The On/Off Game

The On/Off Game

[MF4F] [M4F4F] The On/Off Game

NOTE & SUGGESTION: This is a demonic character, generally sophisticated throughout the entire script. Not quite British – though there are no restrictions – but very cultured and refined as for tone of voice and such. And you can very well make this an audio for everyone.

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NOTE 2: This part, by all means, is an optional feature. Collaboration.

{friend, Vanessa:} No, seriously. (laughing) It’s an easy game. Really easy; it’s not even scary either. You stand next to a light switch, facing the wall, and flip it on and off. Of course, you have to do it when well after sundown. It has to be *dark* dark.

(pause)

Yeah. I guess so – It really isn’t that far off from the ‘Midnight Man’. Only, you have to stay where you are. Otherwise, it won’t work.

No! You can’t just give the light a seizure! God! (laugh) Be slow and patient when you do it – *if* you do it, I’m sorry. You never said you were going to do it, I know.

(brief pause)

Yeah, I did – and so did Noa – but when I did it, nothing happened. Yeah, I did it for an hour; [creeped] then I started freaking myself out. No, there wasn’t anything there. Nothing. But I kept thinking I was hearing stuff and I’d turn around, but nothing.

Noa? Noa said . . . I can’t remember exactly what she said, but I think she said she heard footsteps and voices whispering her name. (chuckling) Her *government* name.

[distracted, quiet] Yeah . . . Weird . . .

(shuffling, getting up to go to the door)

Well, I’d better get going. (sigh) I promised Noa I’d be right over before the street lights came on – she’s still freaked about what happened.

Oh, yes. We all know she’s sensitive – I’m kind of surprised she did it at all.

Well, as much as it annoys me sometimes, I love her. [genuine relief] I’m just so glad the school year’s over. Ms. Euston was really starting to get on my nerves.

Ha! That’s true! She’s been getting in everyone’s nerves. I mean, the class is called ‘Vora City History’. What is so interesting about Vora? I’ve lived here for years! I know there’s nothing! And presentations every week, *god*!

At least we don’t have to stay in those cramped dorms anymore, at least for a while.

(sigh, pause, laugh)

*Of course* that’s why you’re glad! “Too many females,” “too much estrogen.” It’s your excuse for everything! Yeah, sure it’s true. You’re such a tomboy. I get it, I get it. Being at an all girls’ school sucks for you. You need more guys in your life and less female syncing hormones.

[in playful annoyance] Bye, girl.

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NOTE 3 (pronunciation): Arkaluxno (Ar-kuh-loox-no)

{demon, Arkaluxno:} [mischievous] You called?

(laugh)

Well, yes. I suppose you didn’t *call*, so much as you did draw my attention. I mean, there’s only one reason humans flick a light switch on and off at 1 in the morning. Unless you’re a little crazy.

Though, I don’t think you’d be summoning me if you weren’t.

Oh, don’t try to deny it now, mortal. I can smell it on you. There’s a little bit of darkness in that small, weak heart of yours. I’m sure it would taste exquisite if I just tear it out of your chest right now.

Don’t squirm; I only jest.

For now.

No, I won’t do that now. I promise. But then again, what does that mean to you?

[surprised] Nothing? (chuckling) That means absolutely nothing to you?

(long pause)

[in quiet amazement] Wow . . . Y’know, you’re the first human to ever tell me that. They always like to take my word first, and it’s not that it’s a matter of pride. I *do* break promises. I change my mind. Sometimes impulse gets the best of me . . .

But *you*, my dear *breather*, did not do this on impulse. You waited a few days, you contemplated this meeting before it happened.

I didn’t know. But I do now.

I don’t watch over humans – it’s tedious, you’re predictable, etc. – and I’ll never understand the others who do. If I blinked too long, I’d open my eyes to find that you’ve died.

It’s really pathetic.

(reaching around to grab her chin, lips against her cheek) Is that what you want? [quiet] (chuckle) You’re going to offer up your soul so that you may live forever?

[in genuine surprise, disbelief] No?

Again, another surprise.

