Georgia was disgusted.
"What kind of suck fuck are you!?" She shouted, the promptly spat at him. Normally, this would land on his neck given her height. Due to her capture and his towering over her in this occasion, it landed promptly at his abdomen and sank in, dampening his plaid red and white flannel.
He took another long sip on his coffee. "Do you know how expensive that chloroform was? Actually it was pretty cheap. The news showed how to make it using household bath products the other day. I swear, people these days are so goddamned stupid." He shook his head to himself as he stared at the sky as if he was talking to himself, and completely ignored her question.
Georgia couldn't help but form a look of pure disdain as she stared at this disgusting man who decided to use her for some creepy religious bullshit. If she wasn't chained, she could perfectly picture digging her nails and thumbs deep into his perfectly crevaced and smooth dip below the adam's apple. And although she convinced herself that it was purely because she was angry, a part of her deeply knew that this wasn't like her.
She was a bright and flighty girl, living in the moment to enjoy herself before death crumbled on-top of her like it had with her twin brother, who died when he was only a toddler. Not one part of her perfect and goddess-like being emanated such pure hatred, and this scared her.
Never had she felt this angry. Such pure wrath would consume even the best of people, and it was beneath her to feel like so. Upon this inquiry, she decided to ask. "What the fuck did you put in that coffee?"
"For me? A shitton of creamer, two sugar cubes, a little bit of a different creamer just to mix it up, and a bit of salt because it keeps me awake. For you? Bit of creamer and Spice. Y'know, Synthetic Marijuana and all that. Absolutely HORRIBLE stuff, I mean that shit will absolutely decimate you. But I figured it'd be a cheap enough substance to keep you off crying and wailing once we got down to brass tacks and bloody sacrifices. That's probably why you're feeling... I don't know, are you angry? Constipated? It's really hard to tell your facial expression in this lighting."
Great. Drugged twice in a day by a rapey Uncle, go-figure.
"Alright, let's get down to business~" and just like that, he began singing a disney song. To avoid any further complications, I won't be transcripting the entire lyrical unit, but you can probably guess what it was.
He cut deep into her repeatedly, thirteen cuts now oozing with blood from her left shoulder, and twenty on her right. He collected the blood in a standard oldschool chemistry vial, then carefully poured it into a circle around her.
"Oh Lord, who art in the Netherrealm, gift unto me your endless prosperity, that I might claim what was mine."
He sang to himself quietly as he worked, then took chalk powder and dusted it into the blood before dragging a thick line of both blood and chalk alike to form a pentagram with her in it's centre.
"At some point, God said 'Let there be light'. So I'm gonna say... 'Seeya later, Alligator'. Got it?"
And slit her throat.
-System Connecting. Success. Error. Host is dying. System updating. Standby... Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.-
-"What a fucking pain."-
...
In the next moment, Georgia found herself dressed in a double-breast, in a strange marble mansion.
"Damn, you've got some class." she heard being spoken, the voice echoing across the entire mansion, before a strange being apparated from thin-air in-front of her. She leaned forward in her wooden lounger, and took off the sunglasses dimming her vision, to get a proper look at this being.
"Nice, way better than most punks." The... Satyr, for lack of better words, stared back at her with eyes that commanded both fear and respect, yet they seemed familiar to her.
"Greetings. I'm Setanta, Great Demon Lord of Wrath. And you, my friend, have already been through this I'm sensing. Hold on a moment." He quickly briefed her, leaving her more confused, then walked away from her and walked straight from the pool-area into the mansion.
"YO! System, what the fuck is going on here? Why am I in an Ex-Possessed?"
-Answer: Host's parallel life has undergone demonic resurrection, and was transferred to Limbo due to unforseen circumstances. Possessor is urged to mete the two parallels in-order to sustain order in the nether, aether, and ether.-
"Oh fuck me. Can't I just kill this bitch and get done with it?"
-Answer: No.-
"Oh motherfucking son of a bitch's whore of a mother who sucked and smithed with eighty cocks a lifetime." The goat-man said then stomped around angrily. He then turned to face Georgia, who was staring at everything, confusedly blinking, and replied.
"Listen. I am NOT going to deal with this. Your fucking parallel possessor will. Have fun."
He snapped his fingers, and a strange darkness overcame the marbelized realm and overtook her.