Getaway Rings

"So you want me to transfer mana to this ring here?" I point at the ring she described as the color of an infinite galaxy.

"Yes, do it quickly." Why is Azathoth so demanding?

I input mana into the ring, which glows brightly, becoming an indescribable color, or thing.

"Azathoth, what happens now?"

Azathoth is unresponsive.

"Azathoth? How are you going to leave me clueless like my father did to me back then?" I grew irritated that she left for milk.

Suddenly, the ring had something emerging from it. A figure? An entity?

"What the hell?" I look at it in shock, keeping my distance from the ring on my hand.

The entity grew ever larger as it took on the form of someone similar to someone I know.

"AHA! IT IS I, THE ALMIGHTY AZAT—" Before she could finish her Chuunibyou line, out of pure fear and instinct, I sucker punched the hell out of whatever insect that is.

I stand behind a whimpering and agitated entity on the ground. Holding her cheek in pain. Cursing me as she mumbles, "You son of a bitch! I just got back here, and this is the first thing that has happened to me. I should have your head and curse you!" Azathoth yelled aggressively and fiercely. Turning around, he gave me an aggressive look.

As I look at who emerged from the ring, my fear and fright turn into disgust and cringe.

"Disgusting…" Glaring at Azathoth with a look of disgust at the emerged trash.

"Kill yourself, you mongrel!" She gives me a disgusted glare as well before she turns all bipolar and becomes happy.

"Finally! I'm out of your stupid, deformed head for now!" Jumping in pure joy while posing weirdly.

I smacked Azathoth on the back of the head, yelling at her, "You should've told me sooner before we had this incident, dumbass!"

"Ugh, my bad." She scoffs, rubbing the back of her head before scratching it.

"Now, we can properly teach you magic!" She had an electrical aura around her. Letting her immense mana surround us.

"Okay, but what are these rings exactly?" Pointing at the galaxy-looking ring from which she emerged and the pure white ring.

"Ah, right. Forgot to tell you." No shit Sherlock; that's why I asked.

"I can still read your mind, you— never mind. Anyway, the ring I pestered you with was my own. The Azathoth ring! Ahah!" She says this boldly and proudly, while I look gloomily at the ring.

"Can I burn it?" I asked for personal reasons.

"Stupid no. How can you talk to me? Regardless, that ring can't be burned." Fuck.

"What about the white one?" I ask curiously, inspecting the ring."

"Ah yes! Give me a moment!" I watch Azathoth embed mana into the ring as it glows white in response.

"Don't tell me another—" I watch as a figure emerges. However, this time, I will react accordingly, as Azathoth seems to trust this.

A female with a massive bust and massive chest emerges from the white ring. With a weird tricolor eye design of red, orange, and cyan. There are tattoos on both cheeks, the right resembling two tears in orange and the left being a weird design in sea blue. In addition, there is light blue eyeliner. She has medium-long, messy, dark gray hair, with the undersides being orange and tangerine-colored. A mole on the bottom left side of her mouth, and dressed nicely, as if she was going to a wedding or doing business with someone. I think I'm in love.

"Hey, where the hell am I? Oh, hell no." She punched Azathoth in the face as she was about to go and hug her.

"You, IDIOT! What did you do this time?" She yells at Azathoth as she whimpers in pain and agony. She glances over at me and bows her head.

"I am very sorry for what she has done to you!" She grabs Azathoth, forcing her to bow as well.

"I, uh, how may I help you, and who are you?" I ask, confused yet curious about the whole situation.

"I am the younger sister of this idiot here. Yog-Sothoth at your service." She bows again professionally, glaring at Azathoth, clearly still pissed.

"Hey! Is this how you treat your older sister, who just brought you back into the real physical world?" Azathoth yells.

Ah, so they're sisters. Chuunibyou is the older one. I'd kill myself if that were the case.

"I never asked to be. You, kid; no, Polyphormes, right? Did you use those rings to summon us? And no need to lie, I know all about you and your reincarnation." How did she find out? Eh?

"How did you—" I get cut off immediately.

"I just do; anyways, you can command us with those rings that bind us. So for that, I pledge that I, Yog-Sothoth, God of—"