Archbishop Of Greed Novels & Stories

"I told you I would destroy the cage. Look around you. The world belongs to us today." "I am only looking at you, Adrian," she whispered back, a beautiful, tearful smile breaking through her composure. The Archbishop raised his hands, preparing to initiate the sacred liturgy, when a sudden, soft murmur traveled through the pews of the Manhattan elite. The tense, high-society atmosphere of the cathedral instantly softened into a wave of suppressed chuckles and adoring whispers.

said the man, very proud of the fact that he had made no contribution to the ensemble. "We never got your name." "Oh, my name is not that important, but since you insist—" "~Oh, I do," said Kali clasping her hands. I heard a Shi snicker. "They call me Tybalt Paxton. I am the Arch High Priest of the Temple of Drykena. Feel honored to be guided by me. The second hand to the Pope of the Temple of Drykena." "Nice meet you," I said, imitating the lowest IQ person I could imagine. A caveman because Tybalt took the first option.

“Well, that’s not mine.” “Then whose is it? Because the last time I checked, you're the only one who stays there.” Bishop’s voice spoke from behind the man and the air suddenly thickened. I had been too focused on the men that I didn't see him walk in. He walked in slow strides, smiling like he was already bored of the whole show. His suit was too clean for this place and his umbrella drippedwater. “Well,” he said, eyes sliding over to me, “the prodigal ghost returns and there's missing money. Who else is going to do that and cause a scandal if not someone who is known for scandals?”

The wedding gifts alone were three pages long, and I had never even heard of many of the items on the list. 'Mom, look. An emerald jewelry set! Antiques! And an entire building in that newly developed Eastside property.' The little one shouted excitedly in my head. 'I told you Dad's generous. He must be worried you'll be mistreated. Even if he can't be here, he wants to give you the respect you deserve!' "Isn't this a little too grand?" I hesitated as I asked Alfred. "Hugh is still recovering, after all. There's no need to make it something so grand, right?"

His dark eyes scan the congregation, searching for threats that wouldn't dare show their faces. Spadino stands next to Ciro. He is vibrating with energy, his gold eyes shining. He winked at the Bishop when we walked in. The Bishop clears his throat. He is an old man, stooped under the weight of his vestments. He knows who we are. He knows where the money for the new roof came from. He does not ask questions. "We gather here," the Bishop intones, his voice echoing in the cavernous space, "to welcome this child into the fold."

My response is swift and direct: "We've been in love with each other for years, but have just now come to grips with it. She's it for me, sir. I won't abandon her to the likes of Preston Vanderholt." "Alright, Stone, I get it. You're in deep with this girl. Just watch your back with Vanderholt. My sources say he's the heir apparent to the Red Bishops' secret society. Those are not people you want to fuck with." I frown, absorbing this information. "The Red Bishops? I thought they were just a myth." "I wish," Grayson says grimly. "They're real, and they're powerful. Vanderholt's old man is the leader. He’s gone missing, though. Rumor is Preston offed his own father to take his place."

"You look like a million-dollar inheritance. Let them stare. It keeps them focused on your face and off the hidden gear." I smoothed my hand over his sleeve, playing the part of the devoted, high-society partner. "Are you sure the Archbishop is even here?" "He's here," Enzo replied smoothly, guiding me through the sea of silk and tailored wool toward the VIP mezzanine. "A man like Archbishop Laurent doesn't miss a humanitarian gala. It's where he collects his blood money under the guise of orphan relief."

But also determined. "Archbishop Marcus," he said quietly. "You stand accused of conspiracy, murder, and treason. Guards, arrest him." "You have no authority over the church—" Marcus began. "I have authority over anyone who conspires to murder my son." Aldric's voice was cold fury. "Guards. Now." They moved quickly, dragging Marcus away despite his protests. The King turned to Adrian and Cassian. "It seems I owe you both an apology." "You owe the demon realm reparations," Adrian said quietly. "And systemic change. But apologies are a start."

"You are right. Even a noble and great person like you would not be able to unite the entire Peerless Dragon Gate in such a short period of time, much less a mere prince of Sunfall Empire." "The current Sunfall Empire can't even take back the gold that was lost in the Bermuda, let alone the support of the whole Holy Court of Europe. His Highness Allen only got the support of Holy Court of Europe Bishop in Red. It is said that the Archbishop is behind the Bishop in Red. As for whether the Archbishop supports him or not, I'm not sure." "Red-robed Bishop?" When Yang Xiao heard this familiar name, he suddenly frowned. Gong Ling'er immediately said temptingly, "Yang Xiao, do you know this Bishop