I figure out an answer. (Pink Trigger)

More of these riddles... I'd heard these two had no mercy. I wouldn't simply be able to beg them for a hint. I heard my evaluation continue to drop as the two joined hands and shouted "Your one hundred becomes ninety!" in unison. I wondered what would happen when I had a failing-

Wait a minute. This was dumb. I always considered myself in the bottom percentile of mystery-solving Witch Hunters, but even I could figure this one out. I told Zepher and Furfur I knew the numbers they were shouting were the number of seconds until something happened. Now, I just had to figure out what-

"The end of love!" Zepar interrupted me, looking at me with those cold blue eyes.

"The end of life!" Furfur added, grinning at me with sharp teeth.

"In short, your **** awaits!"

"However!" Zepar spoke up before I could begin to protest. "Even if one cannot love two, surely you can make good use of your remaining eighty?" The blue-haired demon danced towards me and disappeared from my field of vision, sweeping downward as he/she glided by.

"It's too early to give up, Mister Player!" Furfur announced, doing the same. "Eighty is plenty to perform a single sacrifice!"

I spun around to see Zepar had taken a position on the carpet on all fours, the huge, fanned tail of the coat he/she wore only barely hiding an excellent view of those round hips. Furfur, meanwhile, faced me on all fours, mirroring Zepar's position in an almost yin-yang orientation.

I understood what they were hinting at, in my own, perverse way. They were suggesting I had time for a quickie with one of them... then, I was going to die. I couldn't tell how they planned to bring that about, but even I, the writer of the story, found it unambiguous.

However... speaking of ambiguity...

"You have a mere seventy, Mister Player!" Zepar teased me, shaking his/her hips while speaking in that ever-present boyish theater voice.

"Who will be the final sacrifice to your doomed love?!" Furfur cried, looking excited while wiggling his/her butt.

My chance for a miracle was over... and yet, the game continued. I had a choice to make.