"So, how did last night at the bar go?" Panty asked Boxer.

All the angels with the exception of Socks, were all seated on the couch.

"It was good for me." Boxer answered. "But, I got the sweet end of the deal there compared to father Garterbelt."

"Why's that?" asked Stocking.

"Well, father got drunk after five Martinis and saw it fit to go in the backroom. And guessed whose shift it was?"

"Darf?" Panty said instantly without thinking.

"Darf." Boxer confirmed. "After 30 minutes, I decided to go check on them. So I walk back there and I see father Garterbelt lying face down, ass bleeding, and facing upwards. Darf of course fled the scene, like he always does. I then have to take 30 more minutes to sober up and drive us back here. He's still upstairs, recovering from his mangled asshole."

"Fuck. What does Darf do back there?" asked Panty.

"I don't want to talk about it." Boxer answered quietly.

After a few seconds, they heard Garterbelt yelling from upstairs. "BOXER! COME HERE AND TEND TO MY ASSHOLE! PREPARE THE OINTMENT!" he yelled.

Panty looked at him wide eyed. "I am so fucking happy not to be you." She said to Boxer.

"Rub it in. Please." Boxer monotoned and headed upstairs, "COMING FATHER!" he called up.

When he disappeared upstairs, Socks walked in the room. He was carrying a cardboard box.

"Hey, check out what I found in front of our door." He said.

Stocking tilted her head to the side. "What is it?" She asked.

"It's package that was supposed to go to the Daemon Sisters. It has City Hall's address on it. I think the mailman made a mistake." He explained.

"What the fuck are we waiting for? Let's open that shit up and see what they got." Panty suggested.

"Wait. Shouldn't we be good citizens and give them their mail back? It is illegal to open other people's mail." Socks said in a fake nervous voice.

Panty gave him an unamused look. "That sounds gayer than your brother."

"I heard that!" Boxer shouted from upstairs.

"HA! I'm just kidding. Let's open this fucker." Socks said.

Socks put the box on the table and cut it vertically with his sock sai. The flaps came loose and he pushed them aside. Inside the box was packing popcorn. He dug through it until he found a phallus shaped objected. Its base was red and its top was black.

Stocking raised an eyebrow. "A dildo?"

"No." said Socks, "This is a firework, a firework made in Hell."

"Why would they only order one?" Stocking asked.

"Maybe they are expensive. This must be the kind of fireworks Satan uses to blow up cities."

Boxer came down the stairs and noticed the phallus shaped item in his brother's hand and then the box. "That is not mine. I ordered a butt plug."

"It's a firework, Boxer, we got in the mail by mistake." Socks said.

"Let's launch it. It will be so badass." Panty said.

Socks thought for a second. "Yes. Let's."

When it got dark out, the four angels went outside. Socks went back inside to get a lighter. When he came back out he saw Panty duct taping Chuck to the firework.

"Why are you taping Chuck to the firework?" Asked Socks.

"It's cool. He agreed to it." Panty answered. She then turned her head to Chuck and whispered in his ear, "Remember, if you die 1000 virgin zipper dogs await you in Heaven."

"CHUUuuuuuck." The green dog moaned dreamily.

Socks took the firework, with Chuck now taped on, and set it up on a flat patch of grass. Panty than snatched the lighter from him.

"I want to set it off." She said.

Socks rolled his eyes, "Fine."

He then walked over the Boxer and Stocking, who were keeping their distance from the massive firework. Panty lit the rocket and began running to the others. She tripped on her own foot on the way to them. They all pointed and laughed loudly at her.

"Fuck you guys." She said getting up and turning around fast. Just in time to see the firework blast off. It shot up into the sky with Chuck screaming and watering from his eyes. Just when they thought it was going to blow, it didn't. It just kept flying upwards. It suddenly disappeared.

"I can't see it." Boxer said looking upwards.

"I think…it left the atmosphere…it's in space." Socks said.

"Well, that suc-" Before Stocking could finish her sentence a massive explosion went off well above the Earth. The firework went off creating a black and red explosion, bigger and louder than Earth made fireworks. All the angels were in awe by it.

Meanwhile up in space. The rocket exploded. The aftershock was so massive that it hit a star. The star didn't explode, it moved. The force of the explosion had pushed the star a fair amount of distance to the side. When it stopped moving, it began to glow bright blue, as did four other stars in its proximity. Ray of lights began to connect them, like a constellation. When all the stars were connected, the rays formed a Pentagram. The angels also saw the shape.

"That's fucking cool!" Panty screamed pointing at the Pentagram.

Socks than noticed an object falling from the sky, "HOLY SHIT! METEOR! RUN!"

The angels scattered, taking cover from the falling object. In the fray, Stocking bumped into Panty. They both looked up and noticed the object coming right to them. Stocking screamed and embraced Panty, the blonde sister did the same to her. They both closed their eyes tightly and prepared for impact. Then they heard a small boom in front of them. They opened their eyes and saw that Chuck landed right in front of them.

"Oh. There he is." Boxer said walking towards them and out of his hiding place behind a tree. He then looked at the Anarchy sisters. "What are you two doing?"

They quickly let each other go. "Nothing." They both said in unison.

Socks walked over and picked up the mangled and burnt Chuck. "Well, let's head inside."

Boxer agreed, "Oh yeah, we should get some sleep. Panty you have to get up early. You have that check-up for your Yeast infection."

"YOU SHIT-EATER! YOU SAID YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" She screamed at him.

Boxer faked a hurt look, "Ok. Fine. If you don't want me to drive you, you could walk. Your license is suspended. Remember?"

"I fucking had the right of way at that intersection." She defended.

"You were clearly drunk and meant to hit him." Stocking reminded.

"Please. I would hit Geekboy if I was sober."

"You're lucky he only had a few bruised ribs, otherwise your angel license would've been revoked." Socks said.

The angels went to bed later on. They were oblivious to the evil they had just unleashed on the world. The stars were lined and they glowed brightly.

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, water began to bubble and the Earth slowly shook. The ancient city of R'lyeh rose up from the deep. In it, its most fearsome deity awoke; the dark lord Cthulhu. The dark one has returned to eradicate humanity and claim the planet for his own.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's note: Cthulhu and R'yleh are creations of HP Lovecraft.