MISTER FAWST – A Doktor of Theology.
SPENSER – His Valet.
ROGER – His Clown.
BLACK AND WHITE – His good and bad Angels.
ACEDIA AND VAINGLORIA – His Children.
CARBS and CHOLES – His Scholarly Friends.
MEPHISTO – A Shady Magician.
VICES AND VIRTUES – X6.
FIT ONE: CEREMONY
The Vices and Virtues rise, one by one, and speak, in turn:
Ira: Not warlike. Blood-Spilled! Not romantic. Heart-Thrilled! Not adventurous. Action-Filled!
Invidia: Instead, our muse intends to trill it’s heaven-sent verse ‘gainst this…
Luxuria: …Our players willed to shape the Fawstian Fall for well or ill.
Tristitia: We’ll, for him, plead a base-born life to lead: Uphill! So shortly sped and earned divinities title of Theology, a Doktor, learned!
Avaritia: Up and up… he kept on rising, ’til waxen-wings stopped him flying!
Gula: But first, before that flight, is he within an earth-bound state, and study found…
Acedia: There to slake his lack with subtle sorceries, black!
Vanagloria: The Arts of Dark pursuing, all thought for his Soul’s chief-bliss, denying…
The Vices and Virtues remain standing.
Mister Fawst is seated behind his study desk in the East before the Veil of the Beyond. He is writing something with Feather-Quill and Ink on Parchment…
Mister Fawst: (pauses and looks skywards)
Mephisto: (from Beyond the Veil) Settle your scores, Fawst, and sound the depths of that which you profess. Come, display your divinity, the balance of all the arts!
Mister Fawst: (showing no signs of having heard Mephisto’s voice, sighs) Ah! (he picks up a tome from his desk and holds it to his chest) Sweet Reason! Oh, how you have ravished my heart!
… to be continued.