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Every road, warehouse, neighboring town, territory. I’d memorized it all years ago. “Bishop doesn’t make his money because he’s smarter than me.” I picked up a marker and circled three neighboring towns. “He makes it because people keep buying from him.” Grim folded his arms. “So, what are you trying to say?” “So we don’t touch Bishop.” I tapped the map. “We touch his business.” Grim finally understood. “We choke his income,” A slow grin spread across his face. “Not bad.”

He let me eat whatever I wanted and that proved to be a mistake because my stomach exploded and I had to spend a better half of the precious day on the toilet. I understand now why Oden had certain rules for me. But going outside, was the main highlight of my time with Bishop. My eyes looked over his muscular and handsome form as thoughts plagued my mind, "why Bishop?" I asked him. I've been thinking about it for some time, "why is your name Bishop?" He glanced at me before he looked back at the deserted road, "I wanted to be a Bishop, and was working towards it for ten years." My jaw dropped, "really?" I asked in surprise, "I didn't peg you as the religious type."

Bishop Deandre Patton is a scholar in the Church of the God of Knowledge, who is good at planning and building cities. Yes, how could Christine possibly satisfy the need to expand Porto Salvo into a city? By building the Mage Tower here, she wanted to turn the port into a city. As a crossover and a mage with extensive knowledge, she had no problem coming up with a city plan, but she didn't have the time to implement it, so she invited the Bishop of the Church of the God of Knowledge.

Bishop then stepped forward and stood before them, an arrogant smirk on his face. "People of Ashidore," He said out loud. "I do not need to explain much to you. A new era begins today, with a new Alpha King. Whoever stands or tries to rebel against me will meet a torturous death. The rules and laws of Ashidore changes today, starting with a new Supreme Alpha." He paused and turning towards Henry, he smashed the chains around his wrists with his claws. "Step forward." He ordered. Henry didn't move. His entire body screamed at him to attack Bishop and wipe the stupid smirk off his face. But he hesitated. With so many shifters around, Bishop could use the dragons to harm them. He didn't want to lose any more life.

The shelves formed narrow rows, leaving only a tiny path to the back. “It looks like a library,” I muttered, impressed. “Elder Bishop is quite peculiar. He likes to hide,” Elijah whispered. Elijah held my hand as we walked through the narrow path between the shelves—it felt like we were in a maze. It wasn’t long before we found Bishop sitting on an old brown velvet sofa, lost in a book. Next to the couch was a desk with more stacks of books. It felt a little claustrophobic. Bishop quickly put down the book, stood up, and bowed respectfully to us.

The way she used to sneak chocolates into their father's coat pockets before winter patrols. Then— A voice behind him. “You’re getting close.” He spun, pistol drawn. A man stood there, half in shadow. Older, trench coat soaked from the rain. Sharp green eyes that didn’t flinch. "Who in the devil's name are you?" "Someone who hates Graves more than you hate him." He moved forward, guardedly. "Name's Bishop. I used to run ops for Emberlight before they arranged for me to die. Graves took care of it."

Carlo is annoyed by the way he doesn't take anything to heart, and how he acts as if nothing has happened when he is doing something so nasty to put his brother in danger in private. Halfway through dinner, Bishop arrives. He doesn't look like Carlo, he's not very tall, he's got pale skin and doesn't look very healthy. He enters the restaurant and greets Carlo: "Carlo, what a surprise! I've missed you so much my brother ." Carlo didn't even raise his eyes and continued to eat his steak: "If you have something to say, just say it." Bishop sat down across from Cynthia and looked at her closely, "Is this the beauty you've been hiding in the villa? A young chick? When did you change your tastes? I didn't see it before, I thought you liked sluts."

He's still taking the breakup with 'Darling' as he calls her pretty hard and it doesn't help that she's appearing to be over him. Bishop pauses, his eyes shifting from Caelum, to Ryker, then me. “What? Tell me this isn't a fucking intervention.” “It should be, but it's not..” Bishop dismisses me, walking over to the sofa where he rests, with the bottle secured in hand. “So, what's this? We don't do knight meetings in open areas.” he tells us, pointing to me with his bottle. “And fucking a hot babe doesn't equip for an in person brag, text can suffice.”

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

“He barely escaped with his life. She went wild on him and everyone around him. The king had a dark sorcerer Thats healed him through the power of something old. Something that gave him a name to stand out. The Bishop. This man created armies, hunted down the golden wolf. Honestly, there was barely any man left in his army after he got the wolf. He took her to the cave and gave her as an offering to his deity. But something went wrong. This girl, barely, in her twenties, had given birth. She was a mother. One who hid her child from shame. So with the fury of a mother, she gave up her last essence in one blast, destroying the deity and the man. “But in that last blast, there was a bond. A covenant. For as long as the golden wolf lives, so does The Bishop.” I didn’t know what to feel after the story. Even after The Bishop stood and left, my questions, the mess of it refrained me from speaking. For as long as I live, so does he.

