The Devil's Son

Well, in Creative Writing, we had to make an interesting Character.
We doing a drama unit, so it's in play format.
My character is the Devil's Son, as you can infer from the title.




This first piece is a monologue, sorta.
I added some dialogue before an after it.


SEBASTIAN, Devil's son. Lives among humans, and has developed a liking to them. Does not agree with father on many things, but expected to follow in his footsteps.
5'6", 110 lbs, 13 years old- mature for his age. Red-brown hair and eyes, Caucasian, upper class.
SAMANTHA, Sebastian's best friend. Just learned that her friend wasn't human.
5'2", 100 lbs, 12 years old, dark brown hair, green eyes, Caucasian, middle class.


SAMANTHA: You know, I've just realized something. You always come to my house. I've known you for three years, and I've never been to your house. In fact, I've never even met your parents!
SEBASTIAN: Trust me, you don't want to meet my dad.
SAMANTHA: Why not? He can't be that bad.
SEBASTIAN: Yes, he can be. I suppose it's about time I tell you…My dad's the Devil.
SAMANTHA: (laughing hysterically) You can't be serious. I'm sure he's not that bad. You're just overreacting.
SEBASTIAN: But I am serious! Here, I'll show you. (Red and black bat wings sprout from his back, a red tail with a spike on the end appears, and he sprouts two twisted red horns with black stripes.) This is the real me.
SAMANTHA: (eyes get wide) Y-you're serious!
SEBASTIAN: Yeah…
SAMANTHA: (panicking) Oh… oh my god….
SEBASTIAN: Okay, calm down! Let me explain things. I'm not my dad at all. Well, you should know that already. I'm not evil.
SAMANTHA: (calming down) Y… yeah… that's true. I guess it would make sense, with how you barely talk about him, and never want to go home, and keep half your things here… um, why don't you explain things. I promise I won't tell anyone.
SEBASTIAN: I know you'll never tell. Well, I guess I'll just go over my life. Ever since I learned to walk, my dad's been trying to get me to "follow in his footsteps." I am his only son, after all. He sent me to a human school to learn firsthand about their so-called "natural evil." He wants me to terrorize humans and punish them, like he does. But… I'm not like him…. I don't want to hurt people. I don't want to be bad. Dad buys me violent pets, like dragons, gargoyles, and chimeras. But I've always loved cats, which is why I hide Mr. Kibbles at your house. I've kept my passion for cute, nice things a secret from my dad. I hate being at home… it's all dark and has this musty smell, and there's fields outside where dad tortures people who have sinned. Of course, he believes all humans are intrinsically evil, so half of them don't even deserve to be there. It's horrible. I've kept you a secret from dad, too. If he knew that I befriended you… he'd be outraged. He already has seen some of my art, which he disproves of greatly. He thinks I should be drawing violent war scenes and stuff like that. But that's not me- I prefer to take photos of animals and paint pictures of sun sets. You've seen my art. You know what I mean. He does approve of me skateboarding, though he'd really prefer that I play football or hockey. You know, violent sports. Same with the video games. I keep most of them here because my Dad won't approve. He's always buying me M-rated bloody games. So I usually trade them in for better ones… of course, if my dad found out… (sighs) I really wish I had been born into a different family. True, Dad gives me as much money as I want. But, what's the use if he only cares about me being as violent and evil as I can possible be? That's just not me! (shakes head back and forth) I don't know what to do… There are so many possibilities I've considered, but they're all pretty much no good. I can't just tell my father that I hate being his son. His magic is much stronger than mine, plus he's a whole lot bigger. Getting him mad won't do anything to help me- and he will get mad, no matter how I say it to him. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep this better life of mine secret for the next ten years, until after college. Then I should be a lot stronger, and may have a chance. It seems that's the only possible option. Well, I think I've covered everything you need to know for now… I'll just tell you the things I've forgotten as they come up, okay?
SAMANTHA: Okay. Wow… That's sure a lot to take in! The Devil's son… wow…
SEBASTIAN: Please promise you won't tell anyone. If my dad finds out that anyone knows who I am…
SAMANTHA: Don't worry, I won't tell. Plus, even if I did, I don't think anyone would believe me! (smiles)




This second one is very interesting.
We had to owrk with a partner, and have out characters meet.
My partner was Lizz [Elizabeth].
Her character's, Susan's monologue was about how she was in love with a dentist.
I think it made a very interesting act...


SEBASTIAN, 13, mature for his age. Devil’s son, lives among humans. Argues with father on many things. 5’6”, 110lbs.
SUSAN, 24. Very emotional, romantic, and excitable. In love with all her doctors. Seemingly average height and weight.


SEBASTIAN: (on cell phone: wings and stuff visible: very angry) I told you not to go in there!
SUSAN: (walks in and sees him that way) Gasp!
SEBASTIAN: …No! Hey, you can’t burn my stuff! Dad- (notices Susan) gotta go! (Turns off phone, realizes wings are out, and quickly hides them)
SUSAN: What the… did you… what the…
SEBASTIAN: (pretends to be confused) what are you saying, lady?
SUSAN: You… the horns… wings… pointy tail…
SEBASTIAN: I have no idea what you’re saying.
SUSAN: (shakes her head, getting her sense back) you were yelling and screaming into your phone, jumping up and down, and you had horns and bat wings and a tail!
SEBASTIAN: Wings? Tail? You’re crazy.
SUSAN: I am not crazy! I know what I saw!
SEBASTIAN: Right. Well, if you saw wings on me, then where are they now?
SUSAN: I dunno! Maybe you can hide them! Come here.
SEBASTIAN: (walks over, skeptical expression on face)
SUSAN: (starts checking for holes on back of Sebastian’s shirt)
SEBASTIAN: What are you doing?!
SUSAN: Th... There should be holes! You had wings!
SEBASTIAN: Is this some sort of strange joke?
SUSAN: No… I did see it, I did… (More to herself) didn’t I? You were some sort of devil!
SEBASTIAN: (crosses arms) Maybe you ought to see a psychiatrist.
SUSAN: (starts feeling head for horns)
SEBASTIAN: Hey, hey, get off! What the heck?
SUSAN: You definitely had horns!
SEBASTIAN: Look, lady. If I really am a devil, would you really want to be getting me mad?
SUSAN: Aha! A confession!
SEBASTIAN: No, no! Jeez… (Pushes her away, too hard)
SUSAN: Aaah! (Hits wall- sits on floor, dazzled)
SEBASTIAN: Oops.
DOCTOR: (at door) Susan Luna?
SUSAN: Susan who?
DOCTOR: Is Susan here?
SEBASTIAN: Oh, you must mean this lunatic. Here. (Pulls her up and over to the doctor)
SUSAN: (falls into doctor’s arms, looks up at him) ooh, you’re cute! (Leaves with doctor)
SEBASTIAN: Phew, that was close…