This route invites you to the gloomy desert of society life. With a torch in your hand, you make your way alone towards a world that already knows you, but that you, on the other hand, will not recognise. This earth that bore you in its bosom already burns in the fire of depravity, in foulness and in corruption. Men took control of it only to waste it and waste themselves with it – your eyes, now cured from their cataract, will see these things.

All along your way, you will amass its dust on your shoes. As wrinkles cross your face, with the passing of disappointments and betrayals, you will discover its fleshes macerated by too much fornication, your eyes carved with cynicism and weariness.

And you shall be one of that kind. Slumped in the greasy pillows of her brothel, sated with pleasure, your soul crumbling away a bit more every time, you will hold a tuft of her hair between your fingers.

You, who has penetrated the world's secrets, who has seen its underground foundations, contemplate this show now invested with that deep feeling about your mission : to belong thoroughly to this world in order to help him loose himself.

The oath you signed with the devil takes you back to earthy life. There, you will end the mediocre life of a Satanist.

Up there, shining through the badly fitted planks of the World's little door, daylight is already burning your eyes.