Devil No More

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THE CONVERSATION

Lucy: O how I have fallen! Daughter of the Dawn. Atlantean One... I walked up and down on the

same stripe of floor for millennia. Punishment paid in insanity, shrouded by the window view I

watched from. My father favors divine purpose, yet humanity seeks glory—for themselves...

...for myself. I miss my dad. All I wanted was his undivided attention. I wanted to be like him—so

he would be proud of his first child. But the pressure was so great, it began to suck the light out

of me. I began to blame my Father for everything, as I made him my scapegoat.

[Lucy’s eyes drift open - Pause for emotional effect] I’m sorry, Father. I wish to be the devil no

more.

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DREAM

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