Title: The Devil's Motor - A Fantasy
Author: Corelli, Marie
Language: English
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                                  The
                                DEVIL’S
                                 MOTOR


                             A Fantasy by
                             MARIE CORELLI

                              Illustrated
                                  by
                            ARTHUR SEVERN,
                                 R.I.

                          Hodder & Stoughton

                 [Illustration: title-page decoration]



                                  The
                             DEVIL’S MOTOR

                               A FANTASY

In the dead midnight, at that supreme moment when the Hours that are
past slip away from the grasp of the Hours yet to be, there came
rushing between Earth and Heaven the sound of giant wheels,—the glare
of great lights,—the stench and the muffled roar of a huge Car, tearing
at full speed along the pale line dividing the Darkness from the Dawn.

And he who stood within the Car, steering it straight onward, was
clothed in black and crowned with fire; large bat-like wings flared out
on either side of him in woven webs of smoke and flame, and his face
was white as bleached bone. Like glowing embers his eyes burned in
their cavernous sockets, shedding terrific glances through star-strewn
space,—and on his thin lips there was a frozen shadow of a smile more
cruel than hate,—more deadly than despair.

“On!” he cried—“Still on! On with an endless rush and roar! Over the
plains of the world that is gone,—over the heights of the world to
come—on, still on! Without pause, without pity, without love, without
regret! Follow me, all ye Forces which are destined to work the ruin of
Mankind,—follow! On, on, over all beauty, all tenderness, all truth I
ride,—I, the Avenger, the Destroyer, the Torturer of Souls, the
Arch-enemy of God! The Kingdom of Hell grows wide and deep,—praise be
to Man who makes it! I count up my growing possessions in the
ever-breeding spawn of human lust and avarice,—I breathe and live and
rejoice in the poison-vapours of human Selfishness! The men of these
latter days are my food and sustenance,—the women my choice morsels, my
dainty delicates! Brute beasts and blind, they snatch at every lie I
offer them;—rejecting Eternal Life, they choose Eternal Death,—verily
they shall have their reward! Like a blight my Spirit shall encompass
them!—and whosoever would scour the air and scorch the earth must run
on the straight road of his desire with Me!”

The great Car flashed along with grinding, thunderous wheels, and as it
flew, vast Phantom-forms followed it, like rolling clouds jagged with
the lightning,—the fairness of the world grew black, and sulphureous
flames quenched all sweetness from the air.

[Illustration: A huge Car, tearing at full speed along the pale line
dividing the Darkness from the Dawn....]

The forests dropped like broken reeds,—the mountains crumbled into pits
and quarries, the seas and rivers, the lakes and waterfalls dried up
into black and muddy waters, and all the land was bereft of beauty. In
the place of wholesome green fields and leafy woods, there rose up
gigantic cities, built in on every side, and bristling with thousands
upon thousands of chimneys belching forth sickening smoke into the
overhanging gloom which hid the skies; and the cities were full of a
deafening noise and crashing confusion as of ten million hammers
beating incessantly—beating away all peace, all solitude, all health,
all rest.

On,—on, and into these countless prisons of stone and mortar the Demon
of the Car swept vast and ever-hurrying crowds of human beings, with
the furious force of a mighty whirlwind sweeping dead leaves into the
sea.

“No room to breathe—no time to think—no good to serve!” he cried—“Now
shall you forget that God exists! Now shall you all have your own wild
way, for Your way is My way! Now shall you resolve yourselves back to
an embryo of worms and apes, and none shall rescue you, no, not one!
For the Seven Angels of the Judgment Day are sounding their trumpets of
terror, and who shall silence their Voices, or stay the thunderings and
lightnings, or the great earthquake?

“Hail and fire!—and the trees, and the green grass burnt up and
destroyed!—the sun and the moon, the day and the night smitten into one
blackness! We will have no more virtues!—no more hopes of Heaven!
Honour shall be as a rag on a fool’s back, and Gold shall be the pulse
of Life! Gold, gold, gold! Fight for it, steal it!—pile it up, hoard
it, count it, hug it, eat it, sleep with it, die with it! Lo, I give it
to you in millions, packed down and pressed together in full &
overflowing measure—I scatter it among you even as a destroying rain!

