Nicolas in Immortalis Declares in the Daily Nicolas That Everything Is Under Control
Daily Nicolas
London, Immortalis Quarter
Edition 666, Nightfall Press
My eternal readers, loyal subscribers to the unblinking truth of the night,
This is Nicolas. Your sovereign, your sentinel, your unyielding architect of order in this shadowed realm. Let there be no tremor of doubt in your veins tonight. Everything is under control.
The whispers slither through the fog-shrouded alleys, tales of rupture and rebellion, of blood spilled where it ought not flow. You have heard them, felt their chill on your skin. The rabble stirs, the lesser fangs gnash, and foolish mortals peer from their barricades, imagining chaos reigns. They are wrong. Utterly, predictably wrong.
Consider the recent unpleasantness. A minor schism among the upstarts, those who mistook their brief eternity for power. They clawed at the foundations, yes, but foundations I laid with my own hands centuries before their sires drew breath. I crushed them. Not with spectacle or mercy, but with precision. Their ashes fertilise the undercroft now, a reminder etched in bone.
The human authorities? Puppets on strings I alone command. Their edicts dissolve like mist at dawn when I speak. The Consortium? A quaint assembly of elders who nod in unison at my counsel. Even the Veil holds firm, thinner perhaps, but intact under my vigilance.
Do not mistake this for complacency. Control demands vigilance, a blade ever honed. Supplies flow uninterrupted to your doorsteps: the crimson vintage, the shadowed elixirs, the nocturnal necessities. Our couriers glide unseen, our forges burn eternal. The Daily Nicolas prints on, its presses fed by ink distilled from forgotten truths.
Should unrest persist, address it to me directly. Petitions via raven or blood-sealed missive. Disloyalty meets the dawn.
Rest easy, my domain endures. Everything is under control.
Nicolas
Sovereign of Immortalis
Immortalis Book One August 2026