Dark Castle: The Earthling Mirror (Part 1)

Portrait of intersecting path of a world-daring diamonds man and a brooding Castle-dwelling Count yielding conversations of a new Earth 'know' complexity.

A darkness-forays fiction trilogy for your Thanksgiving-season Monday. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Mr. Amlan Satan was sure his work in Europe as a Catholic-American mercenary for hire for special eco-vigilante shaped intercepts of moved underworld diamonds involving sometimes heists and sharp-shooting of smugglers-vehicles drivers in roadways by night-vision made him something of a James Bond character of the 21st-Century Selfie Earth of capitalism integrity but didn't know his currency-life would be 'spiced' by the dark when he rang the bell of a castle-door after his rented Volvo broke down in the pouring rain one Saturday's eve in the Autumn-'25 season of otherwise social media commentary medicine life (Selfie-like).

THE COUNT: Greetings, prince fellow.

SATAN (Amlan): Thanx for letting me enter to use your phone-line(s), Count.

THE COUNT: I take great-care to greet bogged wanderers in this modern Earth.

SATAN: Oh, ha, yes...but why's that, if I may boldly inquire of your hospitality?

THE COUNT: Well, prince fellow, you see...I take stalks of pedestrian patterns.

SATAN: Pattern man, Count?
THE COUNT: The world's dark, prince fellow; I keep my mistress here for spirits.

SATAN: You've a mistress...remain unmarried, Count?
THE COUNT: Mister Satan, this rather dark castle is words for life's deformities.

SATAN: You meditate on the dark/complex side of life's patterns, as a host!

THE COUNT: Isn't that the Realism, prince fellow (Selfie-like)?

The mysteriously human-subconsciousness words inferencing Count (keeper) of the somewhat 'dark' castle Mr. Amlan Satan entered that rainy Saturday in Autumn-'25 proceeded to reveal his special Rapture-feelings of engagement of the complexity-sides of Earthling life and why he kept a mistress in his castle for comforts and escapism and how he meditated on the weirdness of the planet and the veils of underworld eeriness making-invisible forms of evil in contour to the overground complications of governance and traffic/pedestrian hospitality. Mr. Satan got the funniest-feel suddenly the Count was courting some vampirism 'ethos' to prep some Earth cities entry with some vehemence agenda and had prepared in this Castle-mind some Selfie visage of things...controlled.

THE COUNT: Well, you've told me much of your shootist-IQ over wine/supper.

MR. SATAN: You've been quite generous, Count...but I do need to use the phone!
THE COUNT: We've much to review and outline here, Mister Satan...wind-down.

MR. SATAN: Where's your mistress friend, and is she to accompany us tonight?

THE COUNT: She's perhaps in her water-world room, but maybe I'll bring her, ha.

MR. SATAN: I'm something of a wanderer-action agent of this capitalist Earth, ha.

THE COUNT: As you maybe guessed or wondered, I'm a blood-water life thinker.

MR. SATAN: I had ruminated (or joked!) in-mind you prepped some vampire-art!

THE COUNT: A shootist greets a vampirism-warlock in Castle in rain; nice story.

MR. SATAN: This is inception of an unusual night's chat, Count (surely), no?

THE COUNT: Maybe (Facebook-like!).

"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)