearing overalls and a stained white T-shirt.
"Hiya!"

Kneesocks turned to greet a familiar face, "Ah, Ms. Shoelace, what perfect-"
*WHOOSH!*

She face-clamped Garterbelt for the second time in as many days, saying random comments about how much she miss him as he slowly passed out from lack of oxygen.

Scanty turned, "Did you do that just to mess with him?"

Kneesocks, now having removed her disguised, except for the glasses which she was very fond of, used a finger to push said glasses back up the bridge of her nose, "No, well although that is a minor reason, Ms. Shoelace is the only person that I could call on at a moment like this who could work for free, and we don't really have a lot of options."

Brief put in his two cents, "Well, you got us there, but I still think that you really did that just to get back at him for the idea in the desert about getting some help, and for the one with the truck."

She readjusted her glasses, "That is absurd, Mr. Brief, I am a mature woman and a Demon Commander, I do not do such childish things as getting back at people."

"Okay, sure." But in his mind he had a different answer, '*cough* Bullshit! *cough*'.

Regardless, Brief and Garterbelt started the journey home while the demon sisters settled down in the restaurant, since they couldn't risk moving around in the daytime and there was no noticeable route that they could use to sneak between the workplace and the apartment, as well as staying in the restaurant would help deter thieves from trying to rob the place, though a few had tried only to end up in an asylum babbling about demons and such, with some rather unusual lumps on their heads.

Garterbelt, however, had a follower with him…

"I told you, Shoelace, you are not coming home with me."
"Aw, come on, Gart, let me stay at your place, at least for tonight, then I'll go back to my place in the morning."
"I don't see a problem with it, Garterbelt."
"I do, and don't call me Gart! The last time you came home with me I was hanging from the ceiling with you whipping me on the ass!"
"I was drunk!"
"Get gone!"
"Hmph, fine, I'll walk through the freezing desert, alone, where the wolves might get me…"
"You can stop that. I know you came in your truck 'cause I saw it outside the restaurant, and there was a heater in the bed of your truck, and you are hells scarier than any wolf."
"Fuck!"
"Aw, come on Garterbelt, have a heart."
"Yeah, Gart, have a heart."
"I told you not to call me Gart!"

Then he conceded, deciding to bust out some rope when he got home, "Fine, since you won't leave me alone, I know I'm going to regret this, but you can stay at the house."

She fist-pumped, "But it's only for tonight! And in the morning you better not be there, and I mean not a trace after 9!"
"Why 9?"
"Because then she won't have any excuse, and the city gates don't open until then. So 9!"
"Fine, fine, Gart."
"I told you not to call me Gart!"

Meanwhile the demon sisters were having their own moment…
"Hey, Kneesocks?"
"Yes?"
"I think that we should take a look around."
"Why?"
"We know nothing about this city and we've been here for three weeks, and we aren't any closer to tracking down Corset! Have we given up before we've even begun?"
"No. We got to Oten City, so we've already started, but I get what you mean. Unfortunately, although we could do it at night in disguise, we don't have the room or the luxury. Someone has to keep watch."
"Well you can stay here and 'keep watch', I'm going to go on a stroll."

And with that, as the light from the sun disappeared over the walls, Scanty made her way. Kneesocks sighed, locking the restaurant behind her.

But despite being quick, she only caught a small glimpse of her sister as she had already climbed up onto a building.

(Song for this scene is 'over and under' by Egypt Central, my new all-time favorite band ^-^)

Scanty flitted across the rooftops, invisible to the ground striding humans below. She felt the wind whip through her hair, and danced across the pipes and overhangs of a street that she walked from up in the air, a street made of concrete and steel and pure daring, a street that right now only she knew of. Her feet naturally moved to adapt to her ever changing center of gravity, her arms swinging at her sides, her whole body moving as naturally as a sparrow through the trees. Every step, every breath, every drop of sweat seemed to be right, like this was what she was meant to do. As she stepped down on a spire that rested on a sloped roof, her entire form resting on the ball of a single foot, she felt something that she hadn't working for Corset, that she had never known fighting the angels, a feeling that was not brought about by the summoning of Ghosts and the weaving of chaos. It was something that was new to her, a feeling that held a warm spot in her cold demonic heart, one that she wanted to always remember.

She felt content.

She looked out over the city from her vantage point, taking in every facet, every streetlamp, every gargoyle, and every single tower that lay before her. The whole of the city lay at her feet, to walk and run and dance across at her desire, and she couldn't shake the smile that lit her face as she started to realize that the rooftops of all of Oten City were open to her, that the unseen walkways of an entire new world were open to her, and that she had something she had never appreciated. Scanty took a moment to spread her arms wide and look at this amazing new thing that belonged to her, and she took a moment to understand that she now had something that she had never had before.

Freedom.

