Bloody Ninja Phoenix {Part 1}

In part-1 of my vampire-ninja crossover trilogy, antihero American immigrant/clocker finds Southwest museum blood (for one cocktail).

My Summer-'25 trilogy about vampires of a ninja-thorax. Thanks for reading, all 

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Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian immigrant/citizen/wanderer, fan of Miroslav Satan (NHL) and Tom Brady (NFL), had two secrets of life on Earth. Firstly, he'd trained himself in the combat and philosophy of the (Eastern) ninja, sword-bearing infiltrations artist of agility and mercenary-sensibility. Secondly, he'd been descended from a long-line of blood-immortals, vampires, from the East. Mr. Satan (Amlan!) had found himself trekking to the American Southwest (Phoenix) where a campus museum 'toast-hyperbole' about diamonds-history/records integrity from world logs/archaeology drew the evil-eye(s) of rogue smugglers operating in Africa and North America (Canada)...damn. Satan wanted a special ninja-theft boast at the campus (museum-exhibition) but didn't anticipate the presence of The Phoenix, the underground/invisible vampire 'club' boasting special drone-assassins...with ninja-thesauruses (wow).

CURATOR: You've the look of a trekking bike-riding philosopher, adventurous sir!

SATAN (Amlan): Thanx for the comment and praise; I seek post-hours photo-work!
CURATOR: Well, we're pleased to have a freelance artist and The Phoenix here!

SATAN (Amlan): You must be pleased your Southwest-school ties with The Phoenix!

CURATOR: Maybe, with your bike-riding adventurous demeanor, you add spice/IQ!

SATAN (Amlan): Thanx...I make 'wage' here there's no Phoenix-angels post-hours.

CURATOR: Facebook-like (for photo-albums).

The Phoenix sent one of its drone assassins, a vampire with great femme-ninja training in the American Southwest, Esha...a gun-toting masked thief and blood-immortal who always wore a mask to make her bloody ravenous fangs invisible for leviathan/uncertainty. Esha sought earnestly to invade the Phoenix-school museum post-hours and take those diamonds eyed by rogue smugglers before 'hero' Amlan Satan could do the trick taking photos for his cyber-canvas/albums post-hours alongside the escorting guardsman (Leo) he'd been enjoying absinthe with at about 12:10 am (Facebook-like!).

ESHA: Damn you, vampire Satan...you've already swapped the gems here/now.

SATAN (Amlan): The Phoenix sent you, vampire girl.

ESHA: Why'd you guess I'm a blood-immortal, fool?

SATAN (Amlan): You guessed the same here/now (about me), vampire girl (ha).

ESHA: Well, I can shoot you, but I'd rather use my sai-blades here/now, fool (ha).

SATAN (Amlan): May the 'cool' vampire fly...oh, but I've Holy Water loaded guns.

ESHA: Damn you, hero-wannabe (Facebook-like)...slurp, slurp, slurp (Phoenix).

Mr. Amlan Satan, ninja/vampire, was fortunate to come-out on top, post acquisition of the gems evil eyed by smugglers of corrupt integrity 'agenda' for Heaven/Hell and The Phoenix (too). The Phoenix, Southwest 'club' of vampires/ninjas of the West (American Homeland), had been 'somewhat-tied' with and to varied bloody-murders and vanishings on Earth, in the States...and they didn't anticipate this new singular-war with Mr. Satan (damn). What would be the outcome(s) of this bad-adventure for records/bloody-marys?

"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)