Immortalis and the Seduction of Being Chosen

In the perpetual dusk of Morrigan Deep, where the overlapping suns cling to the horizon like reluctant lovers, the notion of being chosen carries a weight that crushes as often as it elevates. To be selected by the Immortalis is to taste eternity’s bitter nectar, a draught that promises dominion over flesh and fate, yet demands the surrender of all that makes one human. It is a seduction wrapped in thorns, where the allure of power draws the unwitting into a web of blood, restraint, and unyielding will. The chronicles of The Deep abound with those who glimpsed this promise, only to find themselves ensnared, their desires twisted into instruments of their own undoing.

Consider the Pauci Electi, those seven self-appointed guardians of the thesapien cause, huddled in their rotting shipwreck like rats plotting against gods. They bred the Immolesses not from hope, but from desperation, convinced that demon-tainted priestesses could topple the untoppleable. Lucia, the second of their trinity, exemplifies the fatal charm of such election. Trained in mediumship, she entered Corax Asylum under the delusion that raising Ducissa Elena’s ghost would shatter Nicolas DeSilva’s grip. What seduction lay in that promise? The Electi whispered of vengeance, of redressing ancient balances, yet delivered her to a hall of mirrors where reality warped and screams harmonised with off-key violins. Nicolas, ever the jester in his plaid finery, played her like a marionette, granting escape only to orchestrate recapture. Her blisters burst, her scalp tore, and still she reached for Elena’s sarcophagus, clinging to the illusion of purpose. Chosen by fools, she became plaything to a monster, her mediumship drowned in cacophony until surrender was her only song.

Then there is Allyra, the bastard third, whose very existence mocked the Electi’s rigid calculus. Born of contractual sloppiness, she rejected their pious chains from the cradle, learning extraction from the Baers rather than incantations from dusty tomes. Her seduction was self-wrought, a hunger for knowledge that led her to The Sombre’s cauldron, boiling vampires for truths the Electi dared not utter. Nicolas watched her there, raven-eyed, as she interrogated the damned about his own shadows. Yet even she, with her shuriken and sardonic gaze, succumbed to the pull. When Theaten merged with Kane and drained her near to oblivion, it was Nicolas who arrived, cane aglow, to reclaim his prize. The Baers fell to mutants, her father Tempus to a mirror’s limbo, and still she returned to Corax, drawn by the fractured god who both exalted and eroded her. Chosen not by priests, but by her own defiance, she drank the blood mosaic, becoming vessel to Immortalis essence, only to find the true seduction lay in the cage of possession.

The Immortalis embody this paradox, their dual forms a constant reminder of fractured sovereignty. Vero and Evro, true self and primal urge, merged or divided, always hungering. Nicolas, with his Chester unleashed, offers the sharpest blade of temptation: Chester the seducer, fluting his way through villages, leaving decay in his wake; Nicolas the collector, hoarding heads and hearts alike. To be chosen is to be marked, inscribed in The Ledger’s unyielding script, where Primus’s first darkness begets endless cycles of appetite and annihilation. Lilith’s cult knew it, chaining themselves to her sands; the Electi knew it, sacrificing daughters to shadows. Even the Baers, warriors of the Varjoleto, fell when their protection became prey.

In Irkalla’s circles, Behmor tallies the toll, his mirrors reflecting not just bodies but the seductive lie of choice. The Deep’s eternal dusk mirrors the soul’s eclipse: to be chosen is to step from mortality’s fleeting light into the Immortalis embrace, where power seduces with fangs bared, and freedom is the first tribute claimed. Yet in that shadow, some glimpse the fracture, the momentary mercy where a jester’s grin falters, and wonder if the cage might one day swing open, if only for a breath.

Immortalis Book One August 2026