[Event!01] Corruption
"There is something terribly wrong here."
Jonathan wasn't feeling quite himself. The announcement that had crackled throughout the city earlier had him worried, not to mention the sudden changes in the surrounding area. He'd been just leaving his home, only to barely escape the reaching vines of various plants in the elevator. The ride up felt like it took forever. The elevator grew more stuffy and crowding by the second. Jonathan felt feverish, his head throbbed as if his heartbeat was in his head.
"What is Ḥ̼̼̭̰̟̤̊a͖̼̩̮̯̚ppening? My hͥ͒̿͊e̩͕͢a̻͓̗͕̳ͪ͒̋̽̓̾͂d̜͚̻̤̽̈-- "
It was as if the entire elevator had stopped now,
Glitch- Ǧ͓͖̠̈́̿̋ͬ̂́l͙̥̯̥̲̞̉ͦͪͮ̔i̦̦̥͗ͪẗ͉̜̤͉͎̬̗́̇c̾ͨ̽ͥh̥͉͎̻͎̋̓-͖̹̟ͥ͆͑̑̂̓͢
He could faintly see it in the reflection of the closed doors. It wasn't the elevator glitching, it was him. Feathers in his hair, coming from his back -- were those wings.
Ǧ͓͖̠̈́̿̋ͬ̂́l͙̥̯̥̲̞̉ͦͪͮ̔i̦̦̥͗ͪẗ͉̜̤͉͎̬̗́̇c̾ͨ̽ͥh̥͉͎̻͎̋̓-͖̹̟ͥ͆͑̑̂̓͢
Of course they were. What else would they be? His form was incomplete, but it seemed in this current state there was nothing more that could be done. He would have to clean out the corrupted filth suppressing his holy form. Suddenly it seemed as if the doors opened, or had they been opened this whole time, simply waiting for him to realize it. He stepped out into the cooler air up top, the flickering image of wings stretching out from his back as a look of almost bliss seemed to come to his face.
Outside was nice, outside was w͕̤̲̫͒r̢̠̗̹̝o̽͑ͬ͂̅͢nͦ̿́̀̾̐ğ̸̜̣̮͗. It was all w͕̤̲̫͒r̢̠̗̹̝o̽͑ͬ͂̅͢nͦ̿́̀̾̐ğ̸̜̣̮͗ and c̴̱̈́̿͑o̫̹͓͙̬̣̾̒̂̆̅ṙ̦͈̘̮͂ͪ͘r̸̲͕̪͉ͬ̓͋̍͌ͬͅu̲̖̱̪̫̮̿̂̇͊͋p͑͗҉̝̪̙t̊̃̿͌̐͏e̹̤̞̠̜̊͑͒d̼͕̦͙͎̘ͤ̓̿̏͜. Why had he not seen all this filth earlier? All these sinners and unclean ones. They must be judged in the name of the lord and cleansed, wiped out. He had to find those who walked in the light of God and protect them form the taint of Lucifer.
"̩̙͙̞̮̼I̖͆ͬ̓ͫ ̣̯͎͙͚ͅả̟͖̖̯ͪ̋m͙͂ͭ̐ͬͯ͐ ͕̬͕̠̐̾̄t̩̹̣̳͖̻ͫͪ̍h̔̍̽̉͌̽̒e̪̳ͨ͌̎ͪ͌̓ͅ ͕̖̫̺̼̮͒ͯ͂ͨͅḼ̢ợ͚͚̞̾̆ͦͧr̷͇̠̺̋̐̓̃d̦̤̮̫͌̑̎'̦̹̲ͨ̄͂̇ͤs̟͍̳̯̓̿͜ ͕͈̮c̡͕̄͒͊͊̆h̰̥̳̗͒͑͊͑̄̉̕ͅa͌́̔ͬr̶͎̝͕̭̼̝̮ͭi̢̗̠̲̔̌̇͛̇̑o̴̼̤̬̘̥̗t̳̟̖̫̮́̌̽̓ͮͤ,̣ͭ̈́͢ ̶̬ͣ̒ͬ͂ͫ̈́̚ą̫̣̗̖ͭ̑́͑n̪̺̓ͪͧ̔̕d̠͙̝͖̩̟͌ ͊̑̂̃̾́I̯͈̣͗͌ͬ͆͡ ͛͑̎̉҉̯̫̼w̱͍̙̎̆ͬ̾ͯͯ̚ī̼̥̥̈́̅ͯ̌ͤl̩̝͍̳͓ĺ͍̻̗̈̽̍ͅ ̻̫̞͛͞c̏͊̍̎҉̲̱l̞͇̰̫̟̩͐͋́ͪ̾e̡͔̦̺͍͓͈͈̋̇̓ͪ͐ͭ̏a͈̝̦͓̙̝̯ͧͬͧ̆̑͝n̖ͪ̊͂̔s̸͖̮͈̱̦̫̙e̠̾̾̃ͧ ͬ̒̓̏̌҉̩̜̦͔̖̯̩ṯ̥͍̖̺́̄ͩ̈́̅h̭ͪ̄̎̑̾̏iͧ̆ͫ͊ͮ͢s͛ͣͨ ̟̑̈́͟pͦ͞í̸̳͉͍̻̀͂͌̆t̠̞ͩ̒͑̈́͐ͭi̍̂̈́̇f̱̊ͯͦu͑̄̋́̎͒͞l͎̾ͥ ̽͂́̍̕w̼̎̆ô̧̫̣̬̾̌͊r̨͓̜̤͈̔l̩̊͒̒ͨͅd̦̮̙̂ͦ̀̒̎.͈̓ͣ͂͝"̋͏̹̞̳͙͇ͅ