I forced my eyes away from him, then I sighed, shifting a little bit away from him to create some distance between us at least. “What do you want to say to me?” He asked, still acting normal. I shook my head sharply to get rid of the ugly thoughts in my head, then I exhaled and adjusted myself on the bed, “Umm…Dom, I just wanted to know, why is Bishop treating me this way? One minute he's harsh, terribly harshly, and the next he's…kind. I don't understand.” I mumbled confusingly. Dom twisted his lips into a gentle smirk, then he looked away as if he was searching for answers and choosing his words carefully.

There were twelve bishops in total, all with immense authority. Mr. Davis was the leader of the twelve bishops. His subordinates were all top students who graduated from the seminary. Not only were they well-versed in astrology arts, but they were also proficient in exorcisms! Legends said there would occasionally be beings spawning from evil that would all be suppressed by the Divine Prison. This alone showed just how powerful Mr. Davis was. That said, he seemed to be a peculiar character. He was extremely obsessed with gold. Even though he was a bishop, he usually ran around for errands, asking for two hundred ounces of gold every time.

Or wanted him. I didn’t know which. The bishop didn’t notice. He only saw Ezreal. His panic swallowed the room. “P‑please,” Bishop Conrad stammered, hands trembling. “Please, Santa Nero, I… I didn’t…I'll renounce my membership. I swear—” Ezreal walked closer, slow, calm, terrifying. “Your loyalty isn’t my concern.” The bishop fell to his knees anyway. His voice broke. “Please… my son—he has nothing to do with this. I’ll give you anything—just spare him.”

Buddy explained with a mocked gesture. "You cannot do this to me?" The bishop said, holding up the envelope in his hands. "And why is that? Because you are a bishop? Listen here real quick, even the holiest saints were once devil at one point of their lifetime. I would only be considerate in not releasing this file, if you agree to my terms and condition" Buddy indicated. The bishop was pained that he was out in a situation like this, he had no choice at the moment, than to do what Buddy has said.

Bishop explained. "Cut the mushy crap and get on with it." One of the brothers yelled out. Bishop gave them a death glare. "I moved here to get to know my dad's club. And to be with you. This may be moving at the speed of lighting, but when you know, you know." He opened the box. Inside was a women's Property Of Bishop cut. Paris gasped. Then she reached over to touch it. He took it out of the box then handed to box to someone.

He stepped back abruptly, violently as though he’d reached the edge of a cliff no scripture had prepared him to face. “In one week,” he said. “We begin.” The bishop turned away before she could reply, facing the crucifix as if begging it for strength. Eliora stood, every part of her shaking, and backed toward the door. She touched the handle cold metal grounding her to this reality that suddenly felt unreal. Before she left, she saw it: Bishop Adrien’s hands were trembling. Not with fear. With recognition. Because whatever had awakened that night was not devotion. It was desire born inside worship.

Aurelia, Tang Sai, and Ayasu stared at the great cathedral. They had temples back home, but this mountain of stone and glass was a marvel of architecture. The trio donned religious robes and slipped past the guards with ease. Aurelia scowled at the death moth banners. Why would the bishop continue to worship the living darkness? The inside was almost a replica of Carmen's temple on the island, except it smelled better. People lined the pews with their heads bowed in prayer and said nothing to the heroic trio. They padded toward the rear entrance. They were ten feet away when the bishop entered the main chamber. He stood behind the twisted Pulpit and cleared his throat.

She was coming to purge. Chloe Bishop is stepping into the Bishop Group boardroom with enough evidence to destroy her detractors and a viral reputation that makes her untouchable. But as the "Ghost" of her past watches her every move, is she walking into a victory—or a more complex trap set by those who refuse to let her go?

Switching back to the time of her imprisonment inside JK subconsciousness, and right into the ticking time when, “THE piece of the King, and the aid of the Bishop.” She whispers, smiling widely and sinisterly while looking at the words and information that she got after seeing and hearing the contents of the book of Death Reincarnate through JK’s eyes and ears. With the names and characteristic that perfectly suited on the first two roles that she will have and soon enough to be her little dolls and pieces of her own chess game against those two. She then reads the profile of the character that she wanted to be the other Bishop. “Aaron John Cervantes?”