The demonic light faded as the transformations and conjuring of their weapons were complete, Scanty and Kneesocks leapt into the fray. Scanty aimed her two gilded black revolvers at the Angels. They ducked and dodged her fire with a speed that belying their stature. Despite their impressive height and dimensions, they were every bit as swift as their much smaller sisters.
Scanty saw the platinum blonde's axe swing for her head and ducked under it, aiming her pistols. The busty Angel avoided the bullets with a waltz-like sidestep, bringing her battle-axe down with enough force to bisect the suite. The floor and walls sundered with the shockwave, shaking the building to its foundations. Scanty backed off and unleashed a torrent of demonic bullets at the assassin.
Bra laughed, twirling her axe around with a baton-dancer's grace, the bullets scattered about from the blue blur of her spinning weapon. "So, you're the ones who gave my bratty little sisters trouble? How droll~" She twirled her axe about before grasping the haft and swinging downard, a planar shockwave cleaving the floor, ceiling and far wall in a surge of debris and stone.
Scanty snarled and smashed her pistols, Double Gold and Lacytanga, together. The pistols glowed and flowed together like melting wax, the energies coalescing as they reformed into a pump-action shotgun and fired, the spray blasting a crater out of floor where the Angel had stood an instant prior. She leapt at her fleeing quarry, Bra's eyes snapped open wide in surprise.
"You can fuse your weapons?!" She exclaimed.
Scanty grinned darkly and aimed.
Bra swung backward as though ducking a limbo bar, the buckshot screaming through the air mere inches above the Angel's perfect, perky bust. She rolled backwards on the floor, jumping to her stilettoed feet as the pommel of her axe met Scanty's chin with a glowing 'crack'. Scanty saw stars as she was sent somersaulting backwards through several walls.
"Sister!" She heard Kneesocks cry out, only for Beater to streak to her sister's side, warclub raised as he bellowed a horribly joyous warcry.
Kneesocks wove out of the way as Boxer's kanabo streaked down, smashing a truck-sized hole all the way down to the ground floor six storeys below.
"Eyes on me, sweet cheeks!" Beater crowed, catching Kneesocks' counterstrike with a casual turn of the kanabo's haft.
Scanty groaned as she rose back to her feet, shaking her head. The sound of footsteps caused her to perk up and bring her shotgun up, catching the haft of the axe with the barrel as she was smashed against a support beam, shattering it. The blade sliced into the concrete next to her head as Bra pushed downward. The Angel glared down on her with a victorious grin as she leaned in, one-handed.
"So tenacious. So futile." Bra oiled, pushing harder and harder as Scanty growled and bared her teeth, her arms burning under the strain. "But by all means, resist~"
"We helped… save this world!" Scanty snarled. "And this is the thanks we get?!"
"Saved this world? You? Ha! You clearly had a hand in causing that mess in the first place! And as the saying goes, you don't score points for wiping your own ass!" Bra's long leg slammed against the wall as she pushed down deeper, her stiletto heels digging into the concrete. Scanty grunted as she felt the haft press in closer, carving a long gash into the pillar as it sliced towards her neck. "You are nothing less than cheap, blasphemous imitations of us. Created to protect your master's quaint little Ghost projects! Overgrown guard dogs! You're complicit in the suffering you have wrought onto the Garden of Man!"
Scanty strained to keep the blade from falling. "Maybe so… but those days are behind us! And I won't let you get in the way of me, or my sister's plans to make this world!" Her weapon glowed as she moved her head to side, using Bra's strength against her. "A better place! A world of rrrules and order!"
Scanty broke her shotgun back into her revolvers, one barrel locked against the shaft. She hissed pain as the axe blade hit her shoulder and dug in, but drew her other revolver and took aim, firing. Blood spurted out as Bra snapped backwards, a hand to her face, roaring in outrage as much as pain as she staggered backward. Scanty rose from the pulverized rubble, her pistols leveled and aimed at the platinum blonde as she swore and snarled.
Scanty's fingers began to squeeze when she felt a blinding white pain in her side. She screamed a mist of blood as she was sent hurtling across the room, smashing through the far wall and out onto the street below. She gathered herself on the street, clutching her bruised, scorched ribs. She looked up to see their fridge hurtling down on top of her. Scanty growled and obliterated it in a hail of bullets, gasping when a mad-eyed and grinning Beater streaked through the debris, warclub swatting her bullets like spitballs. She merged her pistols together once more, forming a Karl Gustav recoilless rifle, and fired. Beater held up his club and grunted as the 84mm round exploded, sending him tumbling through the air.
