A Deal Between Devils

DemonCon, December 13th 2010: an annual welcome gathering for all hellish abominations to exchange their tales of conquest and sell services to fellow fiends in hopes of crushing the foes that stand against their goals at conquest and domination; for some, it's just a fun way to spend one weekend of the year with other minions of darkness, but for others, it is a place to attempt to muster an army and eliminate their nemeses so evil can finally triumph over good. And for the Demon Sisters, the latter was most certainly their reason for being here, anything so that they could finally smite those maddening Anarchy Sisters once and for all... unfortunately, their recruitment scheme wasn't faring very well; all day, they had tried to convince the many attendees to side with them so they could defeat their rivals for good, yet nobody had agreed to sign up to their team.

"Alright, we're down to the Z's," Scanty, the eldest sister sighed, miserable that they had gone through the whole alphabet of demons and not one of them was willing to help them, "Surely there's at least ONE yes we can salvage from this predicament; Zankou?"
"No," Kneesocks, the younger sister bluntly replied, marking a cross next to the name on her list.
"Zanshin?" Scanty asked again.
"No," the blue-haired demoness shook her head, adding another cross on her list.
"Zelloripus?"
"No."
"Zed, the Punk Rock Zombie?"
"No."
"Zepar? Overlord Zetta? 02? Zoxim? Zuul?"
"No, no, no, no and no," Kneesocks flicked through all twenty six sheets on her list, each name having a small cross next to it, "It really is amazing that, even having gone through the whole alphabet of attendees this year, not one of them is willing to join us, dear sister."
"We've been through everyone at this lousy convention, EVERYONE!!!" Scanty shrieked, stamping her foot in anger, "I cannot believe not one of them, not even Him, would agree to help us! Him! A cross-dressing, crab-clawed devil who spends his time trying to destroy three superpowered kindergarten students, is not willing to assist us in our annihilation of those rotten Anarchy Sisters!"
"It could be worse, dear sister," Kneesocks tried to calm her down, "We could have been attending VillCon instead this year and the only person who would be willing to sign up with us would be the Condiment King."
"Oh, please, for the love of everything unholy, do NOT say that again!" her green-haired sister snorted, a slight hint of fear in her anger, "The last thing we need is a man who uses ketchup and mustard to commit crimes."
"Agreed, his methods truly are disgusting... so, what shall we do now?"
There's only one thing we can do, sister of mine," Scanty sighed, disappointed in their failure, "We shall have to defeat those ill-mannered and untamed angels by ourselves."

A sudden burst of laughter from behind them caught the crimson-skinned siblings off guard, the pair spinning around to find a young, human-looking man approaching them, amused by their conversation as he chuckled aloud.
"I-I'm sorry, I can't believe what I'm hearing," the man laughed, humoured by what he had heard, "You-you actually think you STILL stand a chance against the Anarchy Sisters without an army? That's rich, how many times have you failed to do that now? Five?"
"I do believe our conversation does not involve you," Scanty snubbed their antagonist, trying to walk away, "Now if you'll excuse us, we shall continue our discussion in private."
"And, to correct you, it is actually six," Kneesocks added, following her sister, "Good day, sir."
"Oh, c'mon, don't get your panties in a twist," the young man stopped them, his comment having irritated the sisters, "Oh, did I touch a nerve, or did I use a plural when I meant to use a singular? Lemme try again; don't get your Panty in a twist... wait, does that even work as a sentence?"
"Enough with your insistance on butchering the English language," Scanty snarled as she got in the face of their pest, "Either you tell us why you proceed to annoy us or we shall politely ask you to take your testing of others' patience elsewhere!"
"Bitch, please, I'm only having a bit of fun with you," the man chuckled, humoured at her reaction, "If you get so easily wound up, you wouldn't last one day on the internet; trolls would have a field day with you, I can tell you that much."
"Regardless of whatever magical creatures you believe shall enjoy irritating us, tell us what it is you want or we are done here," Kneesocks told him, having kept a cooler head than her sister.
"Noobs..." the young man mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath to prevent any more laughter, "Alright, so you two are looking for a little assistance in your quest to stomp out Panty and Stocking, right? Sorry to burst your bubbles, but I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen any time soon, if at all."
"Are you insinuating that the two of us are unable to defeat those chaotic and most disgusting angels?" the green-haired sister asked, a clear look of irritation on her face.
"Well, you are down six-nothing against them," the man sneered back, "All I'm saying is maybe, well, you two should just give up and admit they're better than you."

