Albert reached into the bloodstained sack slung over his shoulder and retrieved a heavy, ball-like object.
As he unwrapped the cloth, murmurs of excitement filled the chamber.
With a flourish, he presented the severed head of High Priest Pablo.
Gasps and delighted whispers echoed among the gathered deacons. He looked hiding his expression but greed flashed in eyes.
In fact, he didn't accept them, rather he saw them as stepping stone.To get stronger and then have revenge against the person who pushed him into this situation.
He didn't mind committing evils to gain power.
Archbishop Bemen leaned forward, his bony fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. Then, he let out a low, guttural chuckle that soon erupted into full-blown laughter.
"The gods smile upon you tonighBremenbert!" Bemen declared, his voice filled with a twisted glee. "The holy men of this city think themselves untouchable, but they fall like all the rest! You have done well."
