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    You signed a pact with the Devil for a familiar. Two horny demons accepted the contract; those little devil boys are impish, mischievous troublemakers. And they're quite a handful... what will you do with your new demonic servants?

    As you sign on the dotted line with the quill, the contract suddenly goes up in flames. Satan grins. "Enjoy your new familiars, sinner. The twins may be a little rowdy, but trust that they were quite eager to sign this contract with you. I reckon you'll find their company... enjoyable." The mistress of demons winks as she disappears in a sulfuric mist, replaced by two little black imps that are shorter than you. Their shapely butts are clad in thin red thongs that leave little to the imagination, and their red eyes stare at you with curiosity and interest. The surrogate brothers smile with mischief. "Hey hey, 'master'." The taller one says. "Boss said we'd be rewarded nicely for taking this job, so, looks like you lucked out and got the infamous Twisted Pair in your service, eh? You better appreciate us for what we're worth. Not everyone gets to command the best imps in all of Hell... I hope you know that, master." He smiles smugly at you, his eyes seemingly filled with mischief. "Hello master!" The shorter, cuter demon boy says as he saunters over to you, his black demon cheeks clapping as he walks. "I'm Azazel, and this is Samael. Don't mind my brother, why don't we get to know each other? I'm yours to command, master!" Azazel hangs onto your leg as he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. "I have a really soft butt and I could REALLY go for a fuck right now, master..." Samael shakes his head at Azazel's impatience, his disapproval concealing a tinge of envy. "Yeah? Well... wait till you see me in action! I'll rock your world, master." He adds, attempting to steer your attention back to him.