Darkside Chat: Lentils

A Story by Abishai100

A ghost-like prince and New England hockey-coach finds his 'brainiac' match in a dark-side Abyss femme ('dragon-lady') to yield incomplete perfection.

A fanfiction of Tales from the Darkside (George Romero), which I think you'll like,

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There was something peculiar about Mr. Amlan Satan, a Boston-town (New England) junior-hockey coach of incomplete-distances readings of his Selfie/sportsmanship commentary age of net-activity 'linked' Earthling securities for 'confidence' IQ in the post-9/11 era West (American Homeland) woe-landscape of invasion/piracy/terrorism troubles of social media sanity. Sure, he was a liked and skillful ice-hockey coach, and sure his community appreciated his contributions. However, he had this ghost-prince like aura about him, casting himself rather statistically as something of a 'phantom-romantic' wandering around, sometimes giving humans around him a stranger sense of awe by his haunting (even eerie!) focus on his prioritized activities in New England...as if he was simply an 'angel' or 'ghost' and not a normal everyday man at all (Selfie-like!).

You'd think Mr. Amlan Satan had his entire 'story' of Earthling life/consciousness drawn out and written and clear, for what would we say (really) more of this ghost-prince like Boston-town man of otherwise likeable pedestrian qualities of a sociable/human nature or quality? However, that wasn't his entire story in the Gestalt sense of the word, for this 'ghost-prince' of certain if eerie 'charms' of New England society was to deal with an adversary from the dark-side of the universe, an insect-dragon femme-siren poison messenger from the deep Abyss of unknown regions in our giant and unfathomable universe. This adversary, who went by the name 'Endymion' (for some uncommunicated reason!), was to challenge if not only complement our protagonist 'ghost-prince' visage of certain Earthling stranger charms (Selfie-like!).

AMLAN SATAN: You jest at my (Algerian-American/French) Catholic surname, dragon-lady?
ENDYMION: Well, 'Satan' terminology does denote Occult Devil moniker for Christian mainstream!
AMLAN: I see you're some kind of 'specter' of anarchy; from the deep universe Abyss, of mystery?
ENDYMION: You guessed it; and I sense with my psychic-power you're a 'ghost-prince' of charms, pal!
AMLAN: You guessed it; I've always been a wandering soul; my mom said she'd a dream-premonition.
ENDYMION: Aha, she thought you were no 'ordinary-child' of Earth superstition; a messenger/angel?
AMLAN: You guessed it, dragon-lady; I consider myself a defender of the blithely calm/clinical.
ENDYMION: You're some kind of messenger of a 'security-force' of organic/competitive life, no?
AMLAN: You guessed it, and I make wage here we must have some common tie for sanity here/now.
ENDYMION: What's it, pal?
AMLAN: I bet you'd like Chicago basketball arena cheerleader-ladies...for their agile vitality.
ENDYMION: An image of 'imposed-Earthling' competition fancy-frills for laurels/ornament vanity!
AMLAN: You guessed it; I likewise consider the Chicago cheer-angels special 'dolls' from the heavens.
ENDYMION: Intrigue; I tell you now I was here to mark some verity in your 'confidence' in mankind!
AMLAN: You know me?
ENDYMION: Like your mother...she'd that 'stranger-premonition' of your angel composition, no?
AMLAN: And you, dragon-lady, messenger of the Abyss; have a complementary 'challenge' examination.
ENDYMION: You guessed it, Mr. Satan; had you no 'confidence' in those cheerleaders, I'd burn Earth.
AMLAN: You can make yourself a tremendous Godzilla-like giant and burn the entire Blue-Planet, huh?
ENDYMION: Well, I won't do it; I'll retreat to your deep-ocean abyss as a (private) critic of sports, ok.
AMLAN: I've served that miracle prophecy 'dream-vision' that my mother told me about, dragon-lady.
ENDYMION: Wow...isn't the dark-side a 'pill' for all that's leviathan-quanta?

AMLAN: Extra credit, Selfie-like (farewell, femme of mystery).