"Judged by Lead" Season One

Chapter 6: Fool's Redemption

Chapter 6: Fool's Redemption

The cramped forensics lab alcove swallowed me whole, screens flickering with sterile data streams encoding lifeless mathematical simulacra for depravities potent enough to corrode reality at its cosmic grouting. All around blank-eyed acolytes scurried through their designated masques of typed crisis analysis like profane monks chanting hollow sutras before altars of willful delusion.

I processed the necro-alphabetic confirming signatures of those latest fleshmongering atrocities befouling karmic matrices, my mind's eye conjuring immersive visionary dioramas far beyond any slipshod crime scene recreations or stale psychological portraiture. Deeper, more pregnant with metaphysical insight into these transgressors' fundamental ontological subversions against existence's ethical quantum states.

Momentary flashes of daimonic impression burst like hellfire phosphenes with each new obscenity ingested, revealing more granulated facets of their true soulvoid essences gestating within this world's basal womb. Glitches of thought hitching across my gnosis uplinks as data streams forcibly reconfigured themselves in ways only I processed on levels outside clock-time's domain.

Two cancers embarked upon a cataclysmic merger across the city's psychotropic ley lines. Metastasizing tumorous ego-shadow masses through diffused clouds of Brownian cruelty wafting between their respective loci. Coupled thermal trails of dehumanized thanatopsis dreaming themselves towards a philosophic singularity of unmitigated nightfall. 

Beneath their wounded artifice of malignant individuation, I glimpsed one singular pathogenic essence splintering across neighborhoods like some digitally rendered virus scattering replicant payloads. Looking for maximum dispersal channels to infect and corrode most efficiently whatever innocence still survived within blast radii of their profane messianic spread.

It waged campaigns as dedicated to sullying purity as any cataclysmic jihad or holy anathematic purge of virtue. A terminal Vaisravanic anti-philosophy dissolving ethical sedimentary strata back into the abysmal primoridial miasma of precosmic chaos preceding the ineffable dawnbirth of life itself.

And these vacuous solists embarked on concentric node coreographies were but perverse vanguard invocators casting binding principles aside to allow that unnameable deconstruction to proceed unimpeded across entire reality shards. Breaching every final safe redoubt of innocence and ontological sanctuary in anarchic waves of absolute materialist subjugation.

That was the cosmic diagnosis I hammered out from data profiles no technology could render outside my bespoke insight and esoteric conduits of veiled gnosis. Not the tidy academic boxes of quantized forensics or iterative statistical regression analyses granting fictional illusions of containment to plague spread accelerating outside their clinically quarantined jurisdictions.

This harsh truth comprised part of the unbearable weight balanced nightly upon the Redeemer's burdened archonic role as the world's ultimate fire break against terminal pandemics of spiritualized lawlessness. To perceive every ripple of ruinous carrion moths gestated by layers of incrementally normalized moral relativism – then crystallize their leprosy and counter through ontological contrition and healing surgery before whole tiers of manifold celestial architectures became permanently compromised.

My soul burned with a seething furnace tempering the will required to withstand conversing daily within that sick vortex of psychosocial asphyxiation slowly strangling civic vibrancy across every populace exposed to creeping rot-tides of generational depravity. To suppress howling tempests of horror at those grotesque peripherals now filtering through data hazes in pellucid successives.

For every filter stream I gleaned more disturbing granular intimacies regarding ritual indulgences enacted by that viperheart dyad across multiple sacrifice sites. Their growing intimacies with vitriol – not in any high-minded cultivation of majesty or dignity in kill's artistry, but pure hatred towards the very concept of a persisting natural order outside their metastasized egress orbitals.