Gargoyle Supremacy-Chapter 44: I Go on a Date with a Grim Reaper

In an instant, Carn’s body shimmered, transforming into a radiant gold gargoyle. Before Fleur’s blade reached him, he teleported behind her, seizing her by the neck with a grip that pulsed with divine energy.

Carn’s golden form radiated holy power, a product of merging his gold and silver marks, which was a transformation designed to counter both the undead and ethereal beings. Fleur, a wraith vulnerable to such power, writhed in his grasp, unable to break free.

His grip tightened. Carn growled in a low and menacing voice. "Give me one good reason to spare you. Otherwise, I’ll drain every last drop of your Aether and deal with the undead legions myself."

Fleur froze. Her spectral form trembled for several reasons.

First, while Carn might have appeared weaker in this world, his absurd transformation abilities and near-instantaneous teleportation remained intact. Secondly, she had underestimated his capacity to blend Aether with Holy power, which was the unique combination that Carn had developed specifically to counter entities like her and the undead legions.

Even in his supposed weakest state, Carn remained her natural bane, a predator to her existence. But her immediate concern wasn’t his strength.

It was his words.

"What undead legions?" she murmured in confusion. Fleur had been convinced that the Lich King and his undead armies had been annihilated by Carn and the Kirin Dragoons long ago.

Carn, however, had no interest in clarifying her doubts nor did he intend to ally with an untrustworthy reaper, who had just threatened to kill his parents. Without hesitation, he began injecting holy power into her ethereal body.

Fleur let out a blood-curdling scream as her shadowy form briefly turned golden in the darkness. Desperate to escape, she disintegrated into smoke and fled into the night, attempting to regain her footing.

But she had forgotten one crucial detail—Carn’s specialties.

In an instant, Carn teleported, intercepting her in the backyard. He slammed her invisible form to the ground with a force that shook the earth.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

The screech was so loud it reverberated across the neighborhood. Alarmed by the noise and fearing unwanted attention, Carn teleported again, dragging the grim reaper with him.

They reappeared a kilometer away, atop the canopy of a gas station. The station had been closed due to the ECD lockdown, and nobody was around. Its convenience store’s lights were off. Only the dim orange glow of streetlights illuminated the main road.

Holding Fleur firmly in his grasp, Carn withdrew the Holy power he had injected, halting its purification effects. His frown deepened as he observed her deteriorated state, which was far weaker than he had anticipated.

The grim reaper demon lord had once been far more formidable. She was a feared entity capable of summoning countless wraiths and Aether spirits with nothing more than a thought. Renowned across realms, she was infamous for her seemingly limitless reserves of Aether and the devastation she could unleash with it.

Carn suspected that something significant must have occurred to her after the day he and his nemesis, Ariel, perished together. Back then, many demon lords still roamed the realms, and they might hold answers about what transpired in the aftermath of their fateful clash.

In addition, Fleur’s presence reminded Carn of the prophecy etched into his memories:

[Join with those who dwell in shade:

The Soul Catcher, sealing death’s gate.]

The "death’s gate" mentioned might very well refer to the dimensional cracks and rifts that had plagued this world. Fleur, for all her treachery, might prove useful in sealing them.

But Carn had no intention of trusting her.

Determined, he injected a holy mark into her form, binding her. Then, without warning, he began extracting Aether from her ethereal body, funneling it into his own.

Silver threads of Aether surged from Fleur into Carn’s left arm, materializing as glowing silver marks that spiraled around his forearm.

100 marks… 200… 500… and counting!

Carn smirked at the sheer efficiency. This method was far faster than hunting skinwalkers, doppelgangers, or rogue criminals. With every mark, his strength inched closer to what it had been during his days as a trainee gargoyle.

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Fleur thrashed, sensing the Aether drain, and shrieked in rage. "PEBBLE, YOU DESPICABLE TRAITOR! HOW DARE YOU BREAK AETHER LAWS?!"

"Breaking the laws or not, you brought this upon yourself, damn wench!" Carn growled, injecting another surge of Holy power into her.

The flow of Aether intensified. Fleur’s screams echoed into the empty night as more of her essence was siphoned away. Her shadowy form weakened further, and her robes began to disintegrate as she lost the energy to maintain her existence.

750 marks… 1,000… 1,250…

The extraction ended at 1,440 silver marks. While it wasn’t the pinnacle of his former strength, it was sufficient for intermediate spells and far more power than he had wielded since arriving in this world.

With her Aether nearly depleted, Fleur’s form collapsed, and her robes unraveled into black dust. Though weakened to the brink of annihilation, her eyes glowed defiantly.

"You may have drained me, but I’ll never die! As long as vengeful spirits exist, I’ll return! Mark my words, traitor! I’ve already memorized your parents. I’m come back and kill them first!"

Carn scoffed, unimpressed by her threats.

Pulling a stray penny coin from the canopy, which had been discarded by a crow or a bird, he imbued it with a Holy mark. His voice rang with authority as he chanted a sealing spell.

"You’re not going anywhere. Submit yourselves therefore to God… SEAL!"

The coin turned gold and ascended into the air, spinning rapidly. A powerful vacuum force erupted from it, drawing in the remnants of Fleur’s black dust, her consciousness, and even her soul.

The torrent of energy lasted mere seconds before the gold coin dropped back to the canopy, clinking softly against the metal.

Carn picked it up and smirked. With a flick of his wrist, he tucked the coin into his wallet.

"You’re useful, but only when you’re quiet."

Without another glance at the desolate gas station, he teleported back home.