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The demon, a spindly humanoid the color of boogers, stares up at his new
masters. It blinked five of it's eight eyes and shook. It's Gucci jeans,
his only clothing, managed to vibrate seperately from it's body. "My name is Forlorn, sirs." it stammered. "I live to serve." It's two inch long, dark blue feet claws dig furrows in the floor as he curls his toes in. Smoke curls out of it's rectangular ears. Fred decides to refer to Forlorn as he, just for the sake of his own brain. (Fred always had trouble with genders. Once, the cross dressing mayor of his home town made Fred faint. Anyway...) Fred has Forlorn...
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