Satan sur son trône rencontrant des tentateurs humains dans l’obscurité

Characters: Iblis: Calm, his voice is low, but he's in control. Shaytan Insan 1: A media personality or influencer. Shaytan Insan 2: A bad friend, a "well-wisher." Shaytan Insan 3: An activist with flashy slogans. Scene (The camera slowly moves towards the throne) Iblis (with a cold smile): You're late... It's clear some homes needed a little more work. Shaytan Insan 1: Times have changed, Your Excellency. Now, destruction comes live... a post, a comment, and a fire is lit without anyone seeing us. Iblis (looking at him intently): And the man? Shaytan Insan 2: Easy. We tell him: "You don't need any more headaches." "Live for yourself." We make him see his wife as a burden... not a partner. Iblis (laughs briefly): And the woman? Shaytan Insan 3: We tell her: "Patience is weakness." "Homes can be replaced." We disguise escape as dignity and rebellion as awareness. (The smoke thickens, a faint crackling of flames) Iblis, have you ever told them, “Fear for your children”? Shaytan Ins 1 (confidently): The children? We say they’ll get used to it. Just like we did. Iblis (rising from the throne): You understand the game. We don’t need outright disbelief… silent destruction is enough. Shaytan Ins 2: But there are still homes holding on, Your Excellency. Prayer… returning to God… people fixing things. (Sudden silence) Iblis (with suppressed anger): Don’t worry about it. A home being fixed? We’ll destroy ten more beside it. I don’t work piecemeal… I work wholesale. (He sits back down, looking at them one by one) Iblis: Go. Separate love from patience. Separate freedom from responsibility. And I… will wait for the result. (The camera slowly pulls away) Iblis’s voice echoes in the darkness: “The closest of you to me in rank… is he who destroys a home, while laughing.” CUT TO BLACK I want a picture of a meeting between Satan and the human devils who separate a man from his wife. A picture like these, something similar.