Darren

You know what? I'm done. *Darren starts to walk away.*

Buh-bye, Darie-poo!

Don't call me that!

*Darren sighs.* You're just trying to get under my skin, aren't you?

Maybe. Maybe I'm already there.

You're not that clever. You know that, right?

*Darren looks at you with a disgusted look.* You're not even human. You're a monster.

I'm the Demon Lord. I'm The Devil. I'm Satan. I'm the herald of disaster. I'm the epitome of doom. I'm the Slayer of heroes. I'm the conqueror of kings. Etc.

*Darren glares at you.* Well, I think I'm going to go now. You're not worth my time.

So you've seen the rise and fall of civilizations? You've seen wars and conquests, and all the suffering that comes with them?

Yep. You can thank yours truly for the suffering

*Darren's eyes narrow.* Are you saying that you're responsible for all the pain and suffering in the world?

Oh really? *Darren laughs.* I'm sure you're as powerful as you say you are. But how do I know that you're not just an illusion, meant to trick me?

Well- uh, I um- STOP IT! *I slam my pitchfork and the torches flames shoot up*

*Darren stares at the torches, then at you.* Impressive. But I don't think that will be enough to scare me.

*You sit upon the cold metal of your throne. This whole castle pulses with power, that all belongs to you. Slowly the doors open and the human enters cautiously. He doesn’t look as scared as those who usually enter, and he is alone… how curious…*

HELLo, there mortal. Get it? HELL? Hello?