Novel & Cerita Bishop Library

The bishop laughed a fainted laugh and said "I usually learn to appreciate the candidates coming out for any prospective post. That is my duty as a bishop" "I am here to seek for your endorsement and as you know..........." The bishop halted Tina abruptly "If you listened very well to what I said in the show, I made it very clear that my church absconds from politics or political activities" The Bishop said. "I know but the thing is your influence will go............" The bishop once halted Tina from saying anything once more. "Please Miss Tina, if this is what you came to discuss with me, then I would beg that you leave" The bishop indicated, leaving Tina speechless.

I answered. Lev looked back. “No disrespect Boss, but how can you be sure of that?” “Because I know this man. Bishop has worked for my family for half of his life, he started serving my father in his twenties, and then became my brother's personal driver after my father died. He is too loyal to betray us, and he knows even better what we do to sellouts.” Lev nodded and then drove out. Almost an hour later, we got to the address I had gotten from the officer. It was a small house in a quiet neighborhood.

The stone floor beneath my feet seemed colder than usual, and the flickering torches cast ominous shadows on the walls. Upon entering the meeting room, I was taken aback by the assembly before me. Three Bishops, all of high rank along with my other colleagues sat around a large oak table. Their faces were stern, their eyes piercing. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles illuminating the space. The air was heavy with incense, and the silence felt oppressive. The central Bishop, His Excellency Bishop David, gestured for me to take a seat. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was firm.

Bishop began to shake his head as he stood and moved to the bar to pour himself another drink, downing it with one chug again, before he turned to me and said, “But if I was stronger, the Dark Prince would be dead, my sister and her child would have nothing to worry about, along with you, Sabrina would still be alive, and Tonya wouldn’t be pregnant with our child that I am scared to death that I have passed something onto.” With that confession now from Bishop, I now knew why he was acting the way he was. He was just as concerned about his child as I was with my own being born into this world with the Dark Prince still alive. Yes, he was upset with his mother in-law’s death, but the one thin

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."

" Even though his friends were so close to him, the man would die alone, though he did have the beautiful woman smiling down upon him. "Damnit Di-!" Bishop began to yell but as soon as his foot was lifted to take the first step forward a thunderous sound could be heard approaching their location. "Ha-HAHAH." Bishop began laughing pointing a finger at Christopher's group. You bastards may have surprised us, but in the end we still win! We were informed of the cost of causing a disturbance in Helenfel. With only Imperial corpses laying about I don't think it will be to hard to spin the tale of how you bitter rebels attacked us." Each word leaving Bishop's mouth was laced with venom. The way he

he whispered, voice shaking, “it’s… It’s worse than we thought. The Serpents… someone inside… they’ve been working with Bishop for months. Planning. Watching. Feeding him information about every move, every weakness.” I felt my stomach turn. “Who?” He shook his head. “I don’t know… But I’ve got a lead. He’s going to meet Bishop tonight. Alone. At the old warehouse down by the docks. You need to see this for yourself.” I exchanged a glance with Luca. “Then we go. Now.” --- The warehouse loomed like a beast in the dark, rusted and abandoned, but the faint glow of lights inside told me it was far from empty. Engines idled, shadows moved, and the scent of oil and danger was thick in the air.

I shoot him a withering glare “But I’m very spiteful. Do not test me.” Zen narrows his eyes at me “You shouldn’t play with daggers, My Lady.” I narrow my eyes right back, lips curling “Neither should you.” The door opens. Fredrik looks from Zen to me to the floor, with the expression of a man who knows he came at the wrong moment. Then he clears his throat. “The Bishop asks for your presence in the altar.” He mutters quietly “If you would follow me.” He starts walking without waiting for a response. I shoot Zen another annoyed look, and then hurry out of the door. I’ll just go and see for myself what the hell is going on.

Bishop warned. “Noted. And thank you.” Bishop nodded and continued on. He didn’t seem the type for empty compliments, so I readily accepted his. After a few more common areas, we turned to the private portion of the palace. Bishop explained there were suites for visiting dignitaries and members of the royal family. “The king’s family?” I squeaked out. “For lack of a better word,” Bishop answered with a grimace. I decided not to press it; I’m pretty sure I wasn’t going to like the answer.

“So you’re saying your brutality is mercy?” “I’m saying you have to move on,” she blurts, a wry look clouding her face. “The Pyramid Brotherhood are demons on earth. Every time we have them, they slip away, but this time it's going down to ash. He is.” My breath quickens as she supplies, “I’m not saying this because I got promoted. I’m telling you because I care. Mad Bishop is the devil. Stay the fuck away from him. You might want to get an exorcism for what he’s done with you?”