Bill has basically been a demon since he can remember. He always knew of his powers, and made his way using them to his advantage. Now he was about 16.
"Step right Up! One and all! I can make your dreams come true!" Called a teen from atop of a podium, wearing a golden tux with an eyepatch over his left eye. This boy also held a cane, for show. Bill, as the boy was called, had powers nobody could even begin to explain, he could bend the universe to his every will. The downside was you could never tell when the tear would stop. He was reckless and very strong in his magic. The small town of Swanford had a carnival every year and this was Bill's chance to get some unsuspecting tourists.
"Excuse me sir," A small child peeped up at Bill. Bill looked down at the boy, grimacing.
"Yes?" he asked, getting off the podium.
"I will like you to help me with something, sir." the child continued.
"Why, of course! Anything for a customer." Bill smiled, leading the boy inside a gold tent. they sit down at a table covered in strange markings. Bill takes the big chair as the boy sits on a bench, meant for more people.
"What's your name son?" Bill asked, giving a sinister smile
"Ray." Ray answered.
"So Ray, what is it you wanna ask me?"
"Can you help me, be with my mom again? I have some money." Ray said, pulling $100 dollars out of his pocket. Bill was astounded, he'd never seen so much before.
"Yes, of course. Money first." Bill responded, offering his hand. Ray gladly gave him the money and waited, eager to see his long past mom. Bill stood, his eyes turning yellow, the table markings glowing. The entire tent darkened and showed only Bill, Ray, and the table. Then, in the center of the table, a women appeared, this was Ray's mom.
"Step in the middle of the circle, and you'll be with your mom again." Bill said with a wicked smile. The naive Ray climbed on the table and did as he was told, Ray suddenly turned into a ghost as well. Bill let out a laugh as the boy was confused. The room returned to normal and the ghosts disappeared, only Bill could see them now.
"Enjoy, you two!" Bill called as they walked out, it wouldn't take them long to figure it out, but he was richer then before. Bill left the tent and walked down a wooded path to his trailer. This trailer was his house, a bed in the corner and a table in the other. Thrown around the small room were various magic trinkets and books. Bill flopped on the bed and passed out just as a small letter slid through his mail slot. An invitation to a party.
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