“Fuck you,” the Demon said as it made off with my body. I don’t know what I did to deserve this. I’ve always lived as a God-Fearing man, treating my body as a temple. The Lord had blessed me with Athletic talent and I made good on that talent so why had Jesus forsaken me?
“Jesus Fuck, are you that dense? I’m not a demon, Josh. I’m that ‘Faggot’ you’ve been harassing and telling to repent. The one your buddies beat up the other night.”
No, that can’t be right. I was doing the Lords work trying to lead that lost sheep away from eternal damnation. We made sure not to hurt him too bad. I figured a small amount of Earthly pain wouldn’t be nearly as bad as the endless pain he would suffer had we left him to his preclusions. Besides he’s got to be still in the hospital, he can’t possibly have taken my body. This must be a demon, Satan is a liar after all.
“Yeah, I died numbnutts, complications of the surgery to fix my face. But somehow instead of going into a light I found myself floating over your admittedly delicious, so I just helped myself.”
The demon has a point, my body is del- er… wait why am I feeling this way, so aroused by looking at myself?
“Because your a fag now. A fags in possession of your body. Or at least I used to be. Thinking about fucking your pristine little girlfriend’s making my dick rock hard. Maybe we’re bisexual. Anyways time to lock you up in the back of my head where you belong, asswipe.”