Sin Archbishop Of Envy Novelas e Histórias

he said coldly. “Yes, El Señor.” “What about my father’s illegitimate son?” Uno asked, shifting the subject. “Master Damon is curr—” “—Cut off his access to that property. He doesn’t deserve it, not after he fucking joined that clan and helped them kill my parents,” Uno interrupted without emotion, turning to face Santi. “My apologies, El Señor. Mr. Arquilles is still running his businesses but maintains ties to the clan. Our spy monitoring him reported this morning that he visited Lady Manuela’s company.”

The bishop adjusted his seat and leaned closer. "I am a bishop of honor and prestige and i will not seat and watch these two great virtues go down the drain all because of some pesky political ambition" "I understand. The president however has endorsed me as his candidate and he is the highest power holder in the country. So, why can't you do the same respectfully?" Venom asked, folding his arms and watching the bishop. "I already told you before, the church is not a political platform for you to trade" Venom stood up to his feet and walked up to the Bishop.

Now I am even the mate of one of the most reputable men in this forbidden bloody clan. "That alph-ass seems to have brainwashed you into thinking that we are the guilty ones. You must think that rogues are the source of guilt and sin, while the alphas are saints who are pure like an angel." Archer's voice sounded mocking, and I'm sure in his heart, he was laughing at me out loud. I froze angrily, staring at Archer.

Your unique skills in demon relations will be invaluable. Come prepared to serve the greater good. —Archbishop Marcus The trap was set. The pieces were moving. And the story was trying to reassert itself. But it hadn't counted on one thing: Characters who refused to follow the script.

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."

The Architect’s body slumped out, writhing like a fish out of water. Vane grabbed the old man by the throat. He lifted him up. "Look at him," Vane said, forcing me to watch through our shared eyes. "The God of Vane Corp. Drowning in his own piss." Julian, stop him! I pleaded. He won't listen, Julian said, his voice full of sorrow. He’s too strong. And... he’s right. The Architect is the enemy. Vane squeezed. The Architect’s eyes bulged. His chest heaved one last time.

Across the chamber, Elowen turned back toward the maps. “The Architect will not wait long before testing Blackwood again.” The room darkened slightly. Even the roots seemed to tense. Alaric’s expression sharpened immediately. “It retreated.” “For now.” Elowen touched one of the maps lightly. “But the Architect adapts faster than gods.” Cold unease curled through Eleanor’s stomach. “What exactly is the Architect?” Silence followed. Not avoidance. Careful consideration. Finally Elowen answered softly: “The first thing that ever mistook control for love.”

"Oh my god! What are you talking about, Piercy? Are you actually declaring yourself as that filthy bastard's lackey?" Thomas shot up from his seat instantly. Clearly, he didn't give a damn about keeping up his image as a celebrity. From the way he had addressed Pierce, I finally recognized him as the same Thomas who hailed from the elite Jenkins family, who lived next door. Thomas was a rich scion this whole time. That explained his arrogance and boldness. Even the question he asked was extremely rude and tactless. He didn't even bother sparing my pride at all. I had a vague impression of Thomas, so to speak. He had followed Pierce around when he was a kid, and he worshiped Pierce to no end.

“No. I have informed him about your visit. He is currently talking to the Wenos pack. They are still saying the same thing.” “What if Kazeal is trying to protect Vidar? Well, we know he helped him earlier too,” I said in a low tone. “He is a Saint, princess. Saints are not obliged to be loyal to anyone. He is doing what he must, to stop a war. That’s what he is here for. If he needs to choose between one and thousands of lives, he will not take a second to sacrifice that one life,” Archer said. “No one knows that better than me.” I walked round the glass table which Archer had covered with several documents, letters and scrolls that looked quite ancient. “What are these?”