Lancelot/Lady: Absinthe-Matter

A Story by Abishai100

A 'dark' prince on a misadventure of treasure/bonds may reveal a 'dark' shine in a mod-Earth 'rich' with the image of bound heavens.

A myth-spun adaptation (or fanfiction?) of the iconic 1960 Clement film about the psyche of the crime-psycho veiled in society, Purple Noon (Alain Delon), which I prefer to the 1999 (Matt Damon) remake. You decide (thanks for reading),

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AMLAN SATAN: Off to Euro-chess for art for gem-insurance worlds, currency-bought by an aristocrat-couple I've become cyber-pals with, but I'll unfoil this world of false-treasure (blood-diamonds) and return for a social media commentary about capitalism-race laurel(s), and perhaps I'll expose my 'dark' secret (to cyber-readers/posters) revealed to me by a Homeland-Jersey fortune-teller.

Our 'antihero' prince of this world-chess 'fable' of dark proportion, Amlan Satan, held a deep-secret of past-life ID but wouldn't expose it (in any form(s)) just yet and flew to Monaco for a blood-diamond underground insurance veil(s) superstitions 'deed' tied with a dashing young couple (Freddy/Marge) whom he sought to unfurl and make exposure for tied with underworld terrorism. He brought with him a (fake) diamond-watch to hypnotize them (firstly). This was bad for social media (surely).

FREDDY: You poor-soul Americans with that double-invasion horror-photo graphic.

MARGE: Pearl Harbor and 9/11, no?

AMLAN SATAN: It's all excellence; defense for vigilantism or policework (ok?).

FREDDY: What's this 'draw' for our cyber-media warrior-woman art-sketch?
MARGE: Yes, you're quite invested in Kitana, for some patriotism-project?
AMLAN: Excellence, dear (new) friends; there's terrorism-match for lore (ok).

MARGE: Ok (good for social media!).

FREDDY: I don't think I trust that Mr. Satan.

MARGE: He's quite talented (ok) --- piano, cooking, drawing, chess (ok?).

FREDDY: For you, Marge...it's (all) ok, ha.

MARGE: Well, I think you're guessing well (rightly) about his dual-mind.

FREDDY: He's beautiful (forget it)...let's go to his apartment for pasta (again).

MARGE: Mmm, garlic-creamy shrimp (Italian) adaptation(s).

FREDDY: Love it (photo-nice).

MARGE: Monaco's superior.

CURATOR: We gave this mystery-man private studio-time after-12 for replica-art.

INTERVIEW: Now, you 'think' this placed/kept cyber-warrior woman sketch is fake?

CURATOR: We doubt any ties to blood-diamond insurance veils; only Freddy.

INTERVIEW: The local 'playboy' with investment/interest/rates for cinema?

CURATOR: Perhaps Mr. Satan was a 'model' for (Interpol-relation?) art-chess.

INTERVIEW: Aha, social media bread (ok).

JOURNAL (Amlan Satan): "What a breathe-well environment is this gorgeous place of Monte-Carlo, and I've become hypnotized by its Romanticism-airs, even through Freddy/Marge who now suspect I'm the culprit behind some art-diamond 'examination' ring(s), but Freddy ain't appreciating all the butter of Euro-worlds, and perhaps this is my 'shine' for a psyche-linked photo-graphic, one of (purified), even psychotic, materialism."

INSPECTOR: You say Freddy (purely) vanished (from Earth)?
MARGE: I insist it's that 'talented' Mr. Satan, who's part of an insurance-game.

INSPECTOR: What's the lure for you/Freddy, miss (poor miss)?

MARGE: Perhaps this man sought a 'Robin-Hood' mask and marked fortune(s).

INSPECTOR: Ok (thanx)...we'll explore Amlan's interest for social media.

MARGE: And for Freddy's bread (ok).

INSPECTOR: Bad for social media (poor miss).

JOURNAL (Marge): "Me thinks that persuasion of the spirit(s) created by that 'dark-prince' and self-deluded hero-figure (Mr. Amlan Satan) was some hospitality 'reading' he acquired to sense the chance to 'snatch' me away from my poor/dear-departed Freddy, and all I have now is an (ironic) relief from release from any/all ties to cyber-media art-sketch sales/exhibits (for social media)."

INSPECTOR: You claim you've no ties/interest with the chance-widow (Marge)?
SATAN: I'm en-route to Boston for a teaching-position, about minerals.

INSPECTOR: There's heavy street-chat(s) about (Interpol-relation) insurance.

SATAN: I've read about blood-diamond 'intelligence' games, and hope to help!

INSPECTOR: You've already filed your statement(s) with them (no?).

SATAN: En-route to Boston...for art's sake (and education simply).

INSPECTOR: Alright (good).

Was Amlan Satan a hero/villain? What do you think? We do know he made one final-destination for gem swap and confidence-work at the Monaco jewelry-stop where the Ion-company (rumored to be 'chess-wed' with blood-diamond confusion(s)), to create more street-chatter about eco-minerals mining/insurance corruption in this new fare-rich Earth (wow). Was this simple photo-graphics (for capitalism-race bread)?

JOURNAL (Amlan): When returning to America one ought to 'dream' of the Halloween-friendly 'visage' of ninja-work, as it invokes one's psyche for that necessary blending of psychosis...and envy for political (eco-minerals) matter (for social media too.

When the 'talented' Mr. Satan returned to Boston (North America), he made a visit to the local graveyard where he made a special prayer for Freddy of Monaco, whom he did (indeed) bloody-murder, with his self-delusional vigilante statement, "A blood-diamond 'lying' investor from the young-upper class didn't deserve Marge...but I've become my own tree-of-knowledge vigilante/psycho...and shall remain a camouflaged educator (forever)."

Did Freddy deserve to become a ghost? Would Marge ever get-over her regret of entreating her 'fantasy' of aristocratic wild-hospitality for charms by allowing the 'talented' Mr. Satan to enter her otherwise 'ornament' life? Amlan was gone (forever)...and he'd consider his 'acquisition' of his special deed (that Kitana-sketch) from the underworld of Euro-chess a 'hand-write' for all that was social media...matter.

LETTER: "Dearest Marge, it's your old vile enemy (Amlan), and I'm enjoying a wonders-rich film in North America (now) about 'wrought' self-consciousness, and hope you've found Freddy (or someone!), and I consider all the high-art we'd made together, and now I'm disclosing to you my 'dark' secret, revealed to me by my fortune-teller in the Windy-City, that I'm the reincarnation of that complicated knight of Medieval times (Lancelot), and I hope you'll remember me (purely) as a 'masked-man' of capitalism-race 'chess' dough."

LETTER: "Inspector, I received this 'dashing' letter from that rascal-musketeer (Mr. Amlan Satan) and remain confident he's dancing in North America whispering to some mall-mannequin he's convinced he's that 'controversial' English-knight (Lancelot) and that his doll-of-mall is somehow the Lady-of-the-Lake...and you must discover his bonds (for my Freddy)."

Where did Amlan Satan sojourn after this psychotic-achievement in Monte-Carlo (Europe)? This man-of-talent believed he (surely) was the reincarnation of the 'bad' Lancelot, and he found real 'vigilante' lore for social-media comment(s) in Monaco, but perhaps we became 'educated' about that dark (or mysterious!) quality of network/traffic materialism readings of poison (for the Ego).