IMMORTALIS: THE PREMISE
In the abyssal world of Morrigan Deep, the Immortalis rule as ancient demonic gods, vampiric, cannibalistic, immortal, and insatiably depraved. Most exist across two bodies, a perfected self and a primal counterpart. Nicolas DeSilva is something far worse. His mind is catastrophically fractured, splintered into multiple living bodies that wander Corax Asylum as separate personalities born from his damaged psyche. Only Chester remains untouched by the fracture, the primal thing beneath Nicolas’s civility.
To feed the Immortalis, mortals are bred like livestock. Beautiful women are raised as ceremonial tributes, offered to satisfy the gods’ endless hunger for flesh, blood, and pleasure.
Every century, priestesses known as Immolesses are sent into the jaws of the Immortalis. Their ritual deaths are pure theatre, designed to terrify the population into obedience while the kingdoms continue paying their taxes to Irkalla.
Allyra is the third Immoless.
She refuses to die.
Before the ritual can be completed, she forms a dangerous private truce with Nicolas. But when Allyra secretly bargains with Behmor, King of Irkalla and Nicolas’s own son, the consequences become catastrophic. Behmor warns her clearly that his father’s jester persona is a facade. Nicolas is a manipulative genius, a genuine evil hiding behind wit, satire, absurdity, and charm.
The pact binds Nicolas to Allyra as her protector. He must preserve her life at all costs, but the agreement says nothing about her suffering. Within the walls of Corax Asylum, rumours spread like disease. The inmates gossip endlessly that Allyra is being drugged, manipulated, poisoned, mesmerised, and psychologically dismantled so completely that escape will eventually become impossible.
Yet Allyra has ambitions of her own.
She hunts blood sovereignty, the forbidden ascension gained by consuming the blood of Immortalis and other immortals alike. Because her body can act as a living vessel for their power, every drop she drinks pulls her deeper into the violent struggle between Nicolas and his brother Theaten, whose war for dominance threatens entire kingdoms.
Nicolas becomes increasingly consumed by the belief that Allyra belongs to him completely. Not metaphorically. Not romantically. Entirely. Every refusal from her feeds his obsession. Every attempt at resistance drives him further into psychological torment, physical punishment, warped intimacy, and manipulative reframing disguised as affection. Afterwards, he twists the suffering back upon her with the same poisonous refrain.
Poor Nicolas.
Meanwhile, his alters become fascinated by Allyra in wildly different ways. Corax Asylum transforms around her into a grotesque playground of circuses, theatres, medical chambers, zoos, carnivals, banquets, games, and sadistic performances built solely for their amusement.
The deeper Allyra sinks into their world, the more the lines between pleasure, violence, fear, devotion, and desire begin to rot away. What first horrified her slowly becomes normal. Then intoxicating. Then necessary.
To obtain the final blood required for sovereignty, Allyra and Nicolas must travel together into Neferaten and stand before Lilith herself, consort of Primus the Darkness. But once Lilith’s blood is claimed, the rules change entirely. Only one sovereign can emerge. The war ceases to be Nicolas against Theaten and becomes something far more personal, Nicolas against Allyra.
Eventually, Allyra attempts to escape with the help of the necromancer Elyas.
The betrayal shatters whatever restraint remained within the Nicolases.
They return with a vengeance.
The satirical humour darkens into something increasingly oppressive and cruel as Webster begins pushing Nicolas toward the final stages of his ultimate design, Plan BAT.
What began as survival is becoming surrender.
And Nicolas, alongside every fractured part of him, desires only one thing from her:
Complete, permanent, irreversible possession.
But Allyra has no idea of the horrors such surrender truly entails.