"Your peashooters ain't gonna help you against me!" Beater roared, twirling like a top as he flew backwards, swinging his kanabo like a baseball bat and swatting a huge electronic billboard, sending it streaking towards Scanty. The green-haired demon ran towards it, sliding on the street as the projectile flew overhead, fusing her weapons into a M1921 Thompson Submachine Gun. Scanty grinned savagely as she took aim. Beater's eyes widened, reaching up as he soared through the air, grabbing a lamp-post with one hand, spinning his club with the other, deflecting the fusillade as he swung upwards, landing on the rooftop of a nearby building.
"Sister!" Scanty heard Kneesocks cry, her eyes locked onto the red haired man as he ran along the rooftops, just ahead of her barrage of bullets as they blew apart the brick and mortar like clay. She was snapped out of her focus when she heard Kneesocks cry out, turning to see Kneesocks smash through the window of their apartment followed closely by Bra, bright angelic blood seeping from a wide gash on her forehead.
"I'll have your unclean heads stuffed and mounted on my wall!" Bra roared.
With a swing of her axe, she sent the teal-headed demoness streaking down the street, knocking parked cars aside like tin cans as panicked Humans fled from the battlefield, skidding down the street to her sister's feet.
"This is becoming quite troublesome, isn't it Dear Kneesocks?" Scanty panted, ignoring the pain in her side as Beater thudded down to the pavement up the street from them.
"Indeed it is… I find myself wondering why, though," Kneesocks uttered. "Even after everything we've done to help… Garterbelt sold us out?"
"Ha! Please! That degenerate probably just landed in the Sahara after Boxer was done with him!" Beater chuckled, tapping his kanabo on the ground. Bra was at his side an instant later, slowly carving a gouge in the asphalt with the blade of her axe. "You okay, B-Cup?"
"Just a scratch," said Bra, airily, ripping a shred of fabric from her blouse, tying it around her forehead. "Take care of this while I powder up, will you, dear brother?"
"Take your time, sis!" Beater cackled, turning back to the demons. "Just so you know, this is ain't nothing personal. Just paying you beasts the respect y'all deserve."
"Deserve?! We fought and bled to save this miserable world! We helped to close the gate the second time!" Scanty barked. "Does Heaven have no gratitude?!"
"And what about the first, dumbass?" Beater shouted. "And all those Ghosts ya made. Didja think all your sins would get ignored because you got a raw deal and turned on your pops? Please! You demons caused untold suffering before you got double crossed!" His club pounded the ground. "To top it off, you two are custom-made abominations, even by Hell's standards!" He licked his chops, sneering at them. "You think we'd believe that two demons who've made it their life's mission to destroy Heaven had a change of heart?!"
He reached out and grabbed an abandoned bus, the metal bunching in his grasp like fabric, flinging it at them as though it were an empty beer can. Scanty blew the vehicle apart with a wave of bullets, Kneesocks deflecting the remaining pieces with her scythes.
"And now you're pretending to care, running your scam charities like you give a shit?!" Beater roared. "You think you can be redeemed with an 'I'm sorry' and a song and dance?!Don't make me laugh!"
He lunged at them, Kanabo at the ready. Scanty aimed her Tommy Gun and fire, only for the brutish Angel to swat the bullets away as he twirled his club. With a deft flick, he sent a score of bullets flying back at them, his speed catching even Kneesocks off-guard, her concentration consumed just trying to deflect the barrage, managing to send a few back at the Angel. Scanty took aim again, preparing a barrage while the Angel was dealing with the reflecting bullets. Pain ripped through her arm in a blazing white flash, causing her to scream and fall to her knees, clutching her bleeding arm.
Shit, the sniper!
"Scanty!" Kneesocks cried, her attention diverted.
"Eyes on the birdie, whore!"
Beater swung out with his club. Kneesocks leapt backwards, trying to tackle Scanty out of the path of the strike, but the Angel was too fast. The club caught them both along its brutal studded edge, sending them flying into the building across the street, shattering the storefront. Scanty groaned, sitting up out of the rubble. Next to her was Kneesocks, unconscious from having taken the brunt of the blow. Scanty groaned, her whole body awash with agony as holy energies burned through her sturdy body. Still she tried to rise, helping her sister to her feet. They wouldn't lose. They couldn't lose!
