Until Death brings us together- Panty and Stocking genderbend - DISCONTINUED

Chapter I-Purgatorium

I don't own Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt. I only own Bra, Tie and the plot.

M!Panty- Speedo

M!Stocking- Socks

F!Briefs-Slip

Garterbelt has the same name.

The pic above is Bra.

  Chapter I

In Purgatorium

It was a typical night, in a room divided into black and white. The furniture and its design were quite gothic and macabre with skulls and skeletons adorning the walls. However, in the middle of that monochromatic room laid a speck of color. A young woman with the appearance of 18 years old, even though centuries have passed since her 18th birthday. Blood red locks displayed around her as if she had a halo. Skin pale as if she was dead, though that would be impossible for someone that was death itself.

She was sleeping soundly in her black satin nightgown, with a black Persian at her feet, joining her in her slumber.

All of a sudden, a telephone in the shape of a Mexican skull ringed on her bedside table, making her whine.

Her cat hissed at the sound and purple iris peaked out of the black and white blanket. "Shut uppppp...." She lifted a pale hand from her blankets and took a wooden mace from a drawer, smashing the telephone in one go.

"Ahhhhh...much better." A mischievous smile peeked out from the covers and she turned to the other side with the cat joining her once more, next to her chest.

Sighing softly once more, a knock on the door wakes her up again: "Go away..." A meek voice comes from behind the dark mahogany door: "Milady...it- it's important. Master Death is calling for you."

The sleepy girl throws a knife at the door and says: "Screw him... Let me sleep."

The meek maid squeals at the knife and bows: "Y-yes mistress, have a good rest!"

The maid leaves and she turns once more to sleep until a big screen appears on the side of her bed. A man with a skull mask and with a long black mantle, sat on a throne calls her out: "WAKE UP, YOU BRAT! TAKE YOUR LAZY ASS FROM BED!"

The crimson-haired girl sits up abruptly and looks around with semi-closed eyes. Her cat hisses and jumps at her owner, that holds her.

With a hand, she yawns cutely as she tries to slide her nightgown strap to cover herself.

"There, there Choker. It's just some douchebag trying to cause trouble at 2 am." A irk mark appears in his forehead and he approached the screen dangerously: "YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE, SO YOU'LL RESPECT ME! NOW, MOVE YOUR ASS AND COME TO MY OFFICE!"

The nightgown clad woman rolled her eyes and stood up with her hands on her waist: "No, thanks. I think I'm going to sleep because I spent 48 FUCKING HOURS WORKING MY ASS OFF, FOR NOTHING!"

The men slouched back into his throne and it seemed like a smirk formed on his mask: "Fine, go to sleep. I guess your sweet little brother will have to die in the apocalypse, then."

As these words left his mouth, her eyes opened widely, and she trembled: "...What? What have you done to him, you bastard?!"

He joined his hands and chuckled darkly: "Me? Nothing but you see, the Fates predicted that the Apocalypse will come to Earth in one year. If someone doesn't find the key to Hell and destroys it, Earth will be no more. Sadly, your little brother is working there to keep some angels in line as they earn their way back to Heaven. Now, what will you do, Bralette?"