Circe thought about cleaning up the body. After all, it looked rather horrid in her gardens. So with a snap of her fingers and a teleportation spell, the gore and the corpse of the horrible man that had been Lamont vanished. It reappeared in a heavily fenced pond, which housed Circe's alligators and crocodiles. The reptiles, overjoyed at getting a treat, swiftly sped across the water so as to eat this little meal. They snapped their jaws and swallowed whole the satyr's body. Lamont would finish his time on earth as crocodile and alligator food and end up in their intestines. If only he had given in to the new sexual urges that he had acquired, then he would have lived. Lamont would have lived, and eventually lived amongst satyrs. His undue shame at being homosexual would have vanished in time. He would have drunk wine and indulged in happy gay sex, being a much better satyr than he had ever been a man. Besides, he would have made all the satyrs happy with his body. Circe got to feed her pets - all former humans that had forgotten their past lives long ago - and she walked back to her palace in great strides. She always could spend more time to pore over her grimoires and parchments of spells. To practice her spells too in fact. And maintaining her beauty was time-consuming too. As if her natural beauty could eternally withstand bad days and living in gardens imitating the wild!...
A few days later, a little gecko - also a former mortal - climbed deftly upon her immense worktable, warning her that a human being was arriving to see her. An older teen, whom had already spat and left candy wrappers behind him in the gardens. A robin confirmed this in angry chirps, even handing out in its paw the offensive trash. Circe scowled. The youngster would feel her wrath...
So when he arrived, chewing gum and looking like a delinquent to the extreme, all in his sports clothes, she confronted him with his trash. If he had been repentent, she would have spared him. But he was rude, impolite in telling her to "stop throwing a hissy-pissy fit". Circe was furious and seething with envy. Oh, if the satyrs were sad at being denied a new friend because of Lamont's idiocy, well, they should not fret. They were getting a new friend this instant! With a cry of rage, Circe blasted her magic at the insolent youth, sending him to the satyrs' in a big puff of green smoke.