Chapter 3: It's That Bad

"The hell is his deal?" Panty asked.

"This be the result of a true tortured soul, ya cumdumster." Garder said. "One who screwed up his own life so badly that nobody can forgive him... not even himself. Adding to Stocking's comment, he left some details out of the story to make himself sound impressive. But for him to remember the whole story'd put him back in one of Hell's asylum's."

"It's that bad?" Brief asked.

"Yeah. It's that bad. Bein' obsessive with one of those Seven Sins can be trouble, as I hope you two know, but this is the result of someone giving into temptation of all seven of 'em. It's damn near impossible to break free of them alone, and since nobody forgives him, there's no hope for this creature."

"W-why'd you call him that? That seems harsh," Brief said abrubtly.

Garder shook his head slowly. "He's got the body of an angel, the desires of a demon, and the corruptible attitude of a mortal man. And somewhere in that cocktail of a gene pool he's got the immortality of a God."

"What?!" everyone asked in unison.

"He's made one too many deals and broken way to many promises. He's got ties with Lucifer, Judgement, Death, and the Lord Himself. He's even made a few bargains with Corset and I. And he's broken promises with every single one of us, thanks to those damnable Sins of his. And now those ties got him by the neck. Every day he's suffering, begging for death, but even the Reaper'd been cheated. Not even he'll pay him a visit. After all, killing him would send his soul to either Heaven or Hell. And neither of them want him taking residence. Knowing this, the Lord went and made him immortal, so he wouldn't end up in either unexpectedly."

"Damn," Stocking said. "What does he do about it?"

"There isn't anything he can do about it. He lives forever in suffering cause nobody wants anything to do with him. So he walks here on Earth, regretting every sinful act he unconsciously makes.

"Which brings me back to my original question, Pierce." he snapped upon saying his name. Pierce flinched and looked up, only showing his eyes. They were red and bloodshot, obviously showing he had been crying the whole time. "What in God's name are you doing in Daten City? My home?!"

"I- I... heard angels w-were here. And I tho-ught that... m-maybe-"

"That they'd help you? They can just barely help themselves. And you said it yourself: 'Ya fucked it up again'. Get the hell outta my church, backstabbin' freak o' nature."

Pierce's eyes widened. The color in his face diminished. He was beyond hurt. Beyond miserable. He stood up and shuffled his feet toward the opening left in the church wall.

"Hold the phone, you douchebag!" Panty yelled. Pierce halted in the entryway. She and Stocking both stood up and faced towards Garderbelt. "I don't think you ever noticed, but we've been kicked outta Heaven. You think we left feeling great? No! It was fucking terrible! And he's been dejected by even his own maker? You can't tell me that this guy has a shred of joy in his life."

"You've actually said yourself how living since time began made every day feel like torture," Brief joined in.

"I- But I found things to enjoy my unending life-"

"He doesn't have a life to enjoy!" Stocking emphasized. "You said, 'nobody wants him and it's just torture day in and day out. He needs to be given a life he can enjoy!"

"And you think you're the ones to do just that?" Garder said "Lest we forget you both got your own problems that'll only make his worse."

"Yeah, but we're seemingly the only ones who give a shit about this guy. That should be reason enough," Panty countered.

Garder pinched the ridge of his nose. "The only time you two take consideration for someone other than yourselves..." he growled. "Very well. Let's see you try and give this man's life happiness." Pierce lowered his head and smiled, uncontrollable tears of joy lined his cheeks. Garderbelt turned around and made his way to his room. "You've got no idea what you've gotten yourselves into," he grumbled to himself.

A/N: Yeah. Told you I was gonna destroy him. But I'm sure the Anarchy Sisters can help this poor train wreck of a guy like they said.

...Right?