Azazel’s Freedom
(Satan stands over a large pit, staring down into it. He is in the middle of a desert at
night. He shivers slightly.)
Satan: Are you sure you want to do
this? Once you agree to it, you can’t
break your word.
Voice: (Weak and soft, as if it hasn’t
been used in years.) I’m…certain...just
free me…
Satan: I want us to be clear. (He sits down atop the pit, seemingly
floating above it.) If I release you,
you will be free to do as you please until I contact you. When I do, you will assassinate Lucifer in
the quietest fashion possible and ensure you have no connection to it. After that, you’re free to live as you
please. You’re sure you want to do this.
Voice: (Still weak.) Yes.
(Satan smiles and stands up. He plunges
into the pit and lands at least 200 feet below ground. In the very dim lighting we see a figure
chained to the walls of the stone pit.
He looks exhausted, malnourished and nearly dead. Satan quickly breaks off his chains and helps
him to his feet. We see the figure
better now: it is Azazel. His hair is
long, past his feet. He is nude and
covered in dirt.)
Satan: A most wise decision Azazel.
(Azazel leans on Satan for support, as it is apparent he hasn’t moved for a
number of years and his muscles have atrophied.
Satan flies up out of the pit with Azazel clinging to him. Once outside, Satan helps Azazel down onto
the sand.)
Satan: You okay? (He looks unconcerned.)
Azazel: Just very…weak. I haven’t moved in well over a thousand
years. (He lies down on his back and
stares skyward.) My God, even the stars
themselves have changed position. What
year is it?
Satan: 1664, AD. You’ve been down there for about 3,000 years
or so.
(Azazel doesn’t respond. Satan sighs and
nudges Azazel with a foot.)
Satan: Look, I have to get going. Things to do, people to annoy, that sort of
thing. Is there anywhere you want me to
drop you off or will you be cool by yourself out here?
(Azazel sits himself up.)
Azazel: Clothing and a walking staff
will suffice.
(Satan shrugs and teleports a six foot tall stick and time period appropriate
clothing for a person of high middle class in
Azazel: Is this really what the humans
are wearing now-a-days?
Satan: (Nods.) Look, I’m just gonna drop you off in
(He waits for Azazel to dress himself.
Azazel looks somewhat awkward in the clothing, but that is because of
his emaciated body. He leans on the
staff for support.)
Satan: I’ll see you when I need the deed
done. Until then, see ya.
(He teleports Azazel off. Satan grins wickedly to himself and walks off
through the desert.)
Fin.