City of Demons

"A wind howled across Los Diablos, a darkened skyline betraying the tall, glittering towers of bone and steel that made up the city. Large, winged creatures could be seen flying in the sky, oblivious to all but their own ominous nature. The city was dark, almost always, and had an iridescent green hue to it coming from the windows and lights of the hellish demon city, centerpiece of the demon planet L'naam.

In tall towers, demon lords lurked and monitored their lower classes. Their people, and this city, were thriving on mind control and hypnosis to drown out any opposition to the demonic factories. The obsession with profits, grandeurs, greed, and malice of these evil conspirators as they traversed their way into a new age of slavery and death was infernal.

The demons in Los Diablos lacked self-control. Once thriving demons of happiness and self-pursuit on L'naam, the new city was crushed by the weight of enslavement. The demons were told what to do, by glaring screens, and were directed harshly from one assignment to the next, like set routines. The higher demons controlled the hellscape with eerie propaganda, bombardment of commercial mind-control, and controlled public speakers that were celebrated over the demon horde.

The speakers were looked up to by the demon horde, thought of as the holy and royal, and represented the presence of the demon factories that controlled them. Then they were cast into an abyss of death when their roles were done. The nature of these speakers was ragged and barren, in any real manner, to the decent and average demon horde. And few knew it.

These freakish demons, the speakers, dressed provocatively in tacky and gaudy clothing. They had demon technology hooked into their bodies that made them appear strong, and wore flashy, garish false hairs. All manners of things were done to inundate their image upon the lower demons, for the sake of the looming and evil demon factories.

This also included the absolute butchering of the face and body amidst a horrid and ghastly process to reconstitute the speaker demons afterwards. With surgeries, they were turned and twisted into something new, wretched and unholy. And, seemingly, these butchered and false speakers were beguiling to the lower demons of the city. It made the mind control effective, to manufacture speakers and thrust them upon society in such a brazen fashion and manner. The proles, or poorer, lower demons of the city of Los Diablos, took the horrible illusion gratefully.

The speaker demons were routinely manufactured, and placed into the public eye of Los Diablos, to quell unfriendly thought or sentiment against the new age of evil. They were put in screens, on stages, and given great galas or affairs in the public eye. All to sell a mindset of obedience and contrition to the evil hypnotic factories, and soon rulers of a new age, in Los Diablos.

The dark age was coming. Almost no one could fight back, and the minds of even the strongest demons could not resist the socialism of the hypnotized demon hordes. Harsh accusations of sedition lurked on every street corner, were in every gasp of air. What could stop this horrible death and brutal enslavement but a stronger, darker evil?

The night grew deep and cold, and somewhere, outside the borders of the demon city of Los Diablos and its gleaming, greenish bone towers, a giant, restless eye opened at last."    Short Stories