Bright. (Pink Trigger's Power >1499)

I took the cookie in both hands. Holding it, I immediately understood that what I needed was a miracle of love, and if it was going to be granted, it would be granted here. It felt crazy to say, but I could feel in my bones that how I broke this fortune cookie would determine my success or failure as a magician. My thoughts were so intensely focused on it, I didn't even spare a thought for the fortune inside.

I gripped it carefully... No. Those two wouldn't respond to a timid request.

"I summon thee!! The 16th and 34th highest ranking Earls of Hell, the demons who control the miracle of love... Zepar! Furfur!"

I couldn't let myself feel ridiculous as I dramatically held the cookie toward the ceiling and twisted. Improbably, the cookie split into two halves. Multi-colored confetti fell down from it, peppering my face. I had to spit a piece of it out.

I almost choked, however, when I heard unexpected noise from nowhere. Applause and laughter, so loud that the phonograph and crackling fireplace seemed to lose all presence next to it.

"That's the way the story goes, Zepar!"

"That's the way the cookie crumbles, Furfur!"

"When a miracle of love is needed, we appear!!" the two shouted in unison, appearing in a flash of light before me. I shielded my eyes as those two finally came into view... the demon twins I'd been so eager to summon, Zepar and Furfur.

Down on the carpet, I was looking up at their slender, high-socked, bare-hipped legs approaching me. To me, their steps looked like those of runway models, one foot after the other in a practiced cross, landing in unison. The two reached down and each crooked an arm beneath mine. On my right, the blue-haired Zepar. On the left, the red-haired Furfur. I felt like a lucky fellow.

With no trouble at all, those powerful demons lifted me from the carpet. Without any warning (other than what I knew of their characters), they began skipping around my stationary form, my own cape beginning to wrap me like a maypole.

"How can this be, Zepar?! None of the conditions have been met at all!"

"How could it not, Furfur?! All of the conditions are met splendidly!"

"How can it, when this room is empty of love, barren but of a single scrap of a single person?"

"How can it not, when this island is full of love, crying out for a miracle to occur!"

"But we have no vessel!" Furfur declared, stopping with a look of shock, but with his/her arms towards Furfur to set him/her up for the next line.

"But of course we do!" Zepar responded, grinning and pointing arms toward Furfur, the two of them reaching around my head like I was a prop.

"How fortune-ate!" they both concluded, gesturing to some unseen audience which exploded with applause.

Ah... I wouldn't have chosen this path if I didn't have a taste for these kinds of antics, but truth be told, I wasn't here for their songs and riddles. That wasn't why I'd put so much effort into summoning them. I greeted them, and told them my name.

"Ah, Mister Player! Such an adorable human!" Furfur complimented (?) me, patting me on the head.

"Ah, Mister Player! Such a horrible demon!" Zepar teased me, pointing two fingers at me in hand-gun gestures.

"Mister Player!" they shouted, swapping rapidly between those gestures before each wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Actually, a sorcerer!"

These two certainly liked to do the talking. I figured I'd let them hold the reigns for a moment. I asked them why they thought I had called them here.