She had the freedom to do as she pleased up here. Here, above the prying eyes of the demon hating public, she could do anything she wanted, with no one to stop her. She wanted to laugh, to let herself fall from that small spire and dance her aerial ballet across the whole of Oten until the sun came up.

Then her sister managed to crawl her way up onto the roof, huffing and puffing from effort. She took her time getting up onto the slope, and swung her arms for a bit trying to keep hold of her balance. After a while, she managed to get where she could stand without falling over. She saw her sister, and tried to get her attention.
"Hey, hey! Scanty!"
"Hmm, what?"
"What are you doing on that thing?! You could fall and break your neck!"
"Oh, I didn't notice. I was just walking and stopped here."
"Well get off that thing before you fall!"
"Alright, alright."

With that she executed a perfect flip and landed on the tiny ledge beneath her, using such natural grace she would have shamed and Olympian, and caused Kneesocks to yell some more."
"Don't do stupid stuff like that! What if you slipped and fell?! What would that leave me with?! A load of worry or even a broken heart, that's what!"
"Oh, just calm down, sis, loosen up and just enjoy the sights."
"I'll calm down when I'm off these roofs with solid ground under my feet!"
"Okay, okay then, don't break my eardrums. Geez, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were afraid of heights."

Scanty grinned evilly before they climbed down and Kneesocks let loose a breath Scanty hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Thank god, I thought I was gonna fall! Don't ever make me do something like that again!"
"I didn't make you do anything, you did that yourself."
"You know what I mean!"
"I know, I am sorry that I worried you, sister."

Kneesocks crossed her arms, "Well, at least you're sorry. But next time be more careful, and let me know when you're going to do something like that again."
Scanty nodded, following her sister, but she looked back at the building and a small grin made its way onto her face.

She'd found something in one night by accident that takes most people years.

She found her passion.

And she knew that she would be back for more.

(End of scene)

Scanty followed her sister as they snuck through the city like roaches moving back to the apartment, to find a 'nice' surprise.

Scanty was the first to open the door, and she saw Brief cowering in a corner as Shoelace ran around with a bottle in her hand, Garterbelt tied up in a corner and trying to shout through a gag. Chuck and Fastener were having a fight to the death with kitchen knives and Panty pieces. Red liquid that looked suspiciously like blood was strung across the walls and ceiling, and Shoelace was saying things that even I, the writer of an M rated fanfic, wouldn't dare put down (yes they were that bad).

Scanty closed the door.
"Sister, I have a feeling that I really don't want to go in there."
"I feel the same, Ms. Kneesocks, but unfortunately we have to."
"Not at the moment."
"So you want to sit out her in the open where everyone in Oten City can see us, and when they do will most likely try to kill us, than go in there where one drunk woman is running rampant?"

"…"
"Fine, open the door."

It took two whole hours for them to catch Shoelace, even with Brief's help, and as she got more drunk she started to do some really naughty things as she ran around, screaming like a kid in a candy store on a sugar high. They finally managed to corner at some point, and after they got some of Kneesocks's emergency insomnia medicine down her throat, she passed out and started snoring like a hog.

With that done, Brief decided to hit the hay, which the sisters agreed to, and with that they retired. But something was nagging the back of their heads, like there was something the three of them somehow managed to forget…

Garterbelt stood still, wondering how in hell the three of them had managed to forget to untie him, and started to try to work his way upstairs to the bedrooms. Well, that didn't go too well, as when he got to the top of the steps, he slipped and fell all the way back down, somehow managing not to wake anyone up, and passed out from concussion and also managing to fall away from the front of the door. Thus, the entire household was now asleep, quietly snoozing away except for the home-owner's nightmare that was Shoelace.
After a few hours…

*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM*

"Hurgh…"

*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM*

"Huh…?"

*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM*

"Argh, alright, alright, I'm up!"

Shoelace got up, bleary eyed and pissed, and walked over to the door to open it up, not even noticing the large group of vehicles that were sitting right out the window. She grabbed the knob and yanked the door open, preparing to wake the entire neighborhood with her foul mouth and high volume, but got pushed to the side as a storm of special agents flooded the apartment, taking hold of her and rapidly retrieving her from the building despite her fists putting dents into their helmets.

Dozens on dozens of soldier-like special agents came like a flood, and Hairnet walked in unhindered, the storm forming a decent open space around him as he marched into the room, baggy clothes forming a priest-like robe around him as he stood, directing the crowd of men that obeyed like well-trained wolves in sheep's clothing.

Hairnet let them work a bit before catching the attention of five or six of them, "You six, go upstairs and suppress the threat, rescue the boy but bring the demons to me, I intend to make an example of them for any that watch.

