Novel & Cerita Sin Archbishop Of Envy

“Why him?” Belphegor remains quiet. I clench my teeth in anger, feeling my temperature rise again out of anger. Why isn’t he answering me? “Why him?” I demanded. “Out of all the people in the world, why does it have to be Archer? What is so special about him?” Belphegor’s mask completely lost any expression. It completely becomes blank. There aren’t even eyes, nose, or mouth holes in them. The seventh demon prince, rumored to be the laziest but the wisest, moves his head like he is looking away from me.

"Please. We, Corynthens, have Saint Logan. We can rule over everyone on Earth for at least 100 years or more." Logan laughed at the archbishop. "Who do you think you are, going around cosplaying an old man and calling yourself a saint?" The archbishop did not move his mouth, yet everyone heard him. "I'm the Scion." "That's a description and barely a name! Someone should teach your daddy how to give actual names!" Logan sneered and punched toward the archbishop's forehead. The old man suddenly raised his head. A golden chalice manifested around his forehead to receive Logan's attack.

I find myself smiling too. The archbishop, Mr Darc, Tareem and Davil are approaching me. They halt when they stand before me and bow, I urge them to stand up straight which they did. Mr Darc stands directly behind the priest and I can see the sad and painful look on his face and all through he avoided eye contact. Maybe he is having a deja Vu about my dad's coronation with himself and Mr El Musharc. We are done with the recognition, what is ongoing is the oath taking, which is why the Archbishop is here.

“So no, Rowland. I didn’t touch your precious Daniel. And Cecelia Monroe? Her disappearance doesn’t serve me in the slightest. Don’t confuse me with the men who play messy.” The silence between them is thick, punctuated only by the distant clink of glasses at the bar. Rowland knows Alec won’t give him what he wants, but the denial cuts deep in its conviction, so if Alec Steele really has no hand in this, then it means someone else, someone even bolder, is moving their pieces in the dark. And not knowing who your enemy is worse than having to deal with them.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

“And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--” “But through the daughters of the Archer bloodline.” Calyx gulped when she realized who spoke. It was Theodavian. She looked at him and nodded her head. He nodded and continued: “Yes, we’re familiar with the Archer Legacy. It’s also now been prophesized that the Slayer is a part of the Chosen Ones’ prophecy made by the great Shayla Seer.” “I-I am aware of that,” she stammered. She flushed at her stammering and bit her bottom lip as she looked at her old friends.

Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

The archbishop continues, ''Who giveth this woman to be married to this man? My father takes my right hand before giving it towards the archbishop in which the archbishop slowly gives towards Emery. Once my hand meets his, I instantly feel the warmth radiating—soothingly calming me down in a way it should be. Then, he turns slightly to face me with a small smile on his face and I do the same; trying to hide the blush from appearing on my cheeks. Thankfully to the blushers, it won't seem like I'll be red as a tomato. At least, people will think that it's makeup.

But the world outside did not pause for their devotion. Miles away, in the labyrinthine silence of the Cathedral Archives, Archpriest Dominic Vermont was hunched over a desk illuminated by a glowing data-terminal. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the latest intelligence reports. The lines of text spelled out a trajectory of suspicion”whispers of a powerful, spectral benefactor moving in the shadows of the Vesper Estate, and the alarming proximity of his daughter to the center of the heresy.