Game of Death: Life's Brooch

Action-man Satan (Slovak-Algerian) has to make death-game 'act' at a Halloween-party for diamonds-integrity 'gossip' in an underworld full of knowledge.

An underworld story worth its weight in Halloween-season darkness fun! Thanks so much for reading, 

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"Friends, Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American Bostonian hero man of diamonds-theft for smugglers-intercept 'art' (for image!) had a new contender to deal with, in the form of a very calculating underworld siren of Hell named Dartmouth (Facebook-like)."

MR. SATAN: You're no diamonds and insurance consumerism lady, Dartmouth.

DARTMOUTH: Thanx.

MR. SATAN: What's this game of death you propose for Halloween's Eve, bad lady?

DARTMOUTH: Infiltrate a Halloween-party costumed and swap safe diamonds, ok.

MR. SATAN: If I do, you'll free my damsel, that bank-teller lady I'm to marry.

DARTMOUTH: You got it...she'll be to Brussels (Belgium?) with ya for IRA-views.

MR. SATAN: That's cool, Dartmouth...but I must get the party-host drunk.

DARTMOUTH: Baron Ion likes absinthe (strong); tell him you're an insurance man.

MR. SATAN: Sure, I leave note in safe, "Dartmouth sent me for safe-gossip."

DARTMOUTH: Do it for your teller-lady, Satan (Ezzy?).

MR. SATAN: Thanx.

"Friends, would you believe Mr. Satan achieved the hostage-ransom 'deed' for Halloween-estate infiltrations and safe-gems swap for insurance gossip that would rid the calculating lady Dartmouth of her bad-rival of the underworld, Baron Ion, so he'd retire to Brussels/Belgium for a waffle-eatery with his darling Ezzy (Esmerelda)? Of course, the magic-potion in the mix of this dark 'game-of-death' on Halloween's Eve was Amlan's own special 'recipe' for absinthe which won him the time-enough to burn Ion's mansion-safe with acid and achieve a sort of part-clown celeb-visage in that bad-ellipse 'universe' of diamonds cleats (for the Ego)."

EZZY: You did this (all) for me and us.

MR. SATAN: Right-o.

EZZY: Baron Ion was bad-enough to draw Interpol-examination eyes, eh?

MR. SATAN: Right-o.

EZZY: What a game of life, hon.

MR. SATAN: Right-o.

EZZY: We've enough to manage waffles in Brussels (ha).

MR. SATAN: Right-o.

EZZY: What's the capitalist miracle here, I wonder.

MR. SATAN: Diamonds are forever.

"Friends, would you believe Amlan/Ezzy made it all the way to Europe and en-route to their Dutch-airlines flight there enjoyed a miracle-celebration bowl of Vietnamese noodles, thinking (in sigh!) that 'deep' Dartmouth was (way) behind them...for good? This darker faerie-tale of underworld 'action-hype' had revealed something of the dark-side of capitalism's face...that of incomplete-distances to those eternal readings of the composition of things know (ok)."

"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)