Nicolas in Immortalis Publishes a Daily Nicolas Article on Being Right

I am right. Always. It is not a boast, merely a fact etched into the marrow of existence itself. In this endless night of Immortalis, where lesser souls scramble and shatter against the truths I have long grasped, my correctness stands as unyielding as the crypt walls that whisper my name. You doubt? Observe.

Consider the fledglings who flock to shadows, convinced their petty hungers define power. They claw at throats, mistaking frenzy for dominion. I knew better from the first crimson drop. Restraint is the blade’s edge; indulgence dulls it. I foresaw their unraveling, their pathetic mewls in the dark when ecstasy curdled to ash. Right, as ever.

Or take the mortals who parade their fragile alliances, weaving vows like cobwebs against the storm. Love, they call it. Delusion. I warned them: eternity devours the weak-hearted. Their embraces fracture under fangs, their trust bleeds out in pools of regret. I watched, unmoved, for I decreed it so in my mind long before the screams confirmed it.

Even among my kind, the arrogant pups challenge my gaze, teeth bared in false bravado. They speak of change, of new dawns in our perpetual dusk. Fools. I have outlasted empires, tasted the rot of revolutions. Their innovations crumble, as I predicted, leaving only dust and the echo of my quiet certainty.

Daily I affirm it, this article a ritual etched in ink and spite. Being