"BETTER!?" Scanty shrieked again, clutching her antagonist's robe with both hands and pulling his face close to hers, clearly at the end of her teather, "You had better understand one thing, you nimrod; those two are nothing more than a pair of uneducated, immoral, unrestrained, intolerable and utterly shameful excuses for angels! They are anything but better than us, do you understand!?"
"Geez, someone needs to re-fucking-lax," the young man freed himself from her clutches and dusted his robe down, "Y'see, that's exactly why you two keep losing to them, your superiority complex; as smart, polite, hardworking and moral as you are by comparrison, P and S keep on humiliating you because they've got a never-say-die attitude while you two retreat when the going gets too tough. That's why you've, as of yet, fallen at each hurdle when they oppose you; they don't know when to quit and you don't know when to stick it out to the finale."
"And your solution to this issue would be...?" Kneesocks asked, trying to make sure her sister calmed down.
"My solution is that you wait until P and S are at their most vunerable, maybe they get seperated or something, then you beat the everloving shit outta them one at a time," the man smirked, "Apparently, those two function far better as a tandem, but a tandem needs both sets of wheels and pedals in order to keep moving; cut off the head and the body will soon die, divide and conquer... y'know, handicap them."
"And, I assume, you would perhaps wish to assist us in this plan of handicapping of the Anarchy Sisters?" Scanty grinned, "Like you said, 'divide and conquer,' right?"
"Yeah, I wish," the young man laughed again, "Honey, I get paid to fuck bitches, not to fuck with them... but y'know what, I'm not convinced you can actually do it alone."
"And here we thought you had some honour to your words," Kneesocks grunted in disappointment, "So, you expect the two of us to work out how to bring down those pesky angels by ourselves, even after suggesting we use a numbers advantage in order to do so?"
"I prefer watching catfights, a guy getting involved just ruins the fun," the man smirked, "Actually, I bet that, before the year is out, you two cannot defeat the Anarchy Sisters once and for all."

"A bet?" Scanty asked as the Demon Sisters looked at one another, displeased looks on their faces, "We don't play games of luck, my dear, gambling is for those who've lost everything but hope, and what is hope without willpower?"
"Well, I guess you won't want to prove me wrong then," the young man grinned, "If you really can beat Panty and Stocking, then you'd be able to show me; as a matter of fact, I bet my services to you for a whole month that, before the end of the year, you two will fail in defeating the Anarchy Sisters."
"And just what 'services' do you mean?" Scanty asked again, this time intrigued by the offer.
"Anything you want; cleaning your limo with a toothbrush, maid service, creating an army of a thousand Ghosts for you all by myself," the man smirked, "Anything you tell me, I'll do it, regardless of what it is; I will endure one month of whatever you can think of, but only if you can defeat the Anarchy Sisters by yourselves, with no assistance from anyone here today... whaddaya say?"
"And if we do fail," Kneesocks interrupted, not liking where this bet was going, "Then what happens?"
"I'm putting my services on the line for you," the young man replied, "Fair is only fair, right?"
There was a long pause as the sisters thought to themselves about the situation.
"Excuse us, will you?" Scanty asked, pulling her sister to one side and whispering, "A servant for one whole month, who is willing to do anything we command; that does sound rather enjoyable."
"I do not trust him, sister," Kneesocks grunted back, looking over her shoulder at the young man again, "It would be foolish to agree to this bet and gamble our fate away."
"Do you really believe the Anarchy Sisters are superior to us?" Scanty asked, her grin having turned to a scowl, "We cannot allow him to believe we are failures; this way, we can defeat them once and for all, then have a willing slave who will obey every order we give him."
"I never said such a thing, but gambling away our freedom for one month just to prove a point is dangerous."
"We are sisters and sisters do everything together, so are you with me?"
"..."
"Well?"
"I hope you know what you are doing, dear sister..."

"So, what are the rrrrruuuurruus to this bet?" Scanty finally asked, pleased that Kneesocks had agreed to help her.
"The rules are simple," the young man smirked, "Rule one, you two alone must defeat the Anarchy Sisters, whether you spare them or not; rule two, no get-backs before, during or after the result; rule three, whoever loses has to do anything the winners ask, regardless of whether they want to or not; rule four, no get-out clauses; and rule five, no peeking into the future or time-rewinding in order to change the result, it must be a straight-up on-the-day victory without retries... got all that?"
Another pause followed as the sisters thought through their situation, until Kneesocks eventually shrugged.
"You have a deal," Scanty smirked, offering the gambler a handshake, "My sister, Kneesocks and I, Scanty, accept your challenge."
"Glad to hear it," the young man grinned back, shaking the demoness' hand, "Luthor, at your service... although, it could be you at my service if all goes in my favour."
"As much as I doubt such a scenario will occur, dear Luthor, it has been a pleasure doing business with you," Scanty winked before leading her sister away.
"We'll see..." Luthor mumbled to himself, a smirk of confidence on his face.



Ohei, I finally got around to posting something new! My arting ability isn't dead after all!
Yeah, any breaks between submissions right now are purely down to a flux between motivation and ideas, with neither being able to balance out the other
But now I've managed to get something out from a strange idea I had during work over the past couple of weeks and, if I'm honest, I'm quite pleased with this one
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Even if it IS just a way for me to have some fun, regardless of any continuity I may have taken a crap on
Why? Because I'm an asshole, it's what I do best


Seeing how it's been almost two-and-a-half years since this bet has been set to take place and if you've followed Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt through to the finale, you'll most likely know the result of this here agreement
I can only imagine what Luthor has in store for the Demon Sisters... well, of course I can, I'm the one who thought this scenario up

Oh, and also made a slight change to Luthor's hairstyle, just in case it wasn't obvious he's supposed to be... well, y'know, evil and shit


And sorry for the text-block, but this is the only way I can keep the image at regular size and still include a story right now
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Plus, if it turns out I CAN use a fullsize preview image, it's midnight right now, so I'm too frigging tired to make immediate changes



Scanty, Kneesocks and P&SwG (C) Gainax Company, Ltd
Luthor and art belong to me