Archbishop Of Greed Re Zero Novels & Stories

The cold, hardened mercenary who usually only cared about data and crypto-transactions was staring down at me with a soft, intensely protective gaze that made the air in the room feel suddenly heavy. "You've already built a shadow network that most syndicates spend a decade fighting for," Zero said softly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that hadn't been there when we first met. "You're not that frightened girl who ran into the rain anymore. You're the ghost running this city's underground. Take a breath, Aria."

Even after the meeting ended, he sat frozen in his seat. When the room cleared, he stood and walked toward me one slow step at a time. His jaw was covered in stubble, and his eyes were streaked with red. Compared to the polished version of me standing in front of him, the man he used to be was long gone. In less than a month, our positions had completely reversed. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "You want to know why I hold 60% of Wynn Group, don't you?"

“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?”

Zerus returns to Blessy's room after confronting Ramona; it was early in the morning, but he did not feel drowsy, and he was concerned, even if he said far from the heart what was accomplished correctly. Blessy soundly sleeping, and next to her was the rosary and little book he had just noticed; it wasn't there when he entered earlier. Perhaps she awoke from the nightmare and got to pray. He stared for a long time at the rosary, which was obviously very old. He approached it first and pick it up. He was shaken as he examined it; its old and almost ancient. He shrugged and his attention was diverted. He placed the rosary in the pocket of his leather jacket.

“No. We do this together. No more sacrifices. No more letting them divide us. We’ve earned that much.” The Architect smiled, a thin, predatory expression that sent ice down my spine. He was impeccably dressed despite the derelict surroundings, exuding the confidence of a man who believed he still controlled the board. “The rookie goalie for the backup. Acceptable. You’ve both been more trouble than your talent is worth, but this balances the scales.”

"We're just moving the battlefield. Santino thinks he’s won because he has the chair. But we have the one thing he didn't account for." "What's that?" Enzo looked at me, the first light of a true morning catching the amber in his eyes. "We have the Architect," he said. "And the Architect is about to rewrite the city."

The grey expanse of the Inner Grave didn’t just feel cold anymore, it felt thin, like a veil about to tear, standing before me was a man who shouldn't exist, King Alaric the Founder, in the history books of the Zenith, he was a god-figure who had ascended to the sun, here, in the belly of the Void, he looked like a flickering candle, his golden robes tattered and stained with the same oily non-color as the Void-Eaters. "You speak of keys and doors," I said, my voice cutting through the unnatural silence, I shifted Lucian in my arms, feeling the child’s heart skip a beat, "But you’re the one who built the Gilded Decree, you’re the one who taught the Alphas to collar the Nulls."

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

So I asked her, “Hmmm… Is there a problem possessing this relic Miss Minerva?” She just nodded and said, “They said the one who possesses the relic will be the candidate for the next demon lord who will bring peace in Zennery.” Then suddenly a low voice from my back spoke and said, “Ahhm? I thought this is the time for bath? Why is he excepted from the daily routines?” It was Zyrel who just came out of nowhere and I was almost scared to death. How did he get there without being noticed by Miss Minerva?

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.