Vassago sighed as someone walked up to his booth at the local county fair, his little neon sign advertising psychic readings. His philosophy, while he was stuck on Earth, was that hey, a demon’s gotta eat. Plus, he liked helping people. Most of them took his readings with a grain of salt, and then later would find him again and tell him that his reading was so spot on that it scared them. Or, he’d tell them where to find that long lost priceless family heirloom, and they’d come back and tell him that they found it right where he said it’d be. Now, he was starting to get a reputation for being an amazing psychic, when really... it was just his demonic gift. Seeing the past and future, and finding lost objects. As the boy sat down, he smiled. “What’ll it be, cutie? The past? The future? Or finding something you’ve lost?"
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