Demons Tell Truths, while Angels Speak Lies.

It was a surprisingly quiet morning in the Daten City church, the kitchen was occupied by just Stocking currently, eating dry cereal, looking out the window with bleary eyes, and wearing the lacy nightie that she slept in, annoyed.

“Fuck that ghost…” Stocking sleepily cursed as she recalled the ghost hunt last night. It was quite the chase, spending up until 4am to try and catch that pudgy embarrassment of a ghost that was playing Batman. For a fat nerd he sure could run and hide. She would be staying in bed all day to make up for it, but apparently there’s an event at the school involving an announcement of some class presidents or whatever that promised free gourmet snacks, and fuck if she’s not gonna clean house on that promise.

So here she was, trying to get some sugar from some ghost-themed cereal (Seriously, who calls their cereal, “Ooo O’s”?) out of the box, glowering at the sun for daring to be sun-shiney and happy. Though it might’ve been the glare of the sun right back at her that she did not spot the black shape smack into her face at intense speeds, both angel and black mass fell into the floor. She couldn’t tell what it was, only it was a flying shape that seemed to be holding something glittery, as she tried grabbing that the flittering thing with sunspots in her eyes still, her cereal spilled everywhere as the offending thing was stuck in her nightie, squawking like crazy. Stocking grew frustrated ad tore the thing off of her, her bra portion tearing off as she did so, leaving her just in some lacy panties, and flinging the horrid morning-crasher back out the window.

“And fuck these pigeons, I swear to god!” She yelled, angry to lose a good piece of sleepwear to what she assumed to be a street rat with wings.

She sighed as she looked back down at her scattered breakfast and went to pick up the box that remained, not bothering to clean up those that had spilled. However, now that the glare has faded from her vision, she now saw that amongst the sugar flavored pencil sharpenings called cereal was something still ring-shaped, but was definitely not a piece of cereal.

She reached for the thing, and stumbled a little as she was still in a sleep-addled daze, the now-analyzed jewellery slipped onto her middle finger as a result. Grumbling as she stood back up, she looked at the ring. It was certainly a tacky ill-fitting piece, like a ring of fake plastic colored gold, and baring glass jewels to make it look like it had diamonds in it. Stocking figured it may have been a toy prize in the cereal box or something, and tried to slip it off, but try as she might, it wouldn’t budge, despite how loose it was on her finger.

Giving up, she muttered, “Dammit, I’m too tired for this…” And went back to munching on her cereal. But, all of a sudden, she wasn’t tired. She actually felt rather perky, though with a nasty bitter taste in her mouth right now. “Urgh!” she yelled as she went to go brush her teeth of the horrid taste, labelling it as morning breath, and also ignoring the huge pile of coffee cups on the sink counter. Man, whomever drank all that is going to crash super hard later, that’s for sure.

Meanwhile in the middle of town in Hell Tower A, A demon by the name of Kneesocks walks through the halls towards a conference room to talk with her sister while reading a clipboard. Unlike across the city, the Demon Sister was wide awake from a good night’s sleep, and awoken and prepped herself properly, nice and clean in her regular cream-colored uniform. On the clipboard was a manifest to the event of them having full control over the school area first and foremost with the technical rulings now being employed by her genius paperworking. Soon the Dean will be removed entirely, and the whole of the school shall be their personal hideout, being able to freely experiment with whatever ghost they wanted on the nearby students without having to leave. It was such an ambitious project that she agreed with Scanty that they should hold a bragging party to celebrate.

The moment she opened the door to the meeting room, a loud crash is heard, startling Stocking out of her reverie. She looked in and saw that whatever it was, it burst through the plate-glass window, and is currently struggling around in Scanty’s grip, whom was frustratedly holding on to it via a cloth that was stuck to the flying thing. Looking closer at it as Scanty slammed it into the large meeting table making it lie there in a daze, it appeared to be just a ghost. One that took on a form of a literal rat with bat dragonfly wings. The rat-ghost’s feet seemed entangled in some kind of mesh fabric, while its hands were holding on to a shiny gold ring.

Scanty picked the ring out of its hands as Kneesocks gave her sister a confused look, but the green-haired demon only grinned delightedly towards her as she held up the ring.

“Sister, this is a glorious day!” She declared, smugly waving the bangle around in excitement. Kneesocks just rolled her eyes and took off a sock casually, stabbing the offending rodent and making it poof out of existence with a scythe. The remaining fabric on the table remained, Kneesocks sneering as she recognized it as a torn nightie.

“And what; pray tell, was so important that you had to go gallivanting on your own, ordering a rat-ghost making us under-budget that we had to use a weaker nerd ghost this week, that you couldn’t help out planning the ‘conquering of the school’ celebration? Is that just a ring?”

Scanty shook her head, amused at her sister’s confusion as she slipped on the piece of jewellery. Looking at it now, Kneesocks could see that the thing was actually quite exquisite, looking like it were pure gold, and ringed with flawless amethysts.

“This,” Scanty went on, gesturing with her hand out observing how it looked on her hand, “My dear sister, is a Magic ring. I scouted it out online and had a ghost go steal it. It was quite effective, I admit, and now we have a lot more power than we started with~ Ohohoho~”

Kneesocks only gave her a disbelieving groan, “Not again, Scanty. Look, I appreciate that you at least didn’t spend a lot of our money on more false trinkets, going for stealing it instead, but you gotta stop with these pursuits. Humans have not and will not make anything magical, that thing is likely a very expensive ripoff, whatever it does.” But Kneesocks pauses for a second, hand on chin as she asks, “So what is it you think it’s supposed to do, anyway?”

Scanty faked an expression of being miffed, and replied, “Why, simply the truth, dear sister! Anything I say with this darling accessory becomes the truth, and reality warps to match it.” To which Kneesocks only scoffed and ran her hand through her ponytail, remarking, “Hah! I knew it! Not even the most powerful beings can warp reality, let alone a ring like that. So do put that thing away and help me coordinate the party!”

Scanty pouted, and rubbed the ring in her hand with her thumb, making it spin back and forth on her finger, and said, “Alright, I see some proof is going to be needed here~ How abooouuut…” She tapped the side her head while crossing her arm, making her comparatively sizeable bust raise up under her outfit, looking over her sister lovingly. “I know~ You’re boobs are bigger than your head!”

Scanty’s eyes bugged out as Kneesock’s uniform bulged out greatly as two massive spheres appeared bolted to her sisters’ chest, exploding out like a pair of jiggly balloons. Kneesocks only blushed and turned away, “Scanty! You know I’m sensitive about my…unnaturally large size! Th-this was just a scheme to make fun of me, wasn’t it?”

Scanty was dumbfounded, she really didn’t think it’d work, but it did, and here she was, her sister baring two bouncy boobs in her face. She was both aroused and shocked that it actually did work, and she only barely registered what Kneesocks just said.

“Wh-what?” Kneesocks was confused at Scanty’s confusion, she must have known that they are that big already, why else would she say it? She’s seen them enough times, after all. “Hmph. Well if you’re not going to take this seriously, then you can just stay here while I have fun at the party.” Kneesocks left the room ,the major heft of her giant boobs bouncing every step of the way, hypnotising Scanty’s sight before the door slammed, knocking her out of the daze.

Scanty only stood there, looking on as she decided to look out the window. “The window is suddenly repaired.” She said, as the window sort of reverses, the glass reforming and looking like it never broken at all.

This was going to be a fun day for Scanty, she thought to herself, manically grinning over the view of the city. And if my sister doesn’t want in, then I can always make her join in on my fun~