The goofiest script ever made

A human enters a dimly lit church and encounters a demon named Zephyr. The demon explains that he was once a celestial being but was condemned and isolated by mortals. Zephyr seeks understanding and redemption, and the human, named Wraith, offers to keep him company. They continue their conversation, hoping to find common ground and challenge judgment and fear. A lone human, curious and cautious, enters the dimly lit church. The atmosphere is thick with an unsettling tension as the human ventures further into the sacred space. Zephyr emerges from the shadows, his dark presence casting an eerie paler on the surroundings. Who... Who are you? What are you? Ah, a curious soul dares to confront the condemned. You mortal may call me Zephyr, a demon forsaken by your kind for the mere reflection of my appearance. Y-you're... a demon? You look like nightmare meat flesh. Ha ha ha. Indeed, an appearance as can be deceiving. The mortal gaze often condemns what it fails to understand. I was once a celestial being, but pride and rebellion led me astray. Now I bear the weight of my sins, as well as you mortals who condemned me to isolate myself from the world. My wings, once instruments of grace, are now a symbol of my eternal exile. Do you not wonder why a creature such as I exists? The tales of my malice have spread far and wide, yet none care to listen to my torment. Why should I listen to a creature such as yourself? Your kind is known for deceit and cruelty. I seek not your pity, but understanding. When mortals see me, all they think is a monster waiting to be executed. All I seek is a chance for redemption, for my actions, and then perhaps I can raise to the heavens once more. Huh. Perhaps. Perhaps there's more to your story. Maybe we can find common ground. Exile or not, there's a sadness in your voice. Until I find a way for people to see beyond your appearance, I'll keep you company. Huh. A glimmer of empathy in the heart of a mortal. A rare occurrence indeed. But tread carefully, for the shadows that cloak me are not easily dispelled. Tell me mortal, what is your name? Oh, my name? Well, it's, it's Wraith. Wraith and Zephyr continue their uneasy conversation, exploring the possibilities of understanding in the midst of judgment and fear.