My Interview With a Wayward One
Okay, ladies, hold onto your hats. Today, I am going to tackle one of my most difficult challenges yet: I am going to interview (or try to, at least) an angelic bad boy who has a certain, shall we say, way with the ladies. This could either be a grand success - or a complete disaster. Wish me luck!
Without further ado, please allow me to present my interview with Dante:
Cupid: First off, I’m kind of surprised you agreed to this.
Dante: I needed a good laugh.
Cupid: That's all this is to you - a good laugh?
Dante: Of course. It’s all rather comical, if you ask me. Cupid asking questions of me, of all beings. There's just something wonderfully Shakespearean about that - the comedies, not the tragedies. Although, this could turn out to be rather tragic, don't you think?
(Cupid shifts in his chair, uncomfortable. But being the intrepid soul that he is, he trudges on.)
Cupid: You find this rather humorous, don’t you?
Dante: Yes. Rather.
Cupid: Then why bother doing it?
Dante: Let’s just say I’m curious about what Cupid, of all beings, would want to ask me.
Cupid: Shall we get to it, then?
Dante: Oh, please. Let's.
Why did you fall, Dante?
Dante: No build up. I like it.
Cupid: I prefer the direct approach.
Dante: Duly noted. There's something to be said for the direct approach, although it doesn't always work for my...purposes, shall we say?
Cupid: We'll get into that later,if time allows. But first, answer the question. Why did you fall away, Dante?
Dante: Ask Peter. He knows the reason. He's been dogging me for eons about it.
Cupid: I'd rather hear it from you, not your guardian.
Dante: To what purpose?
Cupid: I think you know.
Dante: Are we to play that game, then?
Cupid: Say the words.
Dante: Ask another question.
Cupid: I want you to answer this one first.
Dante: Ask another!
Cupid: Answer this one! Say the words.
Cupid: Say them.
Dante: I will not.
: Why did you fall away?
Dante: For love! For Lyric. I fell away for Lyric. Are you happy now, angel boy? I fell away for Lyric.
Cupid: And what happened to Lyric - after your fall?
Dante: We were separated...as penance.
Cupid: But you are still searching for her?
Cupid: Why? Why, after all this time, are you still searching for the cause of your fall - your penance?
Dante: Because I love her still! Isn't that what you wanted to hear?
Cupid: Only if it's true.
Dante: Oh, it's true. So now you can gloat, angel boy.
Cupid: Why would I want to do that?
Dante: Because I am just like any of your mortal subjects, desperate to prove my love for a woman.
Cupid: But Lyric isn't just a woman, is she?
Cupid: She's a Wayward One, just like you.
Dante: Not just. When she fell, it was not of her own doing - my choice was my own. I fell with my eyes wide open.
Cupid: So what happens now?
Dante: I pay my penance.
Cupid: And search for Lyric?
Dante: And search for Lyric.
Cupid: Why don't you let Peter help you to find her?
That meddling, goody-two-shoes angel?
Cupid: The one.
Dante: Because he wants to redeem me first.
Cupid: What's so wrong about being redeemed?
Dante: As I told our friend Peter already, I have no desire – or intention – to be redeemed.
Cupid: Then why did you agree to this? Why bother with this at all? And don't say it's for a laugh because I won't believe you.
Dante: I’m here for Lyric. Why else would I be?
Cupid: Well, this happens to be my area of expertise. Perhaps I could help you.
Dante: We shall see, angel boy. We shall see.
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