Satan's Lady: A Catholic File

A Story by Abishai100

Is modern Kingdom lore rich with inter-religious/commerce life 'confidence' for the hand-axes of (simplified) doorbell-vanities (for Mr. Amlan Satan and Ms. Ezzy Harris)?

A mod-Earth epic 'faerie-tale' about the troubles/complexity of the Western unit(s) of the famed/troubled Irish Republican Army, with no actual reference to any real-life/world news event or story. Thanks for reading (and Happy Spring!),

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Amlan Satan had become a special freelance (secret) blood-diamond operationalist in the Kingdom (Belfast) for a smugglers-intercept for assurances in treasures/commerce life facilitating consumerism 'linked' Parliament policy-talks concerning Catholic-Protestant relations enhancements/improvements through marketing in our mod-Earthling 'Selfie-culture' of incomplete-lines readings for transit oriented capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' bureaucracy-arts (for the soul).

He now met a gorgeous Belfast bookshop owner named Ezzy Harris, a half-Catholic from New England who moved to the Kingdom (Belfast) to live with her Irish-Catholic mummy (Brenda) and make online recipes and book-commentary and moved Satan (Amlan) with her extensive Irish backgrounds-history knowledge about the rough and intrigue-rich relations between the troubles-centric Irish Republican Army (working constantly to 'enhance' life for Catholics in Dublin/Belfast) and the British Protestant forces-assembled unit known as the Black-and-Tans, known for uniformed street-grit pushes against the strongholds and arms of IRA (Catholic) challenges.

AMLAN: Black and Tans makes for a leviathan in Western lore (not Israel-Palestine).

EZZY: Perchance I've become your special nurse of lady-of-the-lakes of fire, hero.

AMLAN: I'm merely James Bond, Ms. Harris (Selfie-like!).

SATAN: I'm Algerian by birth, Bostonian by design, and Catholic-by-faith, my lady.

HARRIS: I'm keeping your 'Catholic-file' for this blood-diamond operations (GI-Joe couture).

SATAN: Ha, I thought I was James Bond...not Snake-Eyes, my lady!

HARRIS: Whatever (good).

'Satan's lady' showed the blood-diamond operationalist a new-face for Kingdom (Belfast) life, and he came to think of her as his special (secret!) nurse-angel guide for Catholic lifestyle enhancements 'consciousness' in the mod-Earth of incomplete-distances readings for bureaucracy-arts' (special) leviathan-readings for photo-synthesis (for the Ego).

BELFAST BANK: It was Halloween, and he claimed he was the Scarecrow.

INTERPOL: Swapped (rumored/insured) blood-gems with glass-animal toys.

BELFAST BANK: Some eco-capitalism message or insider/rival 'deed' for street-insurance lore.

INTERPOL: Pre-Xmas consumerism intrigue for Belfast (Northern Ireland).

BELFAST BANK: Intersection with the 'bridge' game for commerce-policy talks (Parliament)?

INTERPOL: Sounds-dialysis...for leviathan (thanx).

BELFAST BANK: Facebook-like (ok).

Now, Mr. Amlan Satan, bloody-gems collections-gossip insider-intelligence in the Kingdom (Belfast), thought of himself as more of a Peter-Pan stranger character than a James-Bond stranger character (wow). Would Ezzy Harris, 'Satan's lady' of incomplete-distances readings of the book-of-bread, become his Wendy Darling (for Selfie-culture disasters)?

EZZY: They're inquiring of your work and may come after you, some rogue unit.

SATAN: Ulster Volunteer Force, my lady.

EZZY: No, no, no, darling...it's some reassembled force calling itself Black/Tan Dartmouth.

SATAN: A resurrection of a 'classic' aura of the Black-and-Tans (of old 'darkness' lore?).

EZZY: You've got to get-out of Belfast...go to Brussels (I've some assets there, family-money).

SATAN: Come with me...I've one job left in the Kingdom (no more blood-diamonds).

EZZY: Fine.

Satan's lady did (in deed) create the aura of a Catholic-file miracle in the troubles-storied Kingdom (Belfast) of incomplete-readings in life-linked capitalism and fortune and consumerism happiness for insurance, and she agreed to go to Brussels (Belgium) with Amlan, after she swayed her mummy to move there with the two of them, where she'd spend-time making some nifty medicine-arts on the Internet (wow).

EZZY: He really is sweet, you know, and he drives us around in that green-auto (focus).

MUMMY: He saved us from Black/Tans Xmas-consumerism (diamonds) hellmouth, darling.

EZZY: He's our Peter-Pan (albeit Algerian-American!), mummy.

MUMMY: All good things come to those who pray for doughnuts (Facebook-like).

EZZY: God.

MUMMY: How'd an Algerian-American (Bostonian) find interest for IRA-life (Belfast)?
EZZY: Me thinks he's the kind of 'James Bond' character of Earthling-dowries.

MUMMY: Sure.

MEMOIR: "The Black/Tans era of Catholic-Protestant relations, 'swapped' for a mod-eco capitalism 'faerie-tale' of incomplete-lines readings in Hell/Belfast...all for Satan's lady and a Catholic-file of simplified Selfie-culture 'premonitions' in simplified distance (for all!)."