To grant me the miracle of love.

When I gave my answer, the two of them gave me pitying looks as if to say "well, duh." Wait a moment, though. Allow me to explain. I used my Pink Trigger's power to draw them forward into the story. That indicated that I managed to use my own power to give my miracle a chance to occur. Those two, as demons who responded to a person's cry for love, had **** but to obey me.

"Hmmm... What do you think, Furfur?" Zepar asked his/her twin, playing idly with the flower on the hem of his/her stocking.

"Hm, hmm... I think it's close enough. That is one of the reasons, after all." Furfur explained. He/she posed with arms folded behind the head and a leg kicked back, allowing Zepar to briskly remove the shoe. It ought to have been awkward, but even this was accomplished with a theatrical flair, as if Zepar could remove them in a motion disguised as a wave of the hand.

"Our purpose is to grant the miracle of love. Therefore, by default, it is our purpose whenever we appear!" Zepar confirmed, allowing his/her own shoes to be removed in the same manner.

"No bonus points for picking the easy answer, but enjoy your victory," Furfur agreed. The two of them had taken seats in thin air now, reclining as they pulled off their tall, ornate striped stockings to reveal bare legs.

"Now, let us talk about that miracle of love!" Zepar digressed, circling through the air to arrive alongside me.

"What is it that the miracle of love requires?" Furfur demanded, circling to the other side and fixing me with those icy blue eyes.