Boston's Constantine

Constantine, 'angel-detective' of pensive/wry self-awareness, finds spirit-counsel with his Lady-angel, for a Boston 'crusade' concerning fortune's leviathan.

A Halloween-season fanfiction of Constantine (DC Comics). Hope you like it, 

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Constantine found himself a wandering 'angel-detective' of immortal-consciousness but mortal-thoughts in New England, concerning a Bostonian dread-case of diamond-insurance corruption tied to war-zones and rogue finances sullying the metaphysics of capitalism-race 'chess' and drawing 'bad' social commentary for consumerism as the holiday-season approached.

However, our protagonist 'angel' (Constantine) found excellence in counsel for spirit, in the form of a Lady-oracle who insisted she was his Lake-guide of immortal rhetoric and he her special 'knight-man' of this bloody treasures hand-write for bad tidings in the new millennium, making for an 'eerie landscape' of commerce in Boston's history (wow).

LADY: You had performed some gem-swaps for insurance-chess in New England?
CONSTANTINE: Without doubt(s); for the hand-write of commerce-traffic (IQ).

LADY: Yet, you resist the human-world 'charm(s)' of things like Mardi Gras?

CONSTANTINE: I need the imagery for wrought fortune-readings by ninja-IQ.

LADY: Why Boston, Constantine?
CONSTANTINE: There's something 'lurking' in America, and Boston teems with it.

LADY: Invisible angel-work(s) for the 'masks' of capitalism's readings (ok).

CONSTANTINE: Without doubt(s), my Lady; this is social media smilies for Hell.

LADY: Doubtless (wow).

Boston could be better, for the heart/soul of Constantine, our angel of the city! However his 'Lady-angel' guided him for rhetoric to the fabled gold-spear of Destiny by which he'd conceive of the treasure 'shine' for what's (simply) a commercial vanities threat to American life/consciousness. He who finds the spear may find the direction for treasure-materialism chess (or stalemate). Was this all social media photo-graphics in this time of networks and enterprise (and invisible ambitions)?

LADY: Perhaps it's Lucifer or a Wolfen-matter creating direction in capitalism-IQ.

CONSTANTINE: Without doubt(s); me thinks of a 'play' for superstitious games.

LADY: Is there 'vigilantism' space for this media-age of narcissistic convenience?

CONSTANTINE: Capitalism is convenience; let's find 'space' for art's banks.

LADY: Interesting, Constantine; an artist-hologram for what's materialism-IQ.

CONSTANTINE: Without doubt(s), my Lady (for even social media chess!).

Can you approach the Hellmouth(s) of commerce-matrix vanities in New England (Boston) with conceptions of wrought superstitions or high-rhetoric for the 'spear-of-Destiny' Constantine's 'Lady-angel' told him about as his guide? Well, certainly pirate-consciousness and terrorist-thoughts had made for a stranger Earth, and it required some deep meditation(s) of the quality or color of the past, and the intimations of 'omens' discoverable in the citizenry-cemeteries of Boston's history (surely!).

CONSTANTINE: Boston's future remains uncertain, for immortals and pirates too.

LADY: Perhaps we'll make for a night-sky/vision 'discovery' for that Destiny-spear?

CONSTANTINE: Perhaps, my Lady-guide; perhaps there's 'light(s)' for direction.

LADY: Boston's damned (without you).

CONSTANTINE: Or you (for materialism).

Constantine gifted his Lady-angel/guide a world-exchange symbolic soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) experience for what would (surely) become a Bostonian 'legend' concerning those distances to hospitality-readings, readings secured by the minds/hands of those invested (spiritually) in New England life...for a 'matter' of (immortal?) languages.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)