Inside Immortalis, The Ledger That Determines Who Lives, Pays, and Bleeds

In the shadowed vaults of Irkalla, where the six circles grind their ceaseless mechanisms of torment and decree, the second circle known as the Anubium holds a singular artefact of unyielding authority. The Rationum, or as it is more intimately known, the Ledger, resides there, inscribed not by mortal hand but by the entity that claims its name. This is no mere record-keeper. It is the arbiter of existence, the silent judge that carves fates into permanence, deciding who endures, who barters their soul for a fleeting reprieve, and who spills their essence across the annals of the Deep.

The Ledger first etched its mark in the primordial chaos, when Primus, the Darkness itself, birthed Theaten from Lilith’s womb. Neither thesapien nor vampire, Theaten demanded classification, and the Ledger obliged, naming him Immortalis. From that inscription flowed the dual nature of all such beings: the Vero, the true self, and the Evro, the vessel of primal fury. Theaten became The Vero, his shadow Kane the Evro, bound by rules that permitted merger only at rare sufferance. This was no arbitrary notation. The Ledger governs the fractures of power, ensuring that even gods walk in divided forms, their unity a privilege revoked at whim.

Its reach extends beyond nomenclature. Contracts sealed in Irkalla bear the Ledger’s indelible script, binding souls across the Deep. Barter thrives in the kingdoms, feudal lords trade with hell itself, and every exchange, every tribute bred from thesapien stock, finds validation or condemnation in its pages. The Ad Sex Speculum, those six mirrors of the Anubium, reflect the Immortalis ceaselessly, portals for surveillance and intervention, all under the Ledger’s watchful inscription. Behmor, lesser Immortalis and king of that infernal realm, administers these edicts, but the Ledger precedes him, its voice the final utterance.

Consider Nicolas, son of Primus and Boaca Baer, ripped from his mother’s arms and schooled in Irkalla’s demonic arts. Rumours whisper of madness born from that severance, yet the Ledger inscribed him Immortalis without hesitation, granting Vero and Evro in equal measure. His domain, Corax Asylum, stands as testament to its power: a labyrinth of cells and chambers where thesapiens and vampires alike are declared insane at his pronouncement, their fates ledger-bound. The Pauci Electi, those seven thesapien pretenders, breed Immolesses every century in futile challenge, their rituals etched only to be erased.

The Ledger endures as the Deep’s unblinking eye, indifferent to the chaos it perpetuates. Primus stripped Lilith of sovereignty and plunged the suns to eternal dusk, but the Ledger recorded it impassively, its pages filling with the contracts of the damned. Vampires hunt thesapiens, mobs rise in turn, and Irkalla swallows the fallout, each soul weighed and inscribed. It determines not merely who lives or dies, but the terms under which they pay, bleed, and beg for the mercy it alone can withhold.

Yet in its cold precision lies the Deep’s fragile order, a balance of appetite and restraint, where even Immortalis bow to the weight of its rulings. To question the Ledger is to invite its judgement, for it sees all, records all, and in the Anubium’s gloom, it decides.

Immortalis Book One August 2026