Euro-Hero Concern

A Story by Abishai100

An antihero prince seeks a treasure-misadventure (Monte Carlo) for a mod-examination concerning the 'high-hand(s)' of badness.

A fanfiction/adaptation of Purple Noon (Alain Delon), which has been remade into that 'cool' Matt Damon film, but I prefer the original (for its definition splendors).

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie 'fanfiction' contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative expressions (for 'open' imaging).

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PRINCE SATAN: To use my inherited fortunes to make a gem-wage in Monte-Carlo is to apply my high-education in the world of capitalism-race fineries for this examination of my reinvented self as an 'Artful Dodger' of street-chess, and perhaps reflect this 'deed' (somehow) into social-media culture language for 'personality' materialism (for the Ego).

Amlan Satan set-out to Europe (Monaco/Monte-Carlo) to engage with a special aristocratic young couple (Marge/Robbie) for a world-immersion into wealth and art and peruse the new 'video-game inspired' art-sketch holding inside the Euro-museum of great photo-profit conversations (for ironic insurance-veils in blood-diamond game-matter).

MARGE: Thrilled to have you as an American prince cohort in this art-show!

ROBBIE: You strike me/us as a 'world-man' of great education-taste (for IQ).

AMLAN SATAN: I'm no more than an art 'rascal' in this expo for thievery (ha).

MARGE: There's much video-game/cyber 'chat' and share(s) for art (no?).

Amlan set-out to seduce Marge and destroy Robbie for his world-activities with blood-diamond games, and he wished to create a special museum-exhibition performance 'thievery-art' by inebriating the after-hours guardsman with absinthe to swap the video-game genre art-sketch, now 'owned' (unofficially) by Marge/Robbie but endorsed/co-owned by the blood-diamond baron Ion (of Monaco). This was both art/materialism for a Euro-highness.

MARGE: Are you the scoundrel behind that art-sketch swap of rumor, Satan?
AMLAN: I've made you a luchi-bread brunch, for forgetting the troubles!

MARGE: Where's Robbie...he's vanished, Satan?

AMLAN: Forget Robbie; he must've skirted off with a mistress, dear Marge.

MARGE: I do love luchi-bread, prince; but I fear there's suspicion here!

AMLAN: Don't fear, dear Marge; this luchi's materialism for the Ego/spirit.

MARGE: Oh, alright.

BARON ION: I dunno this meaning of art-swap with replica for my company-share and its requisition(s) for diamond-insurance commentary in Monaco social-media, but I fear some (Interpol-relation) 'eye' moves me out/away from this art-game of invested insurance masking (damn).

MARGE: Thanks for coming over for speaking, detective.

DETECTIVE: You fear this now-vanished Amlan Satan murdered Robbie?

MARGE: I'm certain; I think he's behind that video-game art-sketch (too)!

DETECTIVE: Why're you betraying him to us (now), Lady Marge?

MARGE: I was falling for Satan...but I need detective-work for Monaco-IQ.

DETECTIVE: Now...good for social media (no?).

Amlan had indeed bloody-murdered Robbie and then 'borrowed' a black-auto which he used to rob a bank with more blood-diamonds for insurance-veils, stored by the Ion-company and then resold the very-same auto on the Internet as part of some 'asset-motions' commentary for a Euro-exchange (before seeking his departure for Detroit).

BANK MANAGER: This guy in mask appeared with a water-rifled filled with acid.

INTERVIEW: Was this 'stranger' tied with the Robbie/art-heist case?

BANK MANAGER: That's our guess...for Monaco's all high-hand for society.

INTERVIEW: And securities social-media/shares...thanx!

Where would the 'prince' antihero of this fable now seek flight? Well, the first-move was to Detroit (USA), to open a toy-company, small-business, and clean his hands of the entire blood-diamond underworld 'misadventure' tied with aristocracy-chess of a new mod-corruption face (for mercantilism).

GUINEVERE: You've come to us in 'fare' Detroit to market your toys?
AMLAN SATAN: Excellence, pretty-woman; I've become a musketeer.

GUINEVERE: There's an 'eye' (or tone!) of mischief (or malice) in you.

AMLAN: Maybe; well, this art-mosaic for Detroit-expo is (all) match.

GUINEVERE: Good.

Would Amlan Satan find a bride in Detroit and have a darling-son for whom he'd 'adorn' a special college-media sports/social-media bedroom for a fanfare view of capitalism-race windows into the 'lifebeat' of modern social-net activity and charm(s)? That's the theory among his friends in Detroit, who'd never know of his mystery-man past with the gem-game in Monte Carlo (hmm). This was good for social media (of course).