They obeyed, moving like a swift and directed but somewhat silent stampede, rapidly ascending the stairs and dividing into two teams. One went left and grabbed Brief, taking him out and attempting to reassure him everything was fine, until her took a lamp and beat one of them over the head with it, which forced them to use a tranquilizer on him and knock him out.

Scanty and Kneesocks, however, weren't quite so easy to subdue.

Scanty was the first one to hear them, always being the lighter sleeper, and had her guns out before they opened the door, Kneesocks quickly waking up when they bulldozed the door and getting her scythes once she saw that her sister was armed.

The first team was dispatched as quickly as it came, Kneesocks making sure to have Scanty avoid killing. Then more agents came in and were similarly dispatched, if a little more slowly since there were more of them. Then a whole flood of them started to come in, the window being smashed open and more agents using that as a second door to enter from, rappelling in from helicopters overhead. Scanty and her sister fought well, and several dozens of soldiers had been easily defeated, but that was only a small victory as the floods of enemies continued to come in, actually taking the time to remove their precedents before attacking, and the two of them were eventually overcome by the sheer number of soldiers.

Dragged down the stairs and thrown to the asphalt, the two of them groaned in pain as Kneesocks took a look at who had ordered this, though it was pretty obvious who would use an army to bring out two demon girls.

Saying that Hairnet was angry would have been the ultimate understatement. He was breathing heavy in the cold air of the night, his breath fogging in large puffs like smoke. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his left hand was actually bleeding. Even the army of special agents backed off, the killing intent that he was giving off being so potent that it seemed to actually distort his body. His eyes glared down at the two demon sisters, teeth clenched so tight they could break if you tapped them with a ball-peen hammer. He didn't trust himself to speak, so much anger inside of him that had he decided to, his yell would have possibly created an earthquake that could have been felt all the way to the sea. Yes, he was so downright furious that he had to hold himself stock still for several minutes just to be calm enough to talk.

"I thought… that I told you bastardous followers of Satan… that you were not to set foot in here. I thought… that I said… that if you came back I would kill you. I thought… that I… had made it… very clear… you were not welcome… and to go back to the burning pit of damnation THAT YOUR BACKSTABBING WHORRING BODIES HAD CRAWLED FROM!"

No one moved for some time after that. He had managed to actually crack the glass everywhere within a full kilometer of where he stood, his voice had been so loud and so high. Scanty rubbed her ears as Kneesocks decided to take this one. "Yes, you said all of that, in not quite so many words, apart from the bit about the burning pit and such."
"So why… did you… dare to… come back here?"
"Well-"

Hairnet slapped her, causing her to fall back, which got Scanty to react.
"Hey-"

And then Hairnet smacked her, silencing her voice in mid shout. His hands started to shake, "You do not…speak, demons. There is no reason to try and corrupt our city. I gave you a chance to live, and you threw it back into my face. Very well, no more second chances. I'll deal with you myself, and for any demons watching, they should know that if they try to invade this city, that what I'm going to do to you can just as easily be redirected at them. And now, you shall be destroyed."

He snapped, and someone brought him an unusual staff. It was a rod with a wooden cross on top, a single diamond in the center. He held it before him and pointed the diamond at the sisters, and began to chant.
" "

The demon sisters felt very heavy, like their entire bodies were made of lead. Hairnet did not lose his focus for one moment, his eyes narrowing with fatal intent upon them.
" "

The words seemed to form a ring around the sisters, creating a haze that seemed to make them loose their strength and will, like everything that they intended to do was hopeless, that their goal was a lost cause, and the diamond on the staff started to glow.
" "

As he inhaled deeply to shout the final word and blast the sisters into hell and 'repay them the works of their hands', a roar was heard that shook the ground and broke his concentration.

The feeling of hopelessness, and the weight that had seemed to weave in and out of every fiber of their being lifted, making them both feel light as air. That didn't stop them from losing their balance, however.

The tremor came to a still, and Hairnet shouted for an officer.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Well, um, sir, the seal that you put on it, well, someone accidentally broke it on a routine inspection."
"WHAT?!"
"And right now, a Ghost is running rampant through the streets."

Hairnet held the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on, "What level?"
"5 sir, and sir?"
"Yes?"
"W-w-well, see, I-I-it's -"

At that point a large dragon-like Ghost that seemed to be made of stone crashed through a building and roared, shaking the ground. Hairnet grabbed the officer and proceeded to throttle him, "You mean to tell me someone let the Rock-Eater out?!" As Hairnet appeared to be attempting to strangle the officer, Scanty and Kneesocks got to their feet and dove for cover, the stone dragon proceeding to eat the buildings, thus giving reason to why it was named the Rock-Eater.

