Part two
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(Mephistopheles casually walks up to Sarah’s door Sarah glances at clock and blows her nose. A knock is heard at the door)
SARAH: That was quick…
(Sarah gets halfway to the door before Mephistopheles opens it and walks in He nods his head to Sarah.)
MEPHISTOPHELES: Sarah.
SARAH: Dr. Wong?
MEPHISTOPHELES: That’s me.
SARAH: You’re ‘Wong’?
MEPHISTOPHELES: Well my mother was Irish.
SARAH: And your father?
MEPHISTOPHELES: Wasn’t. But enough about that, you know why I’m here to talk to you.
SARAH: You sound different than you do over the phone.
MEPHISTOPHELES: Well, technology being what it is nowadays, telephone signals go through all sorts of interference and... and… Oh the hell with this. Sarah, I’m not really your therapist, I’m—
SARAH: (begins to back away, edging towards the phone) Well who the hell are you and why are you in my house?
MEPHISTOPHELES: (straightens himself up to his full height and gives a formal, flourished bow) Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mephistopheles, second level demon of hell, seventh son of Satan, just between Azazel and Damien.
SARAH: WHAT?
MEPHISTOPHELES: Did I stutter? Meh-fih-staw-fell-eeze! Sooon ooooof Saataaan.
(Sarah looks at him)
SARAH: Look, nut job… take what you want and leave.
MEPHISTOPHELES: What if I’m here for you?
(Sarah finally breaks and begins to cry)
SARAH: Please leave me alone. Take whatever you want, just don’t touch me!
MEPHISTOPHELES: Not like THAT. I’ll have you know that I’m engage to a third level demoness who, by the way, has much nicer tits that you. A tail gives you something to hold onto… I’ve noticed you humans don’t have tails.
SARAH: (starting to get hysterical) Yeah, well if you’re a demon, where’s your tail?
MEPHISTOPHELES: I happen to have lost my tail in a bar fight at Gomorrah.
SARAH: And your horns?
MEPHISTOPHELES: (sighs) One bad hair day in the eighth century and suddenly, you’ve got horns. Now Sarah the reason I’m here is…
SARAH: Cloven hooves, pitchfork, any of these?
MEPHISTOPHELES: I have hairy legs, so what? And as for the pitchfork… (he pulls a salad fork from his pocket) We’ve gone economy sized to save space and company spending.
SARAH: This is bullshit… you’re some wackjob that escaped from a mental institution, aren’t you?
(Mephistopheles sighs, walks up to Sarah, brushes his fingers over her face. Sarah winces.)
MEPHISTOPHELES: You poor naïve human. You always expect fire and brimstone, and when you just get an eternity of math class, you can’t believe you’re dead.
SARAH: (terrified, but sarcastic) I’m DEAD?
MEPHISTOPHELES: (not noticing) Well, after a fashion.
SARAH: This is… I… No. You’re lying.
MEPHISTOPHELES: Perhaps a demonstration.
(Mephistopheles snaps his fingers. Blackout. Sarah screams. When the lights go back up, Mephistopheles is sitting in her chair.)
SARAH: What the hell was that?!
MEPHISTOPHELES: That? It was our promotional video, so to speak. All I did was show you some footage of our third level. That’s where we put the souls of people like, oh, Hitler… Stalin… Mao Tse Tong… Bill Gates… people like that. Do you like it?
SARAH: My god, this is really happening, isn’t it?
(Mephistopheles winces as she says “God”)
MEPHISTOPHELES: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.
SARAH: What’s going on? What is all this?
MEPHISTOPHELES: Well, isn’t it OBVIOUS? I’m here for your soul. And I can’t have your soul until you know just why I get to take it.
SARAH: What?
(Mephistopheles pulls out a small black book from his jacket)
MEPHISTOPHELES: Code Seven; Article Four of the Heaven & Hell Treaties, Lines 13 through 35 essentially state that no soul may be taken to hell without knowing the specific reasons of their damnation. And the reason for your damnation is buried there… (he walks up to her, puts a hand on her neck, and taps her forehead) …in those deep recesses of that gibberished thing you call a mind .
SARAH: But..but…I’m not dead! You just can’t take my soul without me being dead first!
MEPHISTOPHELES: Well now Sarah when a boy or girls time has come they…they…oh rot and bugger-it woman you’re dead, just get over it already!
SARAH: Wha! No…No…I’m not dead. I’m alive. I’m alive damnit!
MEPHISTOPHELES: (Mocking) Nooooooo, you’re dead, dead damnit. Don’t believe me? Stop when was the last time you took a breath?
(Pause)
SARAH: no…no…it can’t be…
MEPHISTOPHELES: There, there Sarah; being dead isn’t that bad. Its very restful, no phone calls, and how many people do you know who came back to complain?
SARAH: How…when…
MEPHISTOPHELES: You remember how seeing hell gave you quite a start?
SARAH: (carefully) yeah…
MEPHISTOPHELES: Well it also gave you quite a stop. Imagine a heart attack and at your age…such a shame (shakes head sarcastically)
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Thank you for liking this... I was real nervous about putting it up. But anyway, sorry i didint post the whole thing yet. I was reading over my last bit and I noticed some stuff I wanted to change around a little. The rest of it should be up soon
