Archbishop Of Greed Novels & Stories

“You saw what Bishop is tonight. That smile? That calm? It’s rot in a nice suit. He isn’t happy unless everyone around him is kneeling. He doesn’t just want control, he wants to be worshipped. And when you stop, he destroys you for the insult.” Kain turned, resting a hand on the desk, his gaze cutting through the surroundings. “I’ve taken his men, his trade routes, half his money. Piece by piece, I’m ripping out his spine. But it’s not enough. Greed is my flaw, Luca. I won’t rest until everything he owns burns.” Luca stepped closer, his chest unsteady. “E-everything?”

Columns soared toward heaven, draped with garlands of white and purple flowers, their sweet scent hanging in the air like a benediction. And there, at the end of the impossibly long aisle, stood Theo. My mate. My king. His eyes found mine across the distance, and the world contracted to that single point of connection. He wore formal robes of deep blue trimmed with gold, a crown of antique silver resting on his dark hair. Even from here, I could see the barely contained emotion in his stance—the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clasped and unclasped at his sides. The archbishop stood beside him, ancient and dignified in ceremonial robes that seemed to consume his thin frame

If the amount is large, the bishop and archbishop will also receive them personally. In fact, the Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Love is the most popular person in the upper circles of the Benelux countries because she arranges all kinds of lovers for the aristocrats and strictly protects the privacy of the parties involved. Of course, it is only reasonable to charge a small commission for this service.

These three were the sect leaders hidden in the forest, and long ago, they had secretly colluded with Mystic Vale to destroy Amelia's sect. However, that was not all. After the three sect leaders appeared, two more figures, completely different in appearance, emerged from deeper within the forest. On the left was a man in a black robe embroidered with a peculiar silver cross. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and skin so pale it was almost translucent. He held a thick ancient tome in his hands, his gaze fanatical and arrogant. He was Padraic Nunez, Cardinal of the Archdiocese of Winnipeg from overseas. His eyes burned with desire for America's Zen magic, as if the treasures in the N

Many nobles had already gathered inside. How amusing. These days I was practically a celebrity. Every move I made had become public entertainment. A few moments later, a side door opened. The entire hall fell silent. Everyone rose to their feet. An elderly man dressed in white-and-gold robes entered the chamber. His hair was completely white, yet his posture remained straight. Archbishop Alaric Voss. The highest authority of the Holy Church of Valerion. Alaric struck the floor once with his silver staff. "Today, we gather under the Light."

“ It’s great then. If that’s the case, then you’ll be secure about her, not leaving you again. “ The sin of gluttony playfully said with his sarcastic smile. Yes! The sin of greed has a greedy personality like his sin. He want Thea to be his completely, every edge of her. Dye’s friends spent two hours talking about an important case, and one of those was about the eleventh city of the realm. Although Dye was the one who investigated it first, but he tapped them to help in order to have an early and solid results.

Ann murmured at The Shadow, forgetting there were other people in the room, "You just have to scare me like that in front of everyone, huh?" "Wow..." Jacob murmured, "You ARE the one... It's really you all along..." "Not yet." The archbishop's words took the frantic smile from Ann's face when she only enjoyed it for a few seconds. "What do you mean?!" Shouted Ann in a wave of disbelieving anger, and even Hank was taken back by her attitude this time. This was the second time that her glory was taken away from her right out of her hands! "Only the soul is returned." Archbishop's ancient voice rose, and that took away the excitement from ALL in the room.

ARCHER “Tell me what’s happening here,” Dad demands, his voice so harsh that spit flies out of his mouth from his tone. “Right now.” I focus on him, feeling the eyes of every single person in this room on me. “The moment you told me you wanted to take Bishop Hotels out from underneath the Bishops, I knew you’d gone too far. You weren’t making decisions that were best for Moore Hotels any longer. You were blinded by greed and revenge, and neither one of those are things that have any business in the decision-making of running a company, Dad.”

Lysander froze, then said in shock, "The Lord of Abyss City, Andrew Lloyd of Holtrien?" The Vindicator replied gloomily, "That is the one. The Archbishop has received him with a full ceremony." Lysander's expression darkened as he stormed out in a huff. "How dare he deliver himself to our doorstep! Let me meet this blasphemer, this devil!"

That, I couldn't dispute, but I just couldn't accept the fact that I was putting on a dress to seduce some greying old man from behind a pew. Well, technically not a greying old man. The Archbishop, or privately known as Bartholomew Heathcliff of Easterbrook, wasn't your typical potbellied, sleazy old pastor. Anatoly had given me his file before I left the meeting with Prince Caspian that day, and if I must say, he looked quite young for his age. Tall, fit, and broad-shouldered. The only sign of aging he exhibited was the sparse amount of white hair on his beard and head.