Gargoyle Supremacy-Chapter 55: I Hate Humans, I Hate Angels, and I Hate Myself

The explosion had sent waves of alarm through the neighborhood, and the once-quiet street was now alive with chaos. Police and ambulance sirens echoed around the crash site, and their lights flashed. Residents peeked through their windows while the occasional sound of a camera phone clicking punctuated the tension.

Carn remained in his gargoyle statue form in the wreckage of the house’s master bedroom. His unblinking eyes stared at the terrified couple, who were frozen in their bed. After a tense moment, they screamed, bolted out of the room, and exited their house.

With the room now empty, Carn sighed. In this form, he could teleport freely without using Aether as long as no one was looking. He remained motionless, scanning the perimeter with supernatural senses, searching for any sign of Arthur or the other agents.

His thoughts were still clouded in emotions and anger.

"Screw the ECD! Screw their prophecy about working together! I’ll fend off the undead legion myself if I have to! And if humanity fails, I’ll turn my parents into gargoyles and leave this world through the rift. Let them deal with their doom!"

Great power comes great responsibility?

Bullshit!

If the entire country sought to brand his family as enemies, then perhaps the country no longer deserved his protection. Carn’s resolve hardened, and his rage surged.

Minutes passed, and the sound of another helicopter grew louder. At the same time, armed vehicles and pickup trucks swarmed the area. The house’s perimeter was quickly surrounded by agents and hunters.

Carn realized the fleeing couple must have informed the authorities.

From his motionless state, Carn observed the newcomers. Augmented soldiers clad in advanced armor and cybernetic enhancements took a position, surrounding the house. As his senses scanned them, he searched for any sign of corruption, Aether haze, or anything that could justify his killing.

But they were clean. Every agent present was a professional soldier, dedicated to their cause and untainted by moral degradation. No Aether spirit or vengeful spirit haunted them either.

Carn clicked his tongue, "Annoying pawns."

The desire for vengeance and destruction stirred within him. But as he considered unleashing his wrath, a sudden movement in his holy marks made him pause.

The gold marks that had become one with his skin churned, and their radiant faded as if they were warning him.

Carn flinched, glancing down at his arm, where the marks seemed to writhe like living entities.

The spirits of the helicopter’s fallen occupants emerged around him. These vengeful figures cloaked in sorrow and anger, looming over Carn and reminding him of the innocent lives that he had taken.

His holy power stirred harder, rebelling against his sins. It was as though the marks themselves condemned his actions, threatening to abandon him entirely.

Carn’s lips tightened, and he closed his eyes. Swallowing his pride, he knelt in the ruins and whispered a prayer.

"Aether, Mother Tree, Lord, and vengeful spirits. I’m sorry. Please forgive my fury and the blood that I’ve spilled in my rage. I was blinded by the desire to protect my family and repay betrayal with a vengeance. Please grant me the wisdom to choose paths of righteousness, even when the world turns against me. Please give me strength to suppress my boiling anger… give me strength to forgive my enemies. I’m so sorry."

The prayer eased the tension in the air, and the spirits began to dissipate. Some lingered and floated in front of Carn, giving him a meaningful look before dissipating entirely.

Carn gazed at the dimmed gold marks as their light reminded of the price he paid for wielding holy power. The marks, a gift of divinity, demanded purity in exchange for their miracles. To spill blood with their aid required not rage or vengeance, but justification born of righteousness.

In short, his sins could not be erased with just an apology.

He clenched his fists and looked to the heavens. His previous apology had failed to rekindle their glow. Since it didn’t work, he changed his tone.

"Since this world has wronged me and my family, since the humans of this world seek my death despite my willingness to protect them, I request the authority for self-defense! Aether, Mother Tree, and Great Lords of this world, I hereby declare war against humanity! Not out of hatred, but for the sake of protecting my loved ones and fulfilling my noble cause against the impending doom of the Lich King and his undead legions! If you support me, grant me permission to harbor divinity and carry on my missions! If not, abandon me now, for I shall treat every existence you uphold as my enemies!"

As Carn’s Aether voice echoed into the void, causing the sky above him to ignite in brilliant gold. Radiant beams pierced through the clouds, casting their ethereal light upon him. The air grew still as if the world itself paused to listen.

From the heavens, the voice of the Mother Tree descended, carried on the wind like a hymn. Her words were woven into a melodic poem with each verse resonating deep within Carn’s soul.

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[Child of stone, hear the song of time,

When mortals fall to acts sublime.

A tree’s deep roots, though still they seem,

Hold truths beyond the surface gleam.

The blood you spill, the path you tread,

Anger the spirits of the dead.

Yet if your cause holds pure intent,

The heavens grant you judgment lent.

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Rise, demon saint of shield and flame,

Protect your own, without disdain.

The sins of men weigh on the scale,

And justice rises, swift as gale.

So bear this sin, but wield it true,

Not vengeance, but for love imbue.

For war you seek is not for gain,

But to shield from sorrow’s stain.]

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Mother Tree had granted permission!

The golden light enveloped Carn, and the dim gold marks flared to life, burning brighter than ever before. Moreover, more gold marks emerged on his arm.

1200… 1210… 1220… The number kept rising until it stopped at 1,500, which was the standard value that every newbie saint and saintess possessed.

In this fractured world, the Mother Tree’s divine authority was not uncontested. A dissonant voice full of contempt echoed in Carn’s mind, countering her blessing. Unlike the harmonious tones of the Mother Tree, this voice carried the venom of disdain, speaking in clear words.

[A lowly demon like you does not deserve authority! Should you harm any of our incarnations, I will mobilize every human and divine spirit to hunt you down!]

As the declaration faded, a searing pain flared on Carn’s chest and a black tattoo manifested into his flesh, writhing as if alive. It pulsed with a divine curse, crafted to ensure that every incarnation of a divine spirit could sense him no matter where Carn hid.

Carn’s narrowed his eyes in frustration as the voice was disturbingly familiar. It matched the tone of the divine spirit he had encountered not long ago.

He clenched his fists, inhaling deeply as he resolved to remember this moment.

"Bastards… Fine. If this is how you want to play it, I’ll put your name at the top of my list,"

Carn made an oath that he would deal with this divine spirit or entity once everything was over. For now, he suppressed his rage, pacing his breath. Yet, he continued thinking of Arthur and the obnoxious divine spirits, imagining a thousand methods to end their lives.

Outside, the clamor of approaching forces grew louder. The sharp snap of boots on pavement and the crackling of radio chatter surrounded the house. One of the agents bellowed through a megaphone.

"COME OUT AND SURRENDER, CARN YUNHO! WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!"

Carn stopped thinking. The curse, the threats, the overwhelming odds became background noise.

It was time to kill.

Closing his eyes briefly, Carn tapped into his heightened senses, pinpointing the assault unit moving through the front door. He listened to their systematic movements as they cleared rooms and advanced toward him. Their formation might have been flawless against ordinary foes.

But Carn was no ordinary foe.

He vanished from the bedroom without a sound, exploiting his gargoyle form’s ability to teleport without using a mark of Aether. A heartbeat later, he materialized behind the last SWAT member in the formation.

CRACK.

The agent didn’t even have time to cry out. His neck twisted violently, snapping with a sickening crunch. The man’s wide eyes met Carn’s for a fleeting moment before darkness claimed him. The lifeless body crumpled to the ground in a heap.

Carn stood over the corpse, and his stone gaze locked on the others advancing through the house, their voices calm but tense as they cleared each room.

The hunt had begun, and Carn had no intention of leaving any survivors.