But… they couldn't win, either.
They couldn't fight off these Angels, battered as they were.
"Fastener!" Hissed a familiar voice.
Scanty looked up, seeing Fastener in G-String, their massive black hummer limousine. Chuck was there too, manning the wheel as the pink dog waved his hands. Scanty shot to her feet and legged it to the limo as the door opened, dragging a dazed Kneesocks with her.
On cue, as the wall behind her exploded inwards in a surge of debris and stone as Beater burst on through, manic grin on his rugged features as Scanty tossed her sister into the limo with a thud, following shortly after. She rolled onto her back and aimed her pistol, unable to maintain her Tommy Gun with her wounds. She aimed through her spread legs, Beater's eyes widened when she fired.
The Angel's head snapped back, smoke trailing from his face. Scanty grinned in momentary triumph, only to have the smile fade into a grimace of horror when Beater's head tilted forward, a smoking smirk on his face.
"Oh, good," he said, his smoking lips splitting apart in a bloody grin, the bullet between his teeth which he then spat out. "You know what I like~"
A red and teal blur streaked by as Kneesock's high heels slammed into the Angel's face, sending him careening into the far wall. Chuck stomped the gas and G-String blazed out of the building and down the street. Scanty rose up and saw it. Standing in the middle of the street was Bra, her wound bandaged, battle-axe at the ready.
"Sister!" Kneesocks cried, merging her Double Gold Spandex together over her head. "Buckle up!"
Scanty did as the weapons merged together into a 10-meter long sarissa. Kneesocks took hold of the shaft and stabbed it downward, the bladed tip sinking into the pavement at Bra's feet. The hummer rushed forward, the shaft of the pike bowing out. Kneesocks grit her teeth and held on, feet digging into the floor. With a grunt of effort, she pressed forward, lifting the bulky vehicle off its wheels. The black and gold pike shaft sprung, flinging G-String up into the air, tumbling over the Angel in a pole-vault. Bra watched, scowling as the hummer set down on its wheels, suspension screaming, bouncing once, twice, before the wheels sent it streaking down the street in a cloud of burnt rubber. The occupants sighed in relief, slumping in their seats as they made their get-away.
"Quick thinking dear sis–" Scanty began to say when a jolt from the ride shook her wounded arm. "Agh!"
"Sister, you're hurt!" Kneesocks streaked over, concern wrought in her eyes as Scanty looked back up at her, a pained smile on her face as her blood pooled on the seat.
"Don't mind me… Chuck, Fastener, pedal to the metal!" She urged.
She rose up, groaning as Chuck and Fastener coordinated. The two weren't friends, but this wasn't new. They'd had to work together back when they were fighting Stocking and Corset. Fastener on directions, and Chuck on the wheel as G-String sped down the boulevard.
"G-String, shrink." Scanty commanded, her demonic powers making the thirty-meter-long stretch Hummer to compress and shrink for better and efficient travel as Kneesocks tore off her blazer and began to wrap it around her shoulder. "My thanks, dear sister…"
"We need to get you patched up. Wounds from Angelic weaponry are not easy to heal from. Not even for us," Kneesocks stated, and Scanty cupped her cheek, smiling softly.
"Where would I be without you…" She murmured, and Kneesocks returned it back, as the girl let out a shuddering sigh.
"Still…" She looked out the window. "Where did those Angels come from, and why? At the very least, Panty left on relatively good terms." She continued to apply pressure to Scanty's wound. "If those Angels were related to her, why would they attack us? After everything we've done for Earth?"
"At the end of the day, we're still demons, dear Kneesocks." Scanty looked up at the ceiling. "Some things just aren't meant to be, I suppose. Humans, demons, angels." She frowned. "They'll be hunting us."
"So much for remaining in charge… Dil D.O will freak now that that battle took place and we cannot even run it." Kneesocks growled. "Those damn Angels…" She turned back to Scanty, going over to the mini-bar to the side. "We need to go underground. Who knows where those Angels came from… they could strike at any of our branch offices."
"I feel bad for our workers…" Scanty groaned, seething as she pressed the clothe against her wound. "They're going to be running around like headless poultry."
"Nothing we can do right now. We recover and rest, and maybe find Panty and Brief."
"Kneesocks?" Scanty looked up at her.
