To kill me.

When I gave my answer, the two of them gave me strange smiles. Ah... this feels like something for the yandere fans among us.

Allow me to explain. Through my other routes, I had deduced that these two had no great love for me. It was clear that they were attempting to seduce and mesmerize me only to the point that they could kill me. In a way, I could understand it: if these demons served love, I could be their greatest enemy. Husbands and wives, young lovers... from a certain perspective, I was here to wedge myself between all of them and ruin the pairings fate had already decided. Anyway, I relayed all of that to them.

The two continued to smile mysteriously.

"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.

"In reality, however, the reasoning is more simple! Please don't presume to believe the earls of hell hold some personal vendetta against you," Zepar confirmed, allowing his/her own shoes to be removed in the same manner.

"Is it not the case that all demons you summon seek to kill you? For you to love one is for you to be killed by the same!" Furfur told me. I supposed I could see the sense in it. 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.