(long pause)

*Hmph*. You’d never want to live forever, eh? Self-loathing?

(another long pause)

[softly] Ah. I see.

Well . . . Just for the record then: I don’t do deals. Humans always think they can strike up an offer with me – sacrificial tendencies, their soul is mine to have, they’ll give me their newborn.

Again, it’s all rather tedious. What exactly can I do with a soul, children aren’t my thing, and well, I don’t exactly *like* to worshipped. Thrones and pedestals are for slave drivers; any one of them can be pulled right off at any moment by the very people they command. It’s happened so many times in your history that I’ve lost count millennium ago.

Yes. [dark tone] I’d much rather be feared than exalted. At least, *outside* of my bedroom.

[matter-of-factly] You’re a bit of a sexual deviant yourself, aren’t you? You like to be dominated. You like to be told what to do, how to do it, *when* to do it. You’ll do anything they say, if it’s the right person. But you haven’t found that one, have you? Which is why you requested my presence.

(one last long halt)

That’s what I thought.

Oh, I know you don’t have anything to give me except for yourself. Lucky for you, [pleased] I enjoy this kind of thing.

[serious] Put your hands against the wall, flat, and spread your legs. Yes, like that. You in this long-sleeve button up and these thigh-highs socks, pretending to be innocent. You and I both know how far from that you really are.

Yes, just like I thought: *No*. *Panties*. [amused] You really were hoping for this, weren’t you?

But you were thinking you’d have to stand here alone for a lot longer.

There’s nothing inherently evil about the number six. And the whole witching hour is just a ‘vulnerability’ thing.

You mortals love to give more credit to nonsensical things than is due, and I love how you like to blame the devil for all of your mishaps.

Now. Tell me *exactly* what you want, girl.

(listening)

[playful] *Tsk*, *tsk*, *tsk*, *tsk*. Naughty, naughty little human you are.

[suddenly] (rubbing her clit) Drenched. I don’t even *need* to prep you. The smell of your arousal is *divine* though, so I will keep rubbing your clit until you’re on the edge. The very damn edge.

Just. Like. This.

(laugh) Oh, that whine! I told you what I was going to do before I did it and it still floored you.

(wet sounds, lick her off your fingers) Mm.

Now. I’m going to give you what you want . . . But I want you to beg me. Beg. Beg me, girl. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to slam this long, thick cock into your pussy and *wreck*. *you*.

(pause)

Well, of course, I will.

(slam into her)

Fuck, this slit is tight! Either you don’t get enough satisfaction or you’ve been fucking . . . Well . . . mortal men, I suppose.

I mean, what else?

Ah, ah, ah. Don’t turn around. You’ll be severely disappointed – and I fear, extremely disarmed – if you do right now.

I’ll just press your face against the wall. Stick out your ass. Spread your thighs farther.

(fucking her) That’s it, meet my every fucking thrust, that’s a good girl.

So submissive, so obedient.

Do you like my hand around your throat? Is that secure enough or would you like it tighter? Would you like it so that not a breath of air comes out or goes in?

[authoritative] Answer me, human. You can still talk.

No, you don’t want me to tighten my grip. You want me to keep it like this. But you want me to fuck you harder. *Deeper*.

So much deeper.

[breathless] Oh, fuck. I can’t recall the last time I fucked someone. A few centuries. A millennia.

You’re about to cum already? (chuckle) One moment then.

(turning her around) Ah, yes. You can see me now. Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck. Hold on, girl. Hold on while you reach your high. (growling) Dig your nails into my back as you fucking cum. And when you do, I’m going to paint your walls in my cum, and fill you to the *fucking* brim.

(improvise an orgasm, quick recovery)

That . . . (sighing) was by far the best encounter I’ve ever had with a mortal. They usually just try to shove a cross in my face and chant Latin at me like I’m some kind of “open-sesame” door or something. And no, that doesn’t work.

Why would it? [amused] Do you think I’m afraid of geometry or mortal languages?

It doesn’t work on vampires either.

Ah. Yes. (lazy chuckle) They really *do* exist. It’s amazing how there’s still truth in fiction.