"Ugh, I want to kill everyone here." Socks moaned as he, Boxer, Panty, and Stocking walked into Daten City High.

"You'll lose that urge eventually." Stocking told him. The Anomie brothers weren't too happy about going to school in order to keep a low profile. Garterbelt had them enrolled before they arrived.

"It's not all bad." Panty said trying to lighten up the mood for once, "Who knows, Boxer? You might find some really hot guys here, I know I have."

"I wouldn't force a straight guy, Panty." Boxer said.

"You'd be surprised how many homos we have here," she said.

As if on cue, Briefers Rock, also known as Geekboy to the Anarchy sisters, ran over to the two angels to greet them, but tripped on his own foot and landed right in front of the angels. Boxer and Socks, having never met him before, looked down at him in confusion, "Is this one of them?" Boxer asked Panty as he pointed down at Brief.

"I wish…nah, Boxer, Socks, this is Geekboy, he's been following us around ever since we got here." Panty said.

Socks lend his hand down to Brief, who looked up in confusion. No one had ever helped him before. Brief took Socks' hand and the angel helped him up off the ground. Once he was standing again, Socks had his hand outstretched towards him again. Brief accepted his hand again and shook it. "I'm Socks Anomie." Socks said.

"Briefers Rock…but you can call me Brief…or Geekboy if you really want to," he said, still taken back by his kindness towards him.

Once Brief was done shaking Socks' hand, he turned to Boxer and let out his hand towards him. Boxer didn't shake his hand, he just responded, "Boxer, nice to meet you Rock."

Brief was surprised that Boxer chose to call him by his last name, but he didn't question it. He finally spoke to Panty, the reason why he came over to them in the first place. "Hi P-Panty."

Panty rolled her eyes at his usual greeting and ignored it. "Come on guys, let's just get this over with," she groaned, her mood dampened.

…..

Later on, the five sat down at lunch. Boxer and Socks were not happy; they were beginning to see why their father made it sound like they were going to prison before they left. Socks was about to ask Stocking a question when he noticed her looking to an empty table across from them. "That's weird." Stocking said.

"What is?" Socks asked.

"The demon sisters aren't here."

"What? Who?" Boxer and Socks both asked upon hearing the word demon.

"The demon sisters, they aren't ones who would miss school. You could tie a piano to them and they would still show up. Even if they do have to drag the pianos around all day." Stocking said.

"Are they actual, you know, demons?" Boxer asked, a little worried.

"Yes, but they're big push overs. Wonder why they're not here…"

….

"We really should be at school, Scanty. It isn't wise to miss even a single day. We must keep up our appearance as school queens." Kneesocks said to her sister. Both were in their office at City Hall.

"This is more important, Kneesocks." Scanty said, "Don't worry, I called the school and told them we are ill."

Before Kneesocks could respond, a buzzer went off on the intercom, "Miss Scanty, your 12:00 is here to see you," it said.

Scanty pushed the buzzer's button, "Send him up," she said. The sisters than heard the sound of the elevator make its way up to their floor. They walked towards the door and waited.

"Who is this again?" Kneesocks asked.

"A friend, let me do the talking." Scanty said. The elevator dinged to let them know that it arrived and the doors opened. Out walked the demon from the prison, in his trench coat. He had his dark red hair that stretched down to his deltoids fashioned into dread locks. His horns, one on each side of his head were shaped like that of a ram.

Scanty approached him and spoke to him, "Hello Trenchcoat, you look well." She then put her hand out to him so he could shake it.

The demon called Trenchcoat looked down at her hand and then back up to her. Instead, of shaking her hand he wrapped his arms around her and locked her in a bear hug, lifting her up off the ground as he did so. "Scanty! I have missed you!" he said.

Kneesocks just stood to the side, confused by this. "Scanty, how do you know him?" Trenchcoat released Scanty so she could speak.

"Kneesocks, this is Trenchcoat." Scanty said to her sister.

"What's up?" Trench said waving his hand at Kneesocks.

"He's a friend from the past." Scanty explained.

"Oh, speaking of past, I brought you something Scanty." Trench said. He reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a black bra. It transformed into a black and gold chainsaw.

Scanty smiled at her old weapon, but shooed it away. "Sorry Trench, I said I wouldn't use that anymore," she said.

"Aw, come on Scanty, the Flaming Akuma hasn't been the same since you left." Trenchcoat said. He transformed the chainsaw back into a bra and put it back in his pocket.

"Flaming Akuma? Scanty, what's he talking about? Were you in gang or something?" Kneesocks asked, concerned.

"A gang of mercenaries." Scanty clarified. Kneesocks was puzzled.

"How come I never knew about this?" she asked.

"You were still in your senior year at the academy, I joined the Flaming Akuma. I needed something to do until you graduated, right? Besides, it was a great way to test out my combat skills. The Flaming Akuma usually were hired for assassinations, search and destroys, and rarely search and rescue missions." Scanty explained.

"Was never really a fan of the search and rescue missions." Trench cut in. Scanty chuckled, she knew why. She saw a worried look on her sister's face. Scanty put a hand on Kneesocks' shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't worry, that was all in the past. I'm a changed demon now," she said. Trench rolled his eyes.

"Unfortunately you are."

Scanty became serious, "Now, on to business. Trench, I presume you had ease getting here?" Trench nodded.

"Yes, thanks to your pet for slipping me the keys to my cell." Trench said referring to Fastener.

"Good. Follow us." Scanty said. She led Trench into their office room and sat him down. Kneesocks went with them.

"I called you here for a very important manner." Scanty said.

