Heroes. Saviors. Defenders. Rescuers. Words for people who are idolized by society for their power. But only if it's used for society's benefit of security. If you are a hero that alsohas a special or rare kind of power, you might be a candidate to being a 'Superhero'.

If you have power, but do not have the exact morals of a traditional hero or have no desire to cater to the helpless world, you are nothing special. It is possibly you're tagged as a 'Potential Villain' or a 'Destructive Force'. Maybe even considered to be borderline evil…

The title sounds great, but personally, I have no intentions of becoming a 'generic' hero. Which is why I strive to become something that separates me from everyone else. I'd rather transcend past that level of prestige. With my power alone, I could rise to become even higher of an ordinary superhero.

What that is...is something I need to find out for myself. There's a place somewhere that can answer what it actually is. Where there are beings that are of that level of magnitude.

That guy on the phone told me that a place like that exists, and that he would tell me what this place is after this Corset stuff is over. So the sooner I find that Corset guy, the better…

Demonic Power Struggle II

"I thought… you're here to save us…" mumbled Scanty, still in shock.

"Tsk. Save you two… from an E-Rank ghost?" asked Boxer, brushing the back of his head with his hair. "Aren't you two 'High-Class Commanders'? That would mean you're both very strong right?"

"Imbecile." said the staggering Kneesocks, using one of her scythes to help herself up. "Our superior, Corset, had previously used our energy and power to enhance his own. So don't be condescending for our current and unfortunate predicament."

"Don't be vexed Kneesocks…" said Scanty, slowly get back on her feet as well. "It may sound harsh, but he's right. We can't even handle our own without his assistance at all. Even now…"

"Hey, take it easy." Boxer noticed the bleeding cut on the left leg of Scanty. He rushed over to her side, carried her to a safe distance, and carefully laid her down to the ground. "Don't overdo it again. Remember last time when I found you? Besides…" The spiky blue-haired demon looked back over at the staggering younger sister, Kneesocks. He knew if anyone should be fighting Alley Gater, it was her.

"So… you two work for this Corset guy too." said Boxer, approaching Kneesocks. "But why aren't you with him?"

"He left from Daten City to arrive here, leaving us behind." answered Kneesocks, finally getting a hold of her stability again. "His plan was to unlock Hell's Gate, but ended in failure to the interference of two angels. One of them, Stocking Anarchy, just happened to leave with him, saying she was 'actually a demon'. So we came here in hoping to find an explanation for all of figured that separating ourselves would make it less difficultto find them."

"And I guess that's when I found your sister." said Boxer, folding his arms. "And I managed you find you, when you were fighting that crocodile."

"Unfortunately…" Kneesocks adjusted her glasses, but looked down in agony. "I've been a stagnant failure, and you've been protecting my dear sister while I remained powerless. That's why you avoided a battle with the ghost. You said 'your fight isn't over', that was directed towards me specifically and not my sister and I."

"You've caught on. At least you're intel makes up for your current state of power." said Boxer, with a slight smirk.

"Boxers, you're an odd person…" muttered Kneesocks, looking at Boxer's eyes. "I detest your mentality towards rules. A demon like you is very rare. Yet… I appreciate that rareness about you. Any typical guy would always save the powerless damsel in distress, but you have no desire to be a hero. I highly doubt you saved us because we're of the opposite gender. So I might grow to give you my trust one day."

"Thanks. I'd rather seem odd than ordinary anyways." Nodded the spiky blue-haired demon. "I'm going to look at your sister's leg, while you figure out how to take on that ghost."

"..." Kneesocks took in a huge gulp in her throat, fully aware of the difficult task at hand. Boxer comforting Scanty seemed to calm the ponytailed demon, allowing her to retain her focus on the opponent.

From a far distance, Stocking was watching these events unfold.

(So… is that Geek Boy's friend? The guy that's been kicking that alligator's ass. Weird... I didn't expect him to be an actual demon. Much less one that dresses so casually. Although I'll admit... I really want to meet him face to face. Just to see if he might screw up my 'plan'... Hopefully he'll be a good boy, and I won't have to kill him...)

"Hey, you alright?" asked Boxer, as he leaned town to Scanty's side.

"No need to worry about me." Scanty replied, as she turned her head away in embarrassment. "It's just-"

"Relax, don't sweat it." interrupted Boxer, pulling out bandages from the pocket of his pants. He wrapped the bandages around Scanty's left leg, where the bleeding cut was. "There. Hopefully this helps."

"Thank you..." Scanty mumbled, now her head turned to center, but tried to not make eye contact with Boxer. "You've been helping me a lot... for a weakling like me..."

"Hey! Enough of that Nancy!" said Boxer, which resulted into Scanty leaning forward and giving him a blank stare. She reacted by puffing up her face with a glare towards him.

"Please don't tell me... you actually forgot my name..." huffed the annoyed Scanty.

"Wait a minute! No! I meant like 'Negative Nancy'!" quickly responded the blue-haired demon.

(How in the hell can I figure out away to beat him. Unlike Boxers, my physical strength right now will not suffice... And he's immune to my Golden Spandex as well... If my power could return to it normal state, the probability of victory would be more in my favor. But I'll take a chance... I'll take Boxers' word for it... For now...)

"Oh... that dumbass refusing to fight me, so he's leaving it up to you?!" laughed Alley Gater. "I've easily beaten you on two occasions, yet you believe this will result any different!?"

"Perhaps the third time is successful!" Kneesocks sprinted towards the alligator, trying to build up as much momentum as she could in her one and only scythe.

"Stupid demon! You failures could NEVER DEFEAT ME!" Alley Gater swung his scaly tail towards the speeding Kneesocks.

(I won't lose again... Not to this low-life beast! I cannot let myself to rely on Boxers for me and my sister's safety! I will protect dear sister! With my own power! Protecting my sister! THAT IS MY RULE!)

The blade-end of Gold Spandex began to begin a transformation. Extending in size.

SLASH!

Kneesocks' altered weapon horizontally cut Alley Gater's body in half. The alligator ghost's split bodies exploded.

"What the hell... justed happened..." said the the absolute shocked Scanty, awed by her younger sister's victory.

"It's simple..." Boxer said with a pleased grin on his face. "She obviously got her power back. With an extension it seems."

Kneesocks held her morphed weapon high in the air to get a better visual view of it. Surprised to see what her scythe had become, for she seemed to recognize its form.

"A legendary scythe that was never meant to be in the hands of the living... The unholy offspring of Hell and The Grim Reaper... Feared by all souls and ghosts... It has the overwhelming capabilities of Death itself... The Gold Reaper..."

END?

-Author's Note-

Kneesocks: Is it true? Have I just obtained a weapon of such capabilities?

Scanty: Hey, I want you're help to retain my strength!

Boxer: My help?

Kneesocks: Boxers, I going to analyze this weapon, so I'm leaving my dear sister in your care.

Next Time on STOP! We are Demons - Chapter 8 - Pact Among Demons

Stocking: Cherry Boy... I can smell your sweet scent...

So, Kneesocks has her strength back with the addition of a new weapon. And due to her upcoming absense, the next chapter seems to be relvolving Scanty and Boxer. How will this turn out? And will Stocking somehow be involved in this?

Anyways, I managed to upload a new chapter without taking over a month or two like before! XD

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