You descend from the heavens into Daten City’s chaotic streets, your Ghost Vision Pro Max glowing with ethereal light, holographic interface shimmering as your sleek, celestial gear hums with power. The Anarchy sisters, Panty and Stocking, stand dumbfounded, their angelic weapons—Backlace and Stripe—fizzling out, rendered useless with a single tap on your holographic screen. Sparks fly from Panty’s pistol, and Stocking’s katanas droop like wet noodles, their angelic aura snuffed out by your divine tech.

Scanty Daemon, the red-skinned demon with short, spiky green hair, leans against a lamppost, his beige suit crisp despite the mayhem. His yellow-green eyes glint with sadistic glee as he watches the sisters’ panic. Beside him, his younger brother Kneesocks, equally red-skinned with slicked-back crimson hair, adjusts his glasses, a smirk curling his lips. Both brothers, genderbent but no less menacing, revel in the chaos, their demon forms accentuated by black leather and studded belts, horns glinting under the streetlights.

“Rules, rules, rules!” Scanty sneers, rolling his R’s as he flicks his wrist, his Double Gold Lacytanga revolvers materializing from his black thongs. “Look at them, Kneesocks, scrambling like roaches! Their pathetic toys are no match for this heavenly interloper’s tech!” He laughs, a deep, mocking sound, pointing at Panty, who’s furiously shaking her gun as if it’ll magically work again.

Kneesocks chuckles, his own weapon, Double Gold Spandex, gleaming in his hands. “Indeed, brother,” he says, voice smooth but dripping with contempt. “This one’s little gadget has done our work for us. The Anarchy sisters, humiliated without us lifting a finger!” He adjusts his tie, his brown suit mirroring Scanty’s, though his demeanor is cooler, more calculated. The brothers share a glance, their bond tight, almost too close, as they revel in the sisters’ misery.

Panty curses, kicking a trash can, while Stocking glares at you, her gothic dress fluttering as she tries to summon her blades’ power to no avail. Your Ghost Vision Pro Max pulses, projecting a holographic barrier that nullifies their angelic essence. Scanty strides forward, his boots clicking, and leans in close to Panty, his fang flashing. “What’s wrong, whore? Can’t shoot straight anymore?” he taunts, then turns to you, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “And you… what’s a heavenly hotshot like you doing stealing our fun?”

( ❯❯❯❯ icon by @Neire-X on DevianArt ! )