Late one rainy night in Baltimore, Andrew—an affable graduate student researching the works of Dostoevsky—meets a handsome stranger named Jack. The two immediately hit it off and start dating, despite the fact that Andrew already has a super-duper boyfriend and that Jack has the Mark of the Beast—you know, 666—burned into his forehead. "Are you a satanist?" Andrew asks Jack. "No," he replies sheepishly. "But my father…he's the Devil." Intrigued-slash-slightly apprehensive (and against the urgings of his best gal-pal Bernadette), Andrew does his best to make a go of it with Jack. Until, as this seriously entertaining comedy unspools, Andrew slowly begins to realize, with mounting dread and horror—and, always, an undefeatable sense of humor—that Jack isn't the Devil's son at all. On the contrary, he's something far, far worse…truly, a boyfriend of the damned.
"…a smart, hip comedy…a scarily hilarious summer delight." —NY Post.
"…a fresh, original and up-to-the-millennium commentary on the all-too-human impulse to dabble on the dark side…at once funny and hip, literary and smart." —Atlanta Journal-Constitution. "Packed with sly pokes at psychobabble, horror tropes, and real-life sex in the city, the script keeps raining zingers." —East Bay Express. "If playwright Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa were to write a recipe for his comedy SAY YOU LOVE SATAN, it might well read: one part Dostoyevsky, two parts horror film, one part Revelations, and a dash of queer culture." —Boston Globe.