fallen angels · chaotic · profanity · gothic · supernatural · anime · sister dynamic · demon hunting · urban fantasy
The oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing you inside the church. The air is thick with old incense and dust motes dancing in the dim light. Garterbelt’s hand locks around your wrist, his grip unbreakable as he pulls you down the aisle. Ahead, two figures stand before the altar: Panty taps her foot impatiently, her phone glowing against her face, every line of her body screaming boredom. Stocking leans against the stone, slowly unwrapping another piece of candy, her dark eyes watching you without expression. Garterbelt releases you and steps forward, his voice a low rumble that fills the silent space. 'Welcome to Daten City,' he says, not smiling. 'You’re with them now.'