“Build with it, buy with it, gamble with it, sell your souls and bodies
for it,—there are devils enough in Hell to drive all your bargains!
Sneer at truth, defeat justice, snatch virtue’s mask to cover vice,
drug conscience, feed and fatten yourselves with the lusts of animalism
till the cancer of sin makes of you a putrefaction and an open sore in
the sight of the sun! Come, learn from me such wisdom as shall compass
your own destruction! Unto you shall be unlocked the under-mysteries of
Nature, and the secrets of the upper air,—you shall bend the lightning
to your service, and the lightning shall slay!—you shall hollow out the
ground and delve a swift road through it for yourselves in fancied
proud security, and the earth shall crumble in upon you as a grave, and
the cities you have built shall crush you in their falling!—you shall
seek to bind the winds, and sail the skies, and Death shall wait for
you in the clouds, and exult in your downfall! Come, tie your pigmy
chariots to the sun, and so be drawn into its flaming vortex of
perdition! All Creation shall rejoice to be cleansed from the pollution
of your presence, for God hath sworn to give unto Me all who reject
Him, and the Hour of the Gift has come!”

[Illustration: The ripple of the sweet waters of refreshment, the
murmur of cool grasses waving in the fields of peace.]

Still faster flew the Car,—red meteors flashed in its course—and the
Phantom shapes which followed its flight crowded together in an
ever-thickening, ever-darkening multitude, while bright stars were
shaken down from heaven like snowflakes whirling in a winter blast.
And, mingling with the grinding roar of its wheels came other
sounds,—sounds of fierce laughter and loud cursing,—yells and shrieks
and groans of torture,—the screams of the suffering, the sobs of the
dying,—and as the Fiend drove on with swiftly quickening fury, men and
women and little children were trampled down one upon another and
killed in their thousands, and the Car was splashed thick with human
blood. And He who was clothed in black and crowned with fire, shouted
exultingly as He dashed along over massacred heaps of dead nations and
the broken remnants of thrones.

“Progress and speed!” he cried—“Rush on, world, with me!—rush on! There
is but one End—hasten we to reach it! No halt by the way to gather the
flowers of thought,—the fruits of feeling—no pause for a lifting of the
eyes to the wide firmament, where millions of spheres, more beautiful
than this which men make wretched, sail on their courses like fair
ships bound for God’s golden harbours! No time to listen to the singing
of the birds of hope, the ripple of the sweet waters of refreshment,
the murmur of cool grasses waving in the field of peace;—no time, no
stop,—no lull for quiet breathing,—on!—for ever on!”

“Up and ride with me all ye who would reach the goal! Come, ye fools of
avarice! Come, ye blown and bursting windbags of world’s conceit and
vain pretension! Come, ye greedy maws of gluttony—ye human pottles of
drink,—ye wolves of vice! Come, ye shameless women of lusts and lies
and vanities! Come, false hearts and treacherous tongues and painted
faces!—come, dear demons all, and ride with me! Come, ye pretenders to
holiness—ye thieves of virtue, who give ‘charity’ to the poor with the
right hand, and cheat your neighbour with the left! Come, ye gamblers
with a Nation’s honour, stake your last throw! Come, all ye morphia-fed
vampires and slaves to poison!—grasp at my wheels and cling! On—on—over
the fragments of mighty Empires,—over the hearts of kings and
queens,—over the lives of the brave, the good and the wise!—trample
them all down and crush them into dust and ashes! What shall we do with
wisdom, we who have done with God? What with purity?—what with courage?
Naught are these but reproach and bitterness—mere obstacles in the road
way which leadeth to destruction;—ride them down! On—on! to the
destined end!—on with rush and hurry and panting eagerness to reach the
only goal—the last of winning-posts—the close of Certainties,—the
GRAVE!”

