The Priest Of Corruption Novels & Stories

He felt fortunate that he only had to clean his friends apartment in exchange. Walking down the stairs Amias continued to dwell on his thoughts. He still felt a sense of surrealness just being here. He found his classes less challenging as he started to get used to them. He yawned, he was annoyingly tired, he was made to stay late the day before. The daily missions he was given by the company had to be completed before he was allowed to leave the building. If he were honest, he thought that this was strange but he could understand the strictness considering the amount of money they were essentially investing in him and the others. He was trying to not feel like or see himself as a product bu

It's just my body, I shouldn't be swayed away again. I watched him leave, staring at him with full hate. Does he not care if I hate him for the rest of his life? I thought Mafia leaders are still humans and could have a heart. I guess I was wrong about this guy. He is nothing like he looks. He has no heart, no shame and no morals. He thinks the world revolves around him. I am very sure, karma will deal with him one day. "Good day miss. I am butler James. Miss, please come with me." The butler said leading me up the stairs.

Hence , Robin and the others had no choice but to watch helplessly as Rogue took Chelsea away before climbing on their steed and follow him . " This is completely stupid !" shrieked the high priest , a dangerous pulse throbbing in his forehead . He just don't understand how in the world he got entangled himself into this mess , he was exhausted after wiping those demon beasts , all he wanted to do after cleaning those beast up was to go back to his home , take a really nice brunch and sleep through out the entire noon but before he could , That bloody rascal of a crown prince came rushing towards him . Bringing with him a completely unconscious brat and before he so much had a chance to scol

It’s already eight o’clock in the morning and the church was already full during the first mass and the Father started his preaching. Detective Kathy listened carefully as the priest preached. "Two innocent contestants!" The priest yelled at his mic. "They died because of the money. That money controls those contestants who are deeply in financial trouble. This is all the devil's work. He knows our weakness and he enjoys watching those remaining contestants die one by one. Now brothers and sisters, don’t let that money control you and your greediness. May those souls rest in peace. " Detective Kathy impressed the preach as they stood and recited the apostle’s creed.

Gorm approached first, “It is true my friends all that the Crimson Priestess says. Athena has done nothing but lie and hurt us. She is the reason why this is happening but there is hope and a decision to be made here and now that can give us all the lives we deserve.” “Why would they listen to you Gorm? Even I can smell you now and you smell nothing of our pack and only of the traitors. Tell me how quickly did it take you to decide to jump into the “Crimson Priestess’s” pants?” Athena mocked Gorm and he lunged forward and with one arm I stopped him from going further. He quickly composed himself and I heard a gasp as all the red wolves looked on in shock that he was quickly able to recover.

Rejected her. Except it didn’t feel like rejection. It felt like defense. Like the encryption inside her wasn’t just protecting her body. It was evolving. And then came the message. ~~~~~~~~~~ NAPLES COMPOUND: PRIVATE ROOM A priest. No, not just a priest. A Cardinal. Red-robed. Eyes like pale stones. He entered flanked by Vatican emissaries, each cloaked and silent, their crucifixes glowing with discreet nanotech. Officially, it was a diplomatic call. Unofficially, it was an exorcism wrapped in inquiry.

“If this altar cannot hold truth, then it was never sacred.” The other cardinals joined in—a cacophony of disapproval and disbelief. The Bishop at the center raised his hand to still them, his face unreadable. “What you have confessed goes beyond heresy. You’ve broken your vow, deceived your flock, and corrupted this sanctuary.” “I broke silence,” Elijah corrected, “but I did not corrupt. If anything, I’ve brought the rot into the light.” “You’ve lost your priesthood,” another said. “I walked away from it the moment I chose her,” Elijah replied, glancing at Rosa. “I choose her again, even now.”

“That night, so long ago, lifetimes ago, the priest, Corrompero, remember him, how could you forget, he drugged me, in the wine, drugged me and you. You, too, were drugged, yes, I remember. And I was so young and didn’t know he wasn’t a man to trust, and I was too trusting. I know, that was my mistake. I’m sorry, I am, truly but it was all like a dream, this thing, this horrible thing, happening so fast. A bad dream and I tried to stop, I did, I tried to—” He raised his hand, the flesh flashing pale in the moonglow as he waved away her frantic words, imploring her to stop, catch her breath. Circle back to reality and discover truth. In shadow, the pitter-patter of Eidolon reflected in the ra

“Saint Christian fell when walking out to appease the dragon to bargain that he leave these lands, just as the legend says.” I stumble back. “What…?” The priest lays a hand upon my back. “Lucifer wears many faces,” he repeats, and I feel my stomach twist. “He thrills to corrupt without the use of force, and scars of past sins most often provide him the gateway.” I shake my head. “He wasn’t… You can’t mean...” “You lay with the devil himself, child,” he grates, calm expression rippling with just the faintest, uncontrollable undercurrent of revulsion. “Now you must be cleansed.”

"One million dollars, to help me with a delicate matter.” The elder's brow furrowed as he processed my offer, his eyes flicking to the chequebook I held out to him. "What is the meaning of this insolence?" the priest growled, his face twisted with rage. "What do you want? I am not some corruptible cur who can be bought with money. This goes against everything I stand for!"