A religion needs a miracle to start, and once it has started, it's very hard to stop, In fact, no religion that started with even a small kind of miracle has ever been able to be completely stopped. It becomes like fire in the mind.
The human mind is thirsty for an easy way out, a reachable goal that can be achieved by performing easy rituals that qualify you for an eternal life with infinite love and fulfilled desires. And that’s the promises of our new Messiah. Through him, we will control the populations of the world with ease. We could create revolutions at will. And even if the rulers opt for trying to control the new believers, they will weaken themselves more than the oppressed believers, as the more they oppress, the more they confirm our narrative. It’s the classic narrative of the god-saviour, the god that cares about the poor and the weak, and his promise of a victory against the sinners' oppressors. History taught us that everyone could be a believer.
Even the rulers will convert to our new god. Fearing a final uprising, they will prefer to play the game and stay in power. It did happen before to the biggest empire on Earth, and it will happen again. The beauty, or let's say the ugliness of a religion is the believer itself. With his limited intellect, we could push him to do incredible things for our god. And nothing can defeat a “true believer.” He has the courage to go beyond his instinct, and even killing himself for an idea. he is an unstoppable force.
Saying that does not mean that we will plan a full campaign from the start. We will start small so as not to attract attention, and we will test the best religious combinations on various groups of people before we go wild. And to be honest, our Service has already identified a target at ManFirst.
The meeting ended brutally like this every time. I quickly woke up, looked out at the balcony, but Konu wasn’t there…
Chapter 8
The Royalties, The Rotanios
“The oppressors can only control the physical world, the spiritual one is way beyond their reaching” unknown master.
T he fireplace is emitting a warm light, illuminating the private, royal saloon faintly. On the 50th and last floor of the royal palace, the Emperor uses this place only for his first circle. It creates a nice, fraternal atmosphere through the coziness of the very artistic design. I really like the unusual art in this saloon. The ornaments and paintings perfectly match one another. It is a true masterpiece, in my opinion, by the court's best artist, Tino Togari.
Tino perfectly projected Oris’ thoughts, as he wanted this place to be a unique space where thoughts meet decisions. Too bad Tino was a rebel tormented by the Amians’ ideas of freedom, not aware of their true character. Oris executed him personally. He said that he liked him so much that he couldn’t let him go at the hands of a stranger. Anyway, through the saloon and via a nice opening to the garden, we could see Rinafor, our amazing capital, as we usually finish the meetings there with a final cocktail.
Forty years ago, a seven-year-old boy was already one of the most powerful human beings ever. He was the emperor of the biggest territorial nation in the world. When counting all the islands and the newly, self-claimed South Pole, our empire covers all the time zones. Our main territory is in the Southern Hemisphere, comprised of a huge continent shared to the north with the Bamos Empire.
The kid was nicknamed “The Playful,” a new hope for the empire in chaos and decline. As every Rotanios citizen imagined himself to be part of the royal boy, he gave joy to the people and faith that a new era will soon emerge, an era of freedom and compassion, peace and prosperity. A deep change would arise through the new emperor for the well-deserved people that suffered all their lives and for the difficult lives of their ancestors. All this was the promise anticipated in the name of the empire and the royal family.
That never happened, of course. The people had no grasp of their reality, the reality that the Rotanios Empire was and will always be in a constant decline. It’s a form of governance that only the top politicians and economics understand. We are the only empire that is still completely functioning through an emperor and a royal family, which keeps it in constant decline, in a constant state of emergency, waging a constant war against a constant enemy, experiencing a constant economic crisis, suffering constant repression, and constantly begging for imperial mercy. Therefore, in this infernal dive, the emperor is and will be always the savior, the liberator, the protector, the guardian, the hero, and the friend in need – as without a crisis, there is no need for a deliverer.
This old strategy was updated and re-instituted by me. Back then, I was in my thirties. The royal family hired me after the release of my book about crowd sociology, The Big Dreamer. I was young, thirsty for recognition and power. I realized that nature is predatory at an early age, and only the dreamers and the cowards think the opposite. Now married to a duchess, my descendants will have the royal blood, and their future is guaranteed. That is my duty as a father, and I did it as perfectly as possible.
I instructed the royal kid on the concept of suffering. I implanted this belief in his soul at an early age, the