"Right, so who do you want me recruit?" Trench asked.

"I don't wish for you to recruit anyone, I wish for more of the opposite actually." Scanty said.

"Oh, an assassination. I like it. Someone causing you trouble."

"Yes," Scanty answered, "As you know, my sister and I work for one of our lord Satan's lieutenants, Corset. He has been given the task to secure Daten City for Hell's personal benefits. We intend to help him do so as it is our job, but we cannot do so with angels running around."

"So, you want me to off an angel?" Trench asked.

"Two." Scanty said.

"What?"

"Two, there are two angels." A small smile made its way to Trench's face as Scanty said this.

"Sisters as a matter of fact." Kneesocks said.

"Aww, just like you two." Trench teased.

"You will find that they are nothing like us," Scanty said, "They are also not a force to be reckoned with."

"Well, you two are in luck, it just so happens massacring angels is my specialty." Trench said.

"What since when?" Scanty asked.

Trench chuckled and got up from his seat and went to the window overlooking Daten City. "Did you ever look at the history of this fine city before coming here?" he asked them, not taking his eyes off the city.

Scanty shrugged, "Why read a history, when you are about to erase it?"

Trench chuckled again. "Then I guess you have never heard of the Daten City butcher."

"From what we know, this butcher killed teens, thirty specifically. He did disappear without a trace some time ago. We do have some memorials of the victims here and there throughout the city. We are thinking about taking them done though." Scanty said.

"What if I told you that those teens, weren't actually what they seemed to be?" Trench asked.

"What?" Both the sisters asked.

Trench walked away from the window and to the desk. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a red marker. "May I?" he asked.

"Go ahead." Scanty said.

Trench went to the center of the room and got down on his hands and knees. He drew a pentagram and then a circle around it. He got up when it was done and bit down on his thumb, drawing blood. The demon then let his bleeding thumb drip it the center of the pentagram and then on each of the five points.

"Stand inside the center," he told the demon sisters. They did so and Trench joined them.

"Home." Trench simply said. And the pentagram glowed briefly and the three demons vanished. They reappeared somewhere else that was not on Earth.

The sisters recognized where they were. "Hell?" Scanty questioned.

Trench nodded and pointed behind them. There was a rusty shed with the door closed. He led them into the shed, it was pitch black. He flipped on the lights, as soon as they came one and illuminated the room, Scanty and Kneesocks gasped.

All around the single rectangular room, were plaques with various clothing and undergarments nailed to them. "Weren't actually teens." Trench said again.

"They…are…" Scanty stammered.

"Were," Trench corrected. He walked over to a plaque that had a belt hanging on it. He picked it off and held it.

"This guy, sent down for…what was it again? Oh yeah, the sin of pride. He thought he could take me in a one on one fight…I remember ripping his brain out. Weird, I didn't think he had any." Trench laughed to himself and put the belt back on the wall. He moved to the next one, which had two red wristbands. He took them off the plaque and held one in each hand.

"These belonged to a jock. A really greedy one I might add. In the end, his greed was his undoing, amazing what you could do with gold spray paint and a pipe bomb." Trench said.

The next clothing item he came too after putting the bands back on the plaque was a bow, one a girl would put in her hair. "I liked this one," he said, "this girl was sent down for the sin of sloth, really lazy…and easy. She was a good lay."

Scanty spoke up despite her discomfort. "You're the butcher?"

"Yeah, I thought that was obvious by now." Trench said.

"When did you do this and why have I never known?" Scanty asked.

"What did you think I do on my 'me weekends'?" Trench asked. He then moved to two empty plaques.

"However, as impressive as my collection is, I'm missing two things, a pair of panties and stockings," he said pointing to the two empty plaques.

"How convenient, it just so happens that these two angels are the ones you looking for." Kneesocks said.

"Awesome! When do I begin?" Trench asked eagerly.

"Now. These are your targets." Scanty said, taking Panty and Stocking's student ID pictures out of her pocket and handed them to him.

"How much do we pay you for this job?" Scanty asked him. Trench looked down at the pictures before looking to her.

"None. Consider it an act of charity for an old friend," he said. He looked back down to the picture again.

"Daten City, your butcher has returned."

….

"You're not going to do it." Boxer said to Panty. The four angels went to a wing bar and grill for dinner after school. Panty, of course, ordered the hottest sauce on the menu.

"Oh yes I am." Panty said with the bottle of hot sauce and a shot glass in front of her.

"Hey Panty, how are you going to lick dicks if your tongue is all burnt?" Stocking joked after taking a sip from her chocolate milk.

Panty shot Stocking an angry look, "Shut your fat face."

She then began unscrewing the cap of the bottle and then poured the sauce into the shot glass. She brought it up to her lips, but stopped before she could drink it. "What do I get if I do this?" she asked.

"I will give you fifteen dollars." Boxer said.

"Fifty bucks if you swirl it around in your mouth before swallowing." Socks said.

"Done!" Panty said and drank all the sauce out of the glass. She swirled it around in her mouth like Socks said to do and tried to swallow it. Stocking noticed her sister trying to swallow the sauce.

"You can do it Panty. Just pretend its jizz." Stocking said.

Panty swallowed and was about to yell at Stocking, but quickly the sauce took its affect and she let out a scream. She grabbed Boxer's margarita and used it to wash it down.

Once she was calm, Socks reached into his pocket and pulled out fifty dollars.

"Yes!" Panty celebrated as she took the money from him.

"Yes, great, you start spending that money by buying me another margarita." Boxer said.

TO BE CONTINUED