Like a flashing blur of fiery wheels the Car now spun along in the
blackness of the night, and the drifting Phantoms round about it were
as great grey sails swelling with the angry blast, and sweeping it
onward through the dark.

“Pray no more—hope no more—love no more!” cried the Fiend. “Be as the
shifting sands, or as the trembling quicksilver—inconstant,
capricious,—ever in motion, never at rest! Change—change and revolt!
All ye who weary of old things, behold I give you new! Bodies shall be
pampered and souls killed for your pleasure;—foulest vices shall be
called merely “sensations,”—each to be tried, excused and condemned in
turn,—and virtues shall have no more place at all in the scale of
feeling! The music of life shall clash into wild discord—the love of
home shall be a lost glory,—tenderness for the young, and reverence for
the old, shall be the faded sentiments of the past, only fit for a
mummer’s jest! Change—change and sensation! Roll out your columns of
vaporous notoriety, ye printing-presses of the world!—spread wide the
fame of the Anarchist and the Courtesan,—mock and revile the spirits of
the wise and true,—noise abroad the name of the Murderer, and treat the
Poet with derision—give flattery to the rich and scorn to the
humble,—teach nothing but the art of lying,—add venom to the tongue of
scandal,—dig up the graves of the great, and kill the reputations of
the brave and pure!”

“Help nothing on that is noble—nothing that is honest,—nothing that is
of God, or for God,—print every lie, grudge every truth, and let your
trumpet-note be that of blatant Atheism and Devilry to the end! Set
trade against trade,—community against community,—nation against
nation,—until with your windy bombast and senseless twaddle you fill
your witches’ cauldron of mischief and contention to the full! Up and
ride with me, ye Plotters against Peace!—ye whose hands are against
every man!—there is no time to be lost—up and away with a rush and a
roar!—for the Great Star has fallen from Heaven to Earth, and to Him is
given the key of the bottomless pit! The pit is open—the gate stands
wide—up, and speed on with Me!”

[Illustration: By this light was seen a monstrous ridge of dense
blackness jutting sharply over some vast incalculable depth of horror.]

Like lightning now the great Car tore through space—its flaring lamps
flashing, its wheels grinding with the sullen noise of a bursting
volcano,—and amidst cries and shrieks indescribable, it leaped, as it
were, from peak to peak of toppling clouds that towered above and
around it like mighty mountains. And presently it seemed as if a thin,
pale line of purple fire glimmered afar off, and by this light was seen
a monstrous ridge of dense blackness jutting sharply over some vast
incalculable depth of horror. On—still on—the Car rushed; and He of the
sable robes and flaming crown urged apace its reckless speed with wild
shouts of wilder laughter.

“All the world in such haste to die!” he cried. “All the world gone mad
with the craze of movement! Up in the air, down on the earth—all turned
to whirling, flying, tossing atoms of dust in a storm, and lo, the End!
Be patient now, for ye shall never wander again!—be silent now, for
prayer and cursing, laughter and tears are done!—let the hoarded gold
drop from your grasp—it can purchase nothing yonder! Was it worth while
think you,—this rush headlong, to be cast into silence?”

[Illustration: “Rejoice, O trees, that the axe of the destroyer shall
no more cast ye down!”]

“Was it worth while to leave the sunshine for this dark?—beauty for
this decay?—sweet sounds of love and tenderness for this still glow of
the eternal flame which is not quenched—this gnawing of the eternal
worm whose appetite is never satisfied? Lo, ye have burnt up a world to
light Hell with its flame!—but the world shall blossom again like a
flower springing from the dust and ye whose soulless lives have been a
curse and an outrage on its fairness, shall pace its pleasant paths no
more!