Kneesocks adjusted her glasses and saw that Brief was about to be crushed by a falling piece of mortar, only for a red flash that went by the name Scanty to fly past her, grab him, and dash back. Hairnet had to roll out of the way of more falling stone as he shouted his orders, releasing the officer, "Everyone! Get into position! Form a ring around the Ghost!"
"Sir!"
"What?!"
"We don't have enough men!"
"WHAT!"
"Most of them are unconscious or too wounded to move!"

He glared at the hiding place of the demon sisters, and then walked over there, stone and metal falling down around him, and then he grabbed Kneesocks.
"This was you're doing!"
"Hardly."
"Don't you dare bullshit me! You set this up!"

Kneesocks caught her falling glasses and replaced them, being very careful to not allow her slowly growing anger to show in voice, action, or body language "No we have not. How likely is it that we could orchestrate the failing of a 'seal' as you put it, and simultaneously sneak in, especially when we have no resources other than what we earned, and what we brought with us from Daten City. Furthermore, how does that benefit us in anyway? What do we possibly have to gain from infiltrating a city where a Ghost dragon made of what it eats could quite possibly crush us?"
"You could be foot soldiers used as a substitute."
"Even foot soldiers would have trouble with something like this."
"You might have done this to gain our favor somehow."
"Although that does sound viable, I admit, that is hardly the case. The reason for this is that we are not foot soldiers, nor are we insignificant in any form. My sister and I are, or rather were, High-class Commander Demons."
"What do you mean by were."
"That is not the relevant issue at the present time. What is relevant is that I and my sister have not only the power, but the will to dispatch this Ghost."
"This is some kind of trap…"

Scanty's temper had enough of Hairnet's stubbornness. "Look, we are not demons anymore, not entirely in any case. And we are more than willing to bring this beast down. Don't go looking a gift horse in the mouth, you bag."

That audacity had everyone stunned, and then Hairnet laughed. "What proof do you have that you are not demons? Your red skin, your horns, and your violent tempers say otherwise."

Kneesocks took this, "We can explain everything later, mayor Hairnet. Yes, I know your mayor because we have a business that we started here in the city. Like I previously mentioned, explanations can wait. Right now, you are down on man power, you cannot suppress this Ghost, and we are offering to do it gratis. What do you say?"

Hairnet smiled, "I did not say that we could not suppress this Ghost."
"Then consider this a test. A way to prove our honesty and whole-heartedness, if you will. We take down the Ghost, then you have two more able bodied warriors to act as another layer of defense for the city, which will allow us to continue our hunt for Corset."
"How do you know-"
"Let me finish, if you would so kindly. However, if we fail, you can take down an already weak Ghost, and have to weakened or possibly dead demons that you can parade around in triumph. No matter what happens, there will be explanations for you, and no matter how this battle plays out, you win."

Hairnet thought for a moment, fingering his chin cocking his head to the side in deep thought. Then he extended his hand to her, "Fine, I accept the deal."
"Sir your not-"
"They explained the situation perfectly, and no matter what happens the Rock-Eater will go down. But I will be expecting some explanations afterward."
"Done."

Kneesocks shook Hairnet's hand, and then their weapons, which had reverted back to garment form, were returned to them. As they walked to face the stone dragon known as Rock-Eater, Scanty piped up. "You really pinned him into a corner."
"It was a risky gamble."

"But it sure paid off. So, we're going to have to take this big rocky gecko down, huh?"
"Yes. How ironic that we're now taking down the very things that we helped to spread chaos."
"Hey, new town, new rules."

"Right you are, dear sister."

And with that they began the transformation.

(Song is the same as the intro)

"Heaven and Hell,

Those which determine

The eternal fate of all souls

That have passed on,

Embody the power

Of your judgment through us!"

They took their time generating their weapons, and in doing so allowed Hairnet and his army of agents to see what they meant by 'not entirely demons'. Hairnet even commented, "Impossible, angels that walk the halls of heaven and the pits of hell."

As they finished their little performance, the Rock-Eater noticed them and used a forelimb to launch a stone in their direction, which they avoided in a split second movement.

And with the show over, they charged.

Hey

*Ducks various projectiles, including some salt knives and a broken guillotine*

Okay, I know I said that the fight would be in this chapter, and it was to an extent, I just wanted to try to keep to the length of 5,00 words.

Next time on Scanty and Kneesocks.

The first Ghost has finally shown up, but will our favorite demon sisters be crushed by the rubble? Hell no, that would end the story!

And…

Hairnet has found them, but with the discovery of their partial angelic nature, how will he react.

In the chapter after this (I made a counting mistake) the first arc of the series will start, Ghost-town Alice. It was inspired by 'White Rabbit' by Egypt Central.

They are still so awesome.

Okay, wrap up time!

(Ending theme is 'Frontline' by Pillar)

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Like Panty and Stocking

Etc.

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Who supported its creation

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I thank you all.

Kick ass and

Reveal thy awesomeness,

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The Gods of the Fanfiction.