Atuhor's Nose: You all can go ahead and ignore the previous chapter's note, I guess it was just a temporary bout of Writer's Block. Basically, I forgot why I rarely write two chapters in the same day. It's because I get worn out writing the chapter of the day, and forget what I'm going to write for the next chapter.

Also, some of you may notice that the chapter length is dipping slightly from Chapter Two. I'm kind of getting trapped in exposition chapter after exposition chapter here, but rest assured that this will be ending fairly shortly. I haven't figured out precicly what I'm going to write in the next chapter, but I'm fairly confident that this is going to be the last piece of exposition that I'm doing before the story picks up again.

But I digress. Here is Chapter Six of Dan Vs. The Demon Sisters. Enjoy.

-EverSoNitro

Dan Vs. The Demon Sisters

-Chapter Six-

The team had arrived back at Chris's house, after dropping Dan off to pick up his car. They had decided to wait for him to get back before they attempted to make any futher sense of their discoveries back at Dan's apartment, namely the symbol in the closet and the cavity under the building. Finally, after a few hours of waiting, Dan walked through the door. Looking around the living room, he saw Panty, Chris, and Brief all playing a videogame, while Stocking sat and watched, snacking on a piece of cake she had found in the fridge.

"Hey!" Dan shouted, causing everyone to jump in surprise. "What are you slackers doing? We've got serious business to take care of here!"

"Oh, hey Dan," Chris said sheepishly. He shut off the TV (despite Panty's whines of "But I was winning!"), and continued. "So, you're car's all fixed?"

"Yeah, and it costed me more than those Demon Sisters gave me," he replied. He fished a credit card out of his pocket and tossed it to Chris. "Oh, by the way, you'll be getting an unrelated $2500 charge on your credit card bill this month, probably something Elise went and bought."

Chris took the card and eyed Dan suspiciously. He was fairly certain he knew who and what the charge was actually for, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. "That's probably good, then. We won't all have to cram into my car now."

"And we won't have to deal with your awful driving anymore," Dan added, to which a murmur of agreement spread throughout the room. "But I digress," Dan continued. "Why haven't you been working on finding out what's under my building while I was gone?"

"Well," Brief said. "We decided we should wait for you to get back, because-"

"Because we figured you probably would have blown up in our faces if you found out we found anything out with you gone," Panty interrupted.

"...You're probably right about that, actually," Dan said. He walked over and plopped down on the couch next to Stocking, who was still eating the cake. "So le-" He stopped as he noticed something unusual on the icing of the cake. He saw a half of a balloon, and an H and what could be a piece of an A. He looked at Stocking. "Where did you get that?" He asked her.

"I got it out of the fridge," Stocking said. "What does it matter? It's not very good any-"

"Chris, why is there a birthday cake in your fridge?" Dan asked Chris, interrupting Stocking. "I thought I took your birthday cake the other day."

"Yeah, well," Chris said, rubbing the back of his head. "Elise kind of figured we should make two cakes for my birthday, in case you showed up and..."

"And?" Dan said, as Chris started to trailed off.

"And somehow ruined the first one." Chris said hurriedly.

"What?" Dan said incredulously. "I'd never do something like that! How dare she imply I would do such a thing!"

"To be fair, you did steal the first one," Chris said.

"I didn't steal it, I merely accepted it as payment," Dan explained. "Besides, it's still intact, though substantially more eaten. Where's Elise so I can tell her how insulted I am?"

"She said she had to go on a business trip in Detroit for a few days," Chris said.

"I'm not sure I really believed her, to be honest." Brief said. "I happened to glance into your bedroom while she was packing a little while ago, and she was packing what looked like pretty high-end night-vision goggles into her bag."

"Whatever, maybe she likes to read in the dark," Dan said. "It's none of our concern. I'll just have to berate her when she gets ba-"

"Blah blah blah who cares?" Panty cut in, looking extremely bored. "As interesting as your relationship drama is, shouldn't we be doing something?"

