Eastern-Satan

A Story by Abishai100

A world-infiltration 'dude' named Satan goes smalltown/hometown for a school-reunion while balancing 'evil work' with romance, family, and perhaps heaven.

I love fanfiction, and one of my favorite reference-films I like 'using' for adaptations/spins on the psyche-value/fun/creativity of social-world controls/intrigue/romanticism is the unusual mercenary-smalltown dramedy-concept story from Grosse Pointe Blank (John Cusack), and I've written multiple adaptations of this 'cool' movie, and I think you'll like this one (Happy Summer),

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Amlan Satan was heading back to his hometown of South Jersey (USA) for his high-school reunion, moved by his mission-controls secretary (Liz) to reunite with his estranged mom (Estelle) and find his 'roots' while 'taking-care' with a nasty bad-guy of the modern insurance-corruption/smugglers highway and decided he'd 'mask' his James Bond vacation-trip with a social-media 'friend-net' commentary concerning the Homeland 'comforts' of the general school-reunion 'examination' in America (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: I've to 'handle' this bad-guy in Voorhees, and dart to my school-reunion, reconnect with my sweetheart (Danica) and mom (Estelle) and then call you for the complete success-tale for a social-media 'normalization' post concerning everyday Homeland wits/humor, eh?
LIZ: What's the problem, sir?
SATAN: Nah, nothing, I just thought this all felt like a comic-storyline.

LIZ: It just might become one (for you), sir.

SATAN: Thanks, Liz...I think.

Well, this 'James Bond' man of the Western-world took up shelter at a nice Courtyard in South-Jersey to make the reunion weekend for a summer vacation 'trip' which would coincide with some local Devils (sports-team) diamond-showcase for TV/media which would 'intersect' with the invader bad-guy whom Satan (our protagonist-hero) would 'handle' while taking-care-of-business with sweetheart/mom, but would this all be possible for this examination of an American dream/daydream? Follow along!

DANICA: You went to prom; we fell in love; you vowed marriage; and vanished.

SATAN: Gimme some kind of small break; I've been 'dancing' around Earth.

DANICA: As what...a 'specter' of a badly-written pulp-romance novel, Amlan?
SATAN: Something like that, I promise (Danica).

DANICA: Am I to be a 'subject' of your 'adapted' comics-cyber tale for this weekend?
SATAN: Why not?
DANICA: I'm a fashion/saree model now (Philadelphia).

SATAN: Hey, you do your 'fine' examination for capitalism; just include me!

DANICA: Alright.

Well, this Eastern school-reunion linked to this 'bad-guy' invader which was the real Rationalism behind Amlan's return to his smalltown/hometown would require our protagonist 'Earth-prince' to find a sneaky way to ID and assassinate the invader at the reunion-event tied to the local Devils (sports-team) diamond-showcase for summer/consumerism social media, and he'd have to (equally) find the emotion-space to reconcile with his mom (Estelle) and then (phew) find the mind-time to post some 'veiling' worthy normalization psyche-comment (on cyber-space/Facebook?) about this new age of inventions of criminal-underworld handhelds requiring a new 'brand' of mercenary-vigilantism theater (ha).

ESTELLE: You got me an 'alien-invader' chess-set/toy, sonny?
SATAN: I thought you'd miss me (if I leave-town with Danica).

ESTELLE: Marry Danica.

SATAN: I missed you, mother.

ESTELLE: Well, I'll enjoy this, in my retirement community/home, sonny.

SATAN: Alien-chess, mom; it's the new 'rage' in the Homeland (ha).

ESTELLE: Worried about things like terrorism and space-invaders, huh?
SATAN: I'm an offbeat hero-man of the IQ-world of diamonds, mother (hmm).

ESTELLE: Well...thanks for this toy, Mr. Satan (I think).

Amlan Satan reconciled with his retired mom, took Danica to the Eastern school-reunion, and tracked/ID'd the bad-guy of the underworld who was present to 'sully' the diamond-showcase experience for social media and promptly disposed his 'silenced' corpse in the school-building basement furnace/incinerator and offered his special 'GI-Joe' capitalism-race prayers-whisper, "Ashes to ashes..." before convincing his beloved-sweetheart Danica (to whom his 'new' marriage-proposal somehow all seemed more...human) and heading to his new-life of (Brussels) handhelds (for all). That's an American dream/daydream.