Duke of Monte-Carlo

A Story by Abishai100

A fanfiction/adaptation of that classic Dumas tale of restoration/redemption in a 'civilization' fraught with man's sense(s) of 'pure' weakness.

A fanfiction of one of my favorite works of classic literature, The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas), with a fun picture-book approach to the old tale of redemption/restoration...and revenge!

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction/adaptation/modernization offers images with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative arts (for 'open' interpretation!).

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Amlan Satan had been betrayed by his Brussels blood-diamond cohort during a grand chess examination concerning veiled insurance darkness in the modern Euro-game of handshakes/smuggling, linked to rogue forms of finance(s), and he'd remember his 'time' with this dastardly 'claimed' friend/buddy (Fernand) as a time of forgetting, for once, they'd been great 'allies' in this hero-game of social-media culture reflective treasure-insurance masquerade/lyrics/celebration (e.g., Mardi Gras).

SATAN (Journal): Exiled to this island as a 'prince' who dared defy the blood-diamond dominion, thanks to the information-betrayal by my apparent (betraying) friend (Fernand), I have this extra credit 'chance' to determine a self-willed 'calculation' for restoration and perhaps even redemption, and the first thing to do (here) is to derive a mechanical formula for the delivery of interest-accumulation as it applies to things as 'rich' and 'dark' as nonlinear calculus, limits, and gravity (perhaps) itself, to draw a new 'gem-insurance' cabinet of administration in modern Belgium, once I'm able to depart from this exile-state, with a little 'extra' formulation of the composition of physique/consciousness white (for the Ego).

Well, our protagonist man of tragedy/betrayals, Amlan Satan, managed to 'flee' from that exile-state in the ocean and found himself in an investment-game in modern Belgium concerning diamond-insurance 'grid' wordings (tied with the 'chess' of Wall Street's certain 'view' of readings) and established himself (undoubtedly) as a 'duke' of Monte-Carlo, a place where fortune linked with a social media 'handshake' for the youthful daydreams of wrought life's restoration(s) for the heart (wow).

MERCEDES: I've married Fernand, Satan.

AMLAN: I can see that (now) and fear my invitation for you/Fernand is gloss.

MERCEDES: I couldn't 'stand' to consider this wait/chance that you'd vanished!

AMLAN: Yes, Mercedes, I know that...Fernand set his eyes to snatch you (correctly).

MERCEDES: What will you do, Satan?

AMLAN: Oh, I'll be writing 'readings' in diamond-treasure superstitions (for all).

MERCEDES: I suppose we might see your 'duke-quill' of excellence in cyber-nets?

AMLAN: Of course...Fernand shall see 'samples' of my resurrected Romanticism (ha).

MERCEDES: Comic-book optimism/arts, Satan?
AMLAN: Why not...for a 'personal' view for what's (simply) youth-word.

MERCEDES: Congrats...and farewell (and thanx for the Monte-Carlo invite).

AMLAN: I hope you'd come-across my 'vigilante' artworks for youth-wind.

MERCEDES: Alright (good manner).

Our 'prince' of lost-dreams and adventure had 'reinvented' himself as the greatly self-restoring diamond-insurance chess-wizard in grand Monte-Carlo, as a 'duke' of all that's capitalism's readings (for the Ego). However, in this tale of redemption and revenge (for Fernand was 'outright' humbled by Satan's re-ascension to the word level(s) of pure readings for empire-honors), this prince-turned-duke (of Monte-Carlo!) had found himself becoming a 'secret' table-fan of what made the 'chess' of ambitious singular-focus a 'social thing' of expressions for 'white' intelligence or weakness (hmm).

SATAN: Wow, I've met a lovely flower-girl (Monte-Carlo) and intend to teach her the 'brain' of chess-play in this new 'life' of cabinets (for the Ego).

ESMERELDA: That luchi-bread you so adore (Indian taste!).

SATAN: You're such the duchess of Monte-Carlo, Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: You seem like a 'duke' with a 'design' for a table-word (ha).

SATAN: I am, for you, my new life-darling (Ezzy); this luchi...is wishcraft.

ESMERELDA: It's yours (congrats).

Wow, what a tale this 'Duke of Monte-Carlo' had spun for his own life, his 'new' life of restorations...and honorable revenge! In fact, he'd forgotten (all) about Mercedes, his old-life sweetheart, who was 'snatched' by the betraying 'scoundrel' of vanities, Fernand, in his old-life game of treasure-confidence(s), and now, Amlan Satan found himself in that 'prime-number' position to cast special social-media commentary-handshakes for what drew the modern investor/speculator to forms of modern age 'optimism' for the generic 'wise-guy' defenses for capitalism's special 'dark-side' of readings for net-education wind (appealing to all 'sorts' of Euro-readers).

ESMERELDA: A darling game-ticked sports-culture prize-image card for our son?
SATAN: This is excellence, Ezzy; a 'view' for social-media 'trophies' in youth.

ESMERELDA: A college-basketball media 'action-treasure' for insurance?

SATAN: Yeah; this is the 'right hand' of fortune's special world (Monte-Carlo).

ESMERELDA: You're the 'unofficial' reading Duke of Monte Carlo, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Thanx...to weakness (and to you, Esmerelda).

ESMERELDA: Of course.