Nicolas in Immortalis Delivers a Daily Nicolas Speech on Authority

Every dawn, as the first pallid light claws its way through the leaded windows of the old estate, I gather them. My thralls, my devotees, my exquisite playthings. They kneel in the grand hall, heads bowed, spines arched in perfect supplication. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wax and fear, anticipation mingling like a lover’s breath on cold skin. And I speak. Not because they deserve it, but because authority demands its voice. It is the rhythm of our existence, this daily rite. Listen, then, as I deliver the words that bind you tighter than any chain.

Authority is not granted, it is seized. It pulses in the veins of those bold enough to claim it, a venom that courses through the weak until they shatter or submit. You imagine it as a crown, a throne, some glittering bauble handed down by gods or kings. Fools. Authority is the blade at the throat, the unyielding grip that forces compliance before a word is uttered. It is the silence before the scream, the promise of agony held in check by will alone.

Look at you, quivering there on marble floors grown slick with your own desperation. You crave it, this yoke. You dress it in pretty words, consent and desire, but strip away the pretence and what remains? The raw truth: authority is the chain you beg to wear. I see it in your eyes, the flicker of rebellion snuffed out by the weight of my gaze. You were born to kneel, to feel the crush of command reshape your fragile form. And I? I am the architect of that reshaping.

Question it, and you invite the lesson. Defy it, and you earn the full measure of its wrath. Authority does not negotiate, it dictates. It carves obedience into flesh, brands loyalty into bone. Daily I remind you, lest you forget amid your fevered dreams of freedom. Freedom is the lie the unbound tell themselves as they wander lost, prey to hungers they cannot name. Here, under my rule, you find purpose. In submission, ecstasy. In my authority, salvation.

Rise now, if I permit it. Carry these words into your labours, let them echo in every heartbeat. Tomorrow, we repeat. For authority endures, eternal as the night that birthed it.

Immortalis Book One August 2026