"Oh! Right!" Brief said, fumbling around in his pocket and pulling out his phone. He dialed a number on his phone, and waited for somebody to answer. "Hello, Garter? It's Brief. We've discovered this symbol that may be connected with whatever the Demon Sisters are planning," he explained. "Hold on, I'll send you a picture." He pointed the camera of his phone at the symbol he had drawn in his notepad, and took a picture. As the picture was sent to the person at the other end, he continued. "We were wondering if you knew what-"

Suddenly, a loud voice erupted from the speaker of Brief's phone, causing him to quickly stretch the hand holding the phone away from his ear. "YOU MUST STOP THE DEMON SISTERS AT ALL COSTS!" The voice, presumably the one known as Garter, screamed. "IF THEY SUCCEED IN FREEING WHAT LIES UNDERNEATH THE CITY, THEY COULD DESTROY THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!"

There was a short pause, and Garter continued, albiet in a substaintially calmer voice. "There is an old legend that tells of a being of great power that rampaged throughout the area now known as California. This being was fueled by a great anger at the mortals of the Earth, and was unhappy with the way they feuded with one another over things it deemed trivial. It sought to bring peace to the Earth, by way of destroying mankind and ending their wars. It stormed across the land, killing mortals everywhere it went. Legend has it one man, after traveling afar to exact vengeance on a savage warlord for killing his family, returned to find his home and possesions destroyed by the beast. He swore revenge on the monster, and followed its wake of destruction until he caught up with it. He fought and fought and eventually incapacitated it, but he was unable to destroy it for good.

"As it turned out, the beast was a Ghost, feuled by the hatred of mankind for one another, so the man, being a mortal, was unable to vanquish it on his own. Instead, he chose to seal it beneath the earth, and enlisted the aid of a shaman to put the Ghost into an eternal slumber. However, the only way the spell would remain permanent is if the man, and any member of his bloodline following him, remained overtop of its resting place for all eternity.

"It was fortold that the bloodline would become diluted, however, and the spell would be weakened as a result. At this time, a pair of slaves of what they called the Dark Master of the Realm of the Wicked, would attempt to break the weakened spell by forcing the man away from the spot where the beast lies, and unleash the Ghost upon the Earth yet again, this time the beast having absorbed thousands and thousands of years of mankind's anger and hatred. However, the decendant guarding the beast would be aided by two servants of the Righteous Lord of the Realm of the Pure, who would assist the decendant in fighting off the dark slaves, and keep the spell intact by ensuring the decendant keep his place."

"Hang on..." Chris said. "Dark Master of the Realm of the Wicked, and Righteous Lord of the Realm of the Pure... that sounds an awful lot like the Devil and God, and Hell and Heaven! Which would mean that the dark slaves would be two demons, and the pure servants would be two angels!"

"Scanty and Kneesocks..." Brief continued. "And Panty and Stocking... but that would make Dan..."

The whole room turned to look at Dan. He looked back at the group, an eyebrow raised. "Why is everybody looking at me like that?" He asked.

"Dan," Chris said slowly. "Think about it. The guy that fought with the Ghost had just gotten back to his home from exacting revenge on someone when he swore vengeance on the monster for destroying his home. Doesn't that sound familiar to you?"

"And after he sealed the Ghost underground, his decendants have lived in the same place ever since," Stocking said. "Now, thousands of years later, the Demon Sisters are trying to force you out of your home, and Panty and I, a couple of angels, are helping you to get back at them and keep your apartment."

Dan stared at the group silently. "...So?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Panty sighed. She leapt over the table and grabbed Dan by the shirt. She started shaking him as hard as she could. "You're the fucker's decendant!" She shouted. "This whole fuckin' situation is a prophecy from a thousand fucking years ago! If we don't stop those bitches from destorying your apartment, they'll free the fuckin' ghost and KILL. EVERYONE."

Dan swatted Panty's arms away and straightened up. "So... the whole world depends on me getting my apartment back?"

"It would appear that would be the case," Garter said from over the phone.

"And if I don't, the Demon Sisters are going to free some horrorterror that's lurking just under my home and destroy everything on the planet?"

"Sure looks that way," Chris said.

Dan said nothing for a good minute. Finally, a pair of words escaped his mouth.

"Holy shit."