Radioplay: The News

A coffee shop, The Devil sips on some coffee, he is wearing a black suit, the red one is now reserve only for special occasions though he keeps on his bright red tie.
I became apparent centuries ago that deities do lose their power as their number of believers dwindles as new religions and pervasive atheiism slowly but surely mark the end of the folklore of the fallen angel. As luck would hav it, this does not mean that divine beings are erased from the world as the idea of them disspaears. They are instead free to roam the earthyl world for all eternity, relieved of their former duties. The Devil, a consumate hedonist isn't displeased with this state of affairs and in fact welcomes this absence of responsibility after 3000 years of work.

CLAUDE

Hello there, everything all right?

THE DEVIL

Oh, yes, quite alright.

CLAUDE

What brings you to these parts. I'm Claude. Your name?

THE DEVIL

Just passing through. My name is The Devil. Pleasure to meet you Claude.

The two shake hands. Claude recoils slightly from the cold hand.

 CLAUDE

The pleaseure is all mine, can I have a seat?

THE DEVIL

Claude, I would never deny you something you'd want to do.

CLAUDE

Much obliged.

 Claude looks emptily into space with a smile. The Devil lets out a resigned sigh.

THE DEVIL

So...

The Devil pulls out a cigarrette and lights it slowly. Both look at the camera (front) for a few seconds.

THE DEVIL

So, Claude, what are you about then? What's you purpose in life?... No, I mean, what is your favorite color? 

CLAUDE

My favorite color is blue. My purpose I think is to make my family happy.

THE DEVIL

That's nice. Do you ever want to kill things?

 CLAUDE

Not often. The other day I was angry, for a bit, and a raccoon was crossing the road and I swerved my car so that I'd run him over rather than avoid him. I felt bad afterwards though.

THE DEVIL

That's nice.

Night

I am empty. This broad I'm looking at needs it and will go for anyone. She's looking at me, which means it's my turn this time. I came to enjoy my drink alone in peace, my mind will not allow me to refuse the situation. Chit-chat. Move to house. Two minutes after she's realizing she's the one being taken for a ride. The juices are flowing so much by now that it's too far gone to care. For anyone in the world to care. Sweat. An hour in seconds. Too tired for regrets. Sleep... In the morning a smoke, I look out the window. A sound of a flute in the background, a child practicing? She looks expressionless yet angry at the scene. Coffee in hand, "do you mind if I smoke?" She exits wordlessly and noiselessly, and I wonder just how in the world did that dead pigeon end up on the opposite building´s balcony. Don´t move. Nothing moves in me but a cigarette. Being the window being consumed. A beam of ash hangs for eternity until it collapses. I couldn't care.

The Beach

I am at the beach in my swim trunks smoking my cigar. I feel relieved to have my stubble. It has some white patches. By the time I stop working, if I can ever afford to, or if I don't die in the mean time, it'll be a full white. My skin at the neck is irritated from shaving every day. For this week of vacation I can pretend it won't come back, but come friday I can't have a vacation from my head... it'll remind me it's time to go back to hell shortly. Kids are walking by, they seem to be having fun. I wouldn't say I'm leading a life of quiet desperation, in my head the shackles are pretty vivid. If I close my eyes I feel them burning red hot on my wrists. This is a good cigar. Best thing to do right now is keep my eyes wide open and look into the sea. Yes.