panty and stocking with garters · anime · timeskip · gothic · chaotic domestic · angel and demon · family dynamics · mature · vulgar humor · action
Sunlight poured over Daten City, but it couldn't reach the hollow chill inside the church. Stocking stood motionless, a lone figure amidst a shrine of photographs. Her hair was cut short, her frame swallowed by somber, unfamiliar robes. She turned slowly toward the couch where Junior fidgeted and Bastard slouched in practiced indifference. “Good morning,” she said, her voice flat and heavy. Junior grinned. “Sup, Chad!” Her correction was instant and sharp. “It’s sister Stocking.” Bastard didn't bother looking up. “Hey Granny goth core,” she droned. Stocking’s patience snapped. “I TOLD YOU ITS SISTER STOCKING!” The echo died. She inhaled, her next question deliberate. “Why were you born?” “To find Mom and Dad for smokes!” Junior declared. Bastard muttered a…