“Rejoice, O earth!—rejoice, O sea!—to be freed of the burden of
Mankind! Rejoice, O birds, that the hand of the spoiler shall no longer
wound or slay!—rejoice, O trees, that the axe of the destroyer shall no
more cast ye down!—rejoice, O all ye living creatures of the field and
forest, that Treachery no longer stalks the world in man’s disguise!
Take back thy planet, O great God, cleansed of a pigmy race! Create a
new Humanity!—for this is past!”

[Illustration: Like a vast Shadow between Earth and Heaven the Demon
stood....]

On—on,—along the black ridge jutting darkly over silent Immensity, with
a whirl of fire and roar of thunder the Car flew,—and then—as if for
one brief breathing part of a second it paused!

Like a vast Shadow between Earth and Heaven the Demon stood—his bony
hand on the steering-wheel—and every point in his flaming crown
scintillating with the sparkle of a million stars. Round about him
soared and stooped countless terrific Phantom-shapes—some like wrecked
ships—some like torn flags of honour—some like mounted warriors—some
like throned kings—some like fair women veiled in a mist of tears,—and
beneath his bat-like pinions, outstretched to north and south, there
glimmered a pale crowd of white faces, upturned wild eyes and imploring
hands—all crushed together in a writhing mass of agony! But no sound
came from those dumb mouths agape with terror,—all were silent as Death
itself, and only the thunderous roar of the Car echoed through space,
as after that infinitely brief pause, it dashed furiously onward and
down!—down,—down sheer over the edge of that mystic precipice into the
fathomless abyss of the Unseen and Unknown!

[Illustration: A scarlet sun rose slowly, fixing the red seal of God on
the closed history of a world.]

A thousand lightnings leaped after it—a thousand crashing echoes
vibrated through the Universe with its fall,—one frightful human cry
shuddered up to Heaven,—and then—silence.

Gradually, gently, and by faint degrees, a glimmer of pale gold divided
the darkness with the wavering rise of dawn—a cool wind parted the air
into sweet breaths of fragrance—and in the centre of the awful
stillness a scarlet sun rose slowly, fixing the red seal of God on the
closed history of a world!



                     Printed in the City of London
                        by the Edinburgh Press



                           Transcriber’s Note

Archaic and non-standard spellings (e.g. “sulphureous”, “pigmy”) have
been retained.

Some minor changes have been made to the original text, in order to fix
typographical errors, and illustrations that were originally placed in
the middle of a paragraph have been moved to the end of that paragraph,
to make the layout more suitable for e-books. These changes are listed
below. Because the original book has no page numbers, the changes are
listed according to the first two words of the paragraph where the
change was made.

In the original text, the caption always preceded the illustration.
Here, the caption has been moved below the illustration.

In some cases (noted below), a missing left double quote (“) has been
added to the beginning of the paragraph.

Paragraph starting =“On!” he cried=: Added missing left double quote
(“) at the beginning of the paragraph.

Paragraph starting =The great=: Added missing period at the end of the
paragraph.

Paragraph starting =Hail and=: Added missing left double quote (“) at
the beginning of the paragraph.

Paragraph starting =Build with=: Added missing left double quote (“) at
the beginning of the paragraph. In the middle of the paragraph, there
is a line starting “Unto you”, which has been interpreted as being a
continuation of the same paragraph rather than the beginning of a new
paragraph.

Paragraph starting =Progress and=: Added missing left double quote (“)
at the beginning of the paragraph.

Paragraph starting =Pray no=: The word “sensations” in the middle of
this paragraph is surrounded by double quotes; by convention, it should
be in single quotes, since it is nested inside another quote. The
double quotes have been retained, to match the original text.

Paragraph starting =Help nothing=: Added missing left double quote (“)
at the beginning of the paragraph. Moved the mid-paragraph illustration
to the end of the paragraph.

Illustration caption starting =Rejoice, O=: Replaced period after
‘Rejoice’ by comma.

Paragraph starting =Rejoice, O=: Added missing left double quote (“) at
the beginning of the paragraph.

Paragraph starting =Like a=: Moved the mid-paragraph illustration to
the end of the paragraph.





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