The
Demon called the Pale Lords' Man. “It's time to me to grow”, the
Demon said. “Make the ground ready for my growth.” And the Pale
Lords' Man left to do it abiding with the Demons request. The Mighty
of other nations were coaxed with promises of future power if they
brought their wealth to the Metropolis; men of genius who were born
in other lands were lured with great rewards to put their genius at
the Metropolis service. Riches and inventiveness were drained from
the near nations. New labour masses were deported to the Metropolis:
attracted by the promise of a better life, they ended up in a place
they couldn't leave. And the Demon began to build a shell to grow in.
Metallic
arms erupted from the ground, trying to grab the sky. New
excrescences outgrew from the dying land, hyperplasias shining in the
sun, frigid shapes swallowing every day new servants, sent to satiate
the Demon. Worn out faces, blank eyes, confused minds and hardened
hearts: there was nothing else in the Metropolis streets. Fake
laughs, voice made thick by the alcohol, animal copulas were all the
Demon's servants could experiencing during their life no-life. The
spirit eroded and consumed, day by day till the most inner itself,
people let themselves to die, disappeared, troubled they went back to
their homelands, leaving room for new modern slaves.
In
the underground, the Demon laughed, a demented and evil cachinnation,
starting to expand its body towards the sky, filling progressively
all the new shells which grew more and more in high. The men
perceived its presence, but they didn't understand what it was. More
and more people withdrew in themselves, distanced themselves from
other people, spending all their free time inside accommodations more
similar to dens than to man homes. The Demon's influence, step by
step, deprived the men of their ability to communicate, to manifest
their sentiments. Penned in ghettos nobody talked anymore to who had
different origins, to who was of a different look, to who spoke a
different tongue even if saying the same things. Any interest was
slowly consumed and was lost, leaving room just for the most
animal-like instincts and the mechanical routine the Pale Lords
imposed: eat, work, sleep, repeat. Less and lesser cared about the
place they lived in and of who lived with them. The filth accumulated
on the roads: who was paid to pick it up was sacrificed to the Demon
and replaced with predators more apt to snatch money from people,
because the Demon growth requested great expenses. Disagreements and
grudges simmered under the surface: the Pale lords enacted laws to
forbid the expression of people own feelings. Life in the Metropolis
became harder: the wages were decreased so that employers could hire
more labourers. Profits were not enough: the youth were persuaded to
work for no money but just to gain experience, an experience useless
the very next day. The worst perversions established among people:
drugs, alcohol, violences and sex with children and the authorities
turned in an other direction, because all of it made the Demon
stronger.
The
Demon laughed and now its laugh didn't resounded just in the tunnels
piercing the Metropolis underground. Now it was audible even in the
air, taken far from the wind. The pale Lords' Man, brought to
distraction by the Demon, ruled that the Metropolis had to grow even
more, to climb to the sky and cover all the lands. Made greed by the
Demon, he promised to the Mighty of other nations the land and his
own people's children. The Mighty came, bought the most beautiful
places of the Metropolis, then they turned their desire to everything
their eyes fell upon. The Pale Lords' Man ruled that the Metropolis
had to be rid of any individual not useful to the aim, that the
servants had to live out of the city's boundaries where they worked,
so as to leave it just for the rich and powerful people of the Earth.
“Chased away all the useless ones”, the Demon said. “Deport
them to the neglected lands under the grey northern skies. Build
homes for my servants out of my sight, and dig a tunnel to link their
houses with the building sites to let them coming everyday to serve
me, crawling like the worms they are. And when the time will be ripe
I will grow along that tunnel, to creep up on them in their own homes
and to devour their children's heart and soul while they sleep in
their beds.”
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