"Why would those angels come down here? Why now? After everything?"
"Well, it's been several months since we parted ways." Scanty sat back in the chair, taking deep breaths. "Could Panty have sold us out?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Kneesocks mused. "But do you consider her the type to be in contact with Heaven?" She looked back at Scanty, who reached into the mini-bar and pulled out a bottle of vodka. She took a small swig, sighing loudly so the alcohol can help dull the pain.
"No, not at all…"
G-String drove out of Dillard Heights and towards Daten City, merging and melding with the traffic and aiming to get as much distance as possible between them and those battle hungry angels.
X)
Boxer walked along the ruined streets, as calm and collected as can be with Pajama by his side, back fully clothed as the civilians milled about, taking photos of the ruined neighborhood surrounding Dillon/Dickens-Orson Headquarters. Firetrucks and ambulances did their duty as policemen kept a perimeter to maintain order and get a grasp on what just happened. Granted, Oten City is used to such fare, going by the paved over and repaired streets. Compared to Daten, Oten was more rundown, but far more populous.
It made plenty of sense for Corset to have his second base of operations here, along with those demon vermin.
Boxer and Pajama made their way over to the highway, where Eden slithered through rush hour traffic, screeching to a stop to the blaring horns and screeching brakes of countless cars. Unbothered by the cacophony, the Angels strolled over to the pure white limo, stepping inside.
"We need to go after them. Now." Bra hissed, a bandage around her head.
"Wow, you actually got hit back there?" Pajama muttered, amused, as she lay down on one of the long seats running up the side of the expansive limo. "Guess those airbags can only take so much."
The busty Angel said nothing, glaring at her.
"Easy now." Boxer assured. "I must say, their weaponry combinations were surprisingly creative. I was not expecting those demons to be so tenacious."
"Neither did we." Beater groused. "That blue haired one in particular kept shaking things up. Broad's tough, can give her that."
"Yeah, what gives for that anyway?" Pajama asked.
"Yes, what gives indeed. You should have given us more fire support." Bra growled at the smaller sister.
"Bra, it was my call." Boxer stepped up, resting and still giving off that pleasant smile. "Trust me, everything I do or don't do is for a reason. And when those Sisters began to utilize their weapons in such fashion, well." He cupped his chin. "Made me ponder."
"They've been fighting Panty and Stocking for a while." Beater espoused. "They're vets at fighting 're used to fighting hard and fast."
"And then there's them helping Briefers after Stocking fell and joined Corset." Pajama added. "More opportunities for XP."
"So, you had Pajama hold her fire because you wanted us to be the guinea pigs?" Bra asked, and Boxer shrugged.
"You two weren't in any real danger. A few nicks and dings." He leaned over, smiling as he cupped his sister's cheek, a thumb running over her wound. With a blue glow, it disappeared. The busty blonde blushed a bit. "Nothing you couldn't handle."
"Well… your confidence in us is most reassuring, dear brother." Bra admitted with a blush, and Pajama turned, glaring at her and going to her tablet. "That said, I fear we lost them."
"We gonna be hunting for them?" Beater asked, looking back at Boxer as he ran a hand down Pajama's pink head.
"But of course. But quietly, with discretion," said Boxer, smirking. "We've tested their abilities, bloodied them. They'll be on the run, desperate. They will lead us to our true quarry."
"You think they know where Corset and Boxer are?" Bra inquired, examining the area where her wound had been for blemishes. "Lead us to them?"
"They are alone on earth, hunted and with no one else to turn to," said Boxer, weaving his fingers together. "In their desperation they will lead us to the Hell's Monkey."
Beater grinned, turning back to the road, eyes glowing blue. "And then we clean house."
"The five of us will be more than enough to handle those demon whores," Bra said, acidly. "But that Corset, he's a crafty one. We'll need all the help we can get."
"Indeed," said Boxer, chuckling as he pulled the glowing blue vial out of his jacket pocket, at the divinity within. "It won't be long now."
(X)
Many miles away in Daten City, within a simple apartment, a figure groaned and writhed on the bed.
She raised her arm, emaciated and pale as a sheet, more akin to a crone's claw than a beautiful young woman. She moaned and panted, her breath coming in hoarse, shrieking pants as she turned over in her bed, looking at a mirror posed under her many Christmas lights.
