Archbishop Of Greed Novels & Stories

"I felt a slight doubt in that statement. What bothers you the most?" "If your Highness is a man and he is married to a man... that is sin in the eyes of God." Arthur gave a long laugh. "Yes... it is sin in the eyes of God... and only He can judge that sin and not any of us present here and now in this Great Hall." The archbishop lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I deeply apologize your Majesty." "You're welcome. If your doubts have been resolved, you can sit down." "Thank you!"

Everything screamed luxury and elegance. Even the stewards and maids were all disciplined. Furthermore, he was the Yellow Saint Archmage. The most respectable one after the Pope. Who would believe that, despite his wealth and power, his house was so lacking that he needed the maids of the Duke of Ivrea to assist with the latter's daughter's needs? Only a fool would believe him!

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

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

“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 the miracles?” “Staged,” I confirm. “Vittorio funds the mechanisms. The weeping statues, the glowing relics. It brings in money and power. The bishop “Augustus Hale” has spent his life perfecting the deception.” I watched him carefully now; this next part will hurt. “And you, Jordan Brick… You are part of that deception whether you want to be or not.” His head snaps toward me. “What are you talking about?”

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

Ozias suddenly tensed, sensing a sharp energy, and quickly corrected himself, "The Pope wishes to collaborate with you." "Collaborate with me? Go on." "The Pope has discovered that His Majesty is searching for one of the legendary Triarchs' Immortal Instruments—the Eartharch Book." Gideon perked up with interest. "Continue." "His Majesty has been staying in Stolia lately. The Pope suspects the Eartharch Book might be hidden there." "And? Does he expect me to join him in confronting His Majesty to seize the Eartharch Book? Is he out of his mind?" Ozias smirked slightly and said, "The Pope mentioned that you have a conflict with Mr. Owens. If you agree to the collaboration, he will settle the