"This is complete rot, you know," said Jasfoup, redlining several pages of clean script. "It's a complete fallacy that contracts with demons have a loophole in them. Allah might be the only perfect being but I guarendamntee you that the lawyers of hell are thorough."
"Bu the wriggling out of the contract has been the accepted form since the tales of A thousand and one nights," said Marlowe. "What other ending can there be?"
"You have old Faust dragged kicking and screaming into Hell," said the demon. "Think of it! Instead of being a work of the cleverness of man it becomes a morality tale, and with the Puritans trying to close theatres as dens of iniquity, it'll do a lot of good to reinforce the opinion of the theatre as a means of promoting good ethics."
"I suppose." Marlowe looked downcast. "But can we have a lot of blood?"
Marlowe grinned. "Then I'll arrange buckets of it to be thrown over the audience."