She couldn't stand her reflection, wizened and pale, but flush and slick with feverish sweat. Tears spilled from her blue ringed eyes as pain burned in her loins, radiating out to every corner of her body.
It hurt. It aches.
She felt hot. She felt cold. Every shiver and tremble made her joints scream in protest.
Panty felt her poor imitation of a lunch, a hot pocket, roil inside her like a bundle of eels, her mouth filling with hot, bitter drool. Despite the pain, she scrambled out of bed, crawling along the floor, making it to the toilet just in time, heaving as she ejected the contents of her stomach into the bowl.
She coughed, letting out a sob as she collapsed to the floor, savoring the coolness of the tiles as bile burned the back of her throat.
She had to cancel so many appointments. So many streams. "Under the weather" was her notice, but it'd been several days now. While she had a decently plump savings account… even that wouldn't cover living in this fine apartment for more than a few months.
She may not last until the end of the month. The pain, the nausea, the boredom of being bedridden. She'd rather be ridden in bed!
Her family was here on Earth, trying yet again to bring her under their thumb, HIS thumb, once more.
Stocking is gone, damned to Hell.
Garter was… wherever, the pervy prick. Who cares?
Chuck was wherever too, but… the stupid green mutt would actually be helping her get through this.
Fuck, why did she kick him out? So what if he humped the cushion and interrupt her streams? She'd have let him join in if it meant having someone around to help her through this hell!
And then there was…
He would have come and helped. Happily and readily. If she hadn't told him to fuck off like the lousy simp he was, that is, wringing his hands how she chose to make her living. If he didn't want to date an E-thot, he shouldn't!
…At least, that's what her mouth had been saying. Truthfully, for some reason his judgment felt… bad, and in a way she couldn't easily ignore. Some small part of her wanted to…
Panty let out a strangled cry, trying to rise, and labor her way back to the kitchen.
Nope. He had to go. In all honesty, at the time, she thought it was for the best. She could be free, and so could he. He's rich, cute, and hung like a horse! He'd land on his feet. Find some broad to be chained to and have a fucking easy peasy life like some normie.
…Why did she cast him away? Why?! She was so goddamned STUPID to throw him away. He was cute, sweet, and charming in his own way. His devotion to her, despite being smothering at times, felt… good. Like she didn't even have to fuck him for him to love her. Not that she wouldn't, of course. The dork had a literal dork between his legs! The fact that it was also a mystical artifact was just glaze on the bukkake!
She looked down at the burnt ashes of the photo, now a dark smear on the carpet. She fell to her knees, placing her wizened, welt-covered hands pawing at the stain, as though attempting to reassemble it.
She wanted to be free, didn't she? She didn't need him, right? Wanted him, sure, the way a kid wants a puppy. So why? Why did she feel this way whenever she thought back to the day she'd finally driven him away? A dull, throbbing ache, bitter in the back of her throat like bile. A day after their final argument over her X-rated streaming gig, he'd walked in on her when she was sandwiched between two Finnish dwarves and a Maori tribesmen as an entire football team cheered them on, flipping him off the whole time.
He finally got the hint.
It was her choice. Brief or her freedom.
She chose freedom, and it was nothing but pain.
"Brief…" She croaked, tears dripping down onto the ashen stain in the carpet. "I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry…" She sobbed, repeating herself through ragged, wheezing breaths. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
She curled into a ball, the pain of her mortal body exploding inside her. The pain of the diseases, and the pain of hunger, the pain of her loss and regret. It was her world now, all at once.
She gazed up at the nightstand. Where that indestructible business card and her landline phone was.
"I'm sorry…"
Panty's noooot having a good time right now, and the Demon Sisters are on the run. All according to keikaku in Boxer's eyes.
I made the Tyranny siblings big strong stat sticks here, but they were caught off guard because while they know how to fight, they haven't fought anything other than themselves in sparring and training, or other Angels. So the Demon Sister's ability to combine weapons to make new weapons caught them completely off guard, so say nothing of Scanty and Kneesock's experience in being the heavy hitters for Brief, Chuck, and Garterbelt in the hypotethical Season2 when they had to put Panty back together and stop Corset and Stocking. Those two were bred for battle against Angels, and would likely have gotten a good kill count against the Exorcists under Adam due to the Exorcist's inability to fight back much(since they never had that happen to them thanks to their aura of invinciblity seen in canon).
Hope you all enjoyed this one. And a big thanks to Wr1teAn0n for his polish here.