Archbishop Of Greed Novels & Stories

Bishop Victor Calloway.Sixty-two years old. Diocese of Hartford. Spiritual leader of a congregation of three thousand. Tireless advocate for the homeless. Builder of soup kitchens and youth centers and the kind of community programs that got your picture in the paper with a headline about God’s work.And the man who had bankrolled a trafficking network that destroyed dozens of women’s lives.Dominic laid out the intelligence on his desk like a surgeon laying out instruments. Photographs. Financial records. Communication intercepts. Fourteen years of patient, meticulous investigation compressed into a file that was three inches thick.Calloway had never been legitimately ordained. He’d bought hi

Rodriguez replied, "it would not be the first time in history that something that Unethical would happen, in other for secrets to Stay hiden. The credentials that accompany the secret that the Archstone holds are explosive, which they have sorted to terminate for years." Jimmy was having trouble buying Rodriguez's premise about the church being involved in unethical activities to obtain these credentials. Having met the new Pope and many of the Cardinals, Jimmy knew they were spiritual men who would never condone assassination regardless of the situation. McEwan seemed to be having similar thoughts. "Isn't it possible that these Priory members were murdered by someone outside the church? Som

Sean said, "He's a bookworm who hasn't shown much emotion since he was little. I've gotten used to it after spending so much time together over the years. Besides, Ethan's family has been old money in Wishford for over a century, and they're third on the Forbes list. "As the current head of his family, he's already doing me a favor by showing up to events like this." Would someone with that kind of status and power care whether a surrogate girlfriend like me agreed or not? I smiled faintly and sneered at myself coldly. This was just another game the nepobabies had come up with, just like Sean had back then. I shook my head and smiled indifferently. "What wouldn't I agree to? Do whatever you

She decided to go through her social media handle while she waited and the fact that each content she was seeing on the various social handles pointed to the importance of having to elect Venom, made her really pissed. These people really believed that Venom would change the narrative, whereas she knew that he was simply being a puppet was up to something more dangerous than just the seat. He was looking for a way to expand his syndicate down from the godfathers. "Excuse me ma'am, the bishop is available right now" She was brought out of her thoughts by the secretary. Entering into the Bishop's office, she was fascinated by how decorated it looked; Bishop William was definitely one of the fe

The poison era. Standing in his full grace, the Archbishop wore his long mantle which had the sign of the cross at both sides and a small red cap on his bald head. Vincent stood before him, glaring at the old man with a scowl on his face. “Sirs, I present unto you King Vincent Gael, your undoubted King: wherefore all you who have come this day to witness, pay homage and service, are you willing to do the same?” the Archbishop asked. His hands rested on both sides of the crown which was still placed on the cushion of estate.

“Oh, this has nothing to do with what troubles it may or may not cause. The beast is a property of the seminary, and when you are…” “Your Lordship,” Arch-bishop Grenis intervened. “I understand your fury, but do you not think you might be taking things a bit too far with your punishment? Don’t you think perhaps you bring the hammer of justice down harder than even the hammer is designed for? I fear you stoke your justice with your fury, which really should not be so. At least not in this case.”

And I know the people who took Marcus and Arthur aren't just after the ledger. Dante's jaw clenched. "Then what do they want?" "Control. The ledger gives them access to five hundred million dollars in offshore accounts. But it's not about the money." Elena moved closer, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "It's about power. The man orchestrating this, the one they call The Architect, he's been consolidating the entire Eastern seaboard for years. Drugs, weapons, politicians, judges. He owns half of New York already."

“Why? Allow me to elucidate, Your Majesty. Everything within the confines of Eldoria has been meticulously orchestrated. You, the crown, the council—all are components in a game I have been playing long before you even perceived the existence of such a game.” Kael’s expression hardened. “Enough riddles. Speak plainly. What are your intentions? And why do you choose to betray the crown?” The architect’s gaze shifted to Kael, and for a fleeting moment, a shadow of something personal flashed in their eyes—a memory, a grudge, a germ of resentment. “Betrayal is a rather harsh term, is it not?” they uttered, their voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. “I prefer… revelation. You, and all who prof

The air in the forgotten chapel tasted of dust and despair, thick enough to choke on. Moonlight, pale and unforgiving, sliced through the shattered stained glass, painting fractured saints across the cold stone floor. In the centre of that desecrated sanctity, he knelt. Cassian. Once Bishop of the Crimson Spire, now the Ashen Bishop. His fine clerical robes, centuries out of fashion, hung loose on a frame honed by predatory hunger and endless remorse. The scent of old incense clung to him, warring with the metallic tang of the blood he no longer drank. His head was bowed, not in prayer, but in the crushing weight of damnation.