Damian: Prince of Darkness*

Will a candidate for the 'Prince of Darkness' shade the throne(s)-of-blood...or become a 'reformed' vision-bishop of Earth chess?

A very taut adaptation of the excellent supernatural thriller (for Halloween!), Damien: Omen II (William Holden), featuring my very own Selfies (ha). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-fanfiction and story-dramatization offers no formal ties/views to the producers/creators of the original work or any derivation therein tying to world-groups/beliefs or literature; furthermore, the images/works used or referenced in this picture-story presentation offer no claims of any commercial organization. 

----

====

Every boy has a gift of the view(s) of life, but Damian was born to the Earth as the evil-incarnate Prince of Darkness, vowing secretly in his pillow to become the adversary of the world Christian faith and reared by the dark-vision(s) afforded to hm by his darling baby-girl doll which his sister left-behind after she died of a smoke-poisoning that Damian created while the two were teens. His baby doll dark-magic figurine reminded him to keep 'steadfast' to fight the forces of Light and the Heavens (wow).

DAMIAN: I'll sojourn at the excellent Wingate (hotel) and use WiFi resources to create cyber-chess tourneys among students.

Now at first appearance/visage-view(s), Damian looked like an 'average' rather cute-looking/nerdy Algerian-American 'prince' of inherited fortune(s) in North America, but he developed his almost 'uncanny' knack of tapping into the darkness of the universe, and he used telepathy to affect the minds/spirit of others, poking-fun at the social-media age of 'Selfie'-driven traffic/culture magazine-culture and the fanzine network(s).

DAMIAN: I'll verse myself in Absurdist/Atheist philosophy to don the mantle of the 'AntiChrist' and preach ambition in Belfast.

When Halloween season came around Damian's adult-life residential above-average community, there was a great arson 'incident' as Halloween Eve approached, and Damian escaped all manner(s) of interrogation/suspicion(s), though it'd been 'certain' that he'd been the dark prince behind the insurance-statement corruption deed of Hell (to complement his 'pseudo-terrorist' cyber-work(s) with stalemate-chess fury/pyramids).

DAMIAN: I've met a 'beautiful' librarian, here in North America, and she'll help me read/verse on the troubles (Belfast/Israel).

The following Halloween season, Damian was a self-professed 'incarnate' pirate from the deadly Old Earth sea(s), and he wanted to make pranks all around his community after laying some insidious cyber-network trap(s) regarding chess-stalemate dialogue surrounding Cold War comics.

DAMIAN: This warm season of Samhain and specters invoke my presence in dark-field(s); near the 'vision' of capitalism itself.

Using chess-stalemate as an incendiary sportsmanship darkness ideation on the cyber-highway(s) of modern Earth was a signpost for the Rapture or the Tribulation, since post-9/11 era ideations of activity-driven commercial bridges to peace/coexistence were the best 'vestiges' of intersections of the spirit...between chess-vanity and sportsmanship-thinking (yes).

DAMIAN: I've taken as my mistress of Sin a fair Euro-fashion design(s) 'model' woman who'll diagonal vanity for conspiracy.

He began to recruit his cyber-chess network associates into a North American ice-hockey club for the community near his residence/estate and then concocted horrible evil telekinetic 'accidents' designed to illuminate the raw gambling of Fate in these post-9/11 era time of social-media labor(s).

NORTH AMERICAN CYBER-POST: The 'tragic' loss of the community ice-hockey amateur athlete offers no clues to Damian-tie.

ESQUIRE: As a prominent modern adult investor in Euronext, Damian sir, you've become a 'diplomat' of chess-imagination, eh?
DAMIAN: True; it's because I drew a 'cool' match with a priest's son on cyber with double-bishop braids for anarchism (ha).

Three years later, Damian retired from all forms of religious heresy and cyber-terrorism. He quit everything. He opened a chess-store/library in New England (United States) and professed to be a 'sincere' born-again Catholic with a completely unashamed investment in the spirit-networks of social-media and youth-education IQ in Western civilization. He believed his 'mark of Satan' as the Prince of Darkness was replaced by a 'real' interest in being a cyber-chess teacher/educator (hmm).

OPPONENT: You love to use double-bishop lines in chess-play, Damian, eh?
DAMIAN: That's true, friend; the 4 bishops of the 2 sides of chess are opposing/asymmetrical in the thought-game!
OPPONENT: Stalemate-chess certainly offered 'cool-politics' ideations during the Cold War (Fischer-Spassky), no?
DAMIAN: That's true; in fact, the 'symmetrical' competition-IQ of chess-play in kingdom-strategy motion(s) is free-will!
OPPONENT: What's the special 'spice' of free-will liberty of chess-IQ in the modern world of social-media networks, Damian?
DAMIAN: As a reformed man of religious drive (now), I feel the symmetry of chess and the bishop-diagonals contours are DNA!
OPPONENT: So, you're a newborn advocate of the folly of Eugenics, is that it, Damian?
DAMIAN: That's true, friend; in fact, I've befriended a darling Vegas-lady who's breeding in me a 'sense' of humbled humanity.
OPPONENT: Humility in the 'human race' is certainly a 'genomics' beauty, no?
DAMIAN: Of course...in fact, when we draw stalemate in chess/politics/society, we 'dream' of the parallels of capitalism (ha).

As an adult reformed man of Catholic evangelical bent, Damian was no longer the Prince of Darkness and therefore not the 'head' of the AntiChrist but an 'earnest' alien of the human race seeking to become an 'avid' fan/advocate/reader (or artist!).

DAMIAN: I'm casting a 'cool' Series (trade-cards) set on cyber-chess networks for capitalism-IQ for post-9/11 era security.

Damian settled down in British Columbia (North America) with his 'Vegas-lady' and started to write a novel titled Erasing Castles which would win him the Pulitzer Prize (United States).

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)