Nicodemus in Immortalis Records a Daily Nicolas Observation on Behaviour

Another night descends upon the spire, and Lord Nicolas stirs with the precision of a blade drawn from its sheath. I, Nicodemus, his appointed chronicler, commit to parchment this daily observation of his behaviour, as duty demands. The hour is early, yet his presence already dominates the chamber, a shadow that bends light to its will.

He rises without haste, his gaze sweeping the room like a predator assessing territory. No word is wasted; his commands come in gestures, sharp and unyielding. This evening, he summoned Elara to his side, her form trembling under the weight of his scrutiny. He circled her slowly, fingers trailing the curve of her neck, not with tenderness, but with the calculation of one who dissects. “Kneel,” he said, voice low, and she obeyed, chains rattling softly against stone. His behaviour here reveals the core: control absolute, pleasure derived from surrender.

Later, as the coven gathered, Nicolas held court from his throne of obsidian. Disputes among the lesser bloods were laid bare, and he dispensed judgement with sardonic relish. One fool, a fledgling who dared question rations, met his end swiftly, throat torn open in a spray of crimson that painted the walls. Nicolas licked the residue from his lips, eyes gleaming. “Obedience is not requested,” he remarked to the silenced assembly, “it is extracted.” Such displays underscore his method: fear as the finest aphrodisiac, behaviour laced with erotic cruelty.

In solitude, he pores over ancient tomes, his mind a labyrinth of schemes. Tonight, he murmured of the mortal incursions beyond the veil, plotting retaliation with cold precision. No rage colours his plans, only a quiet, predatory anticipation. His touch upon the page is almost reverent, yet I know that reverence extends only so far as utility serves.

As dawn threatens, he retreats to his crypt, dismissing all with a wave. Elara remains, bound for his amusement, her whimpers the lullaby to his rest. Nicolas’s behaviour, observed thus, is a symphony of dominance: sadistic, unyielding, eternally hungry. Tomorrow’s record will note if the pattern holds, or if some new whim alters the dance.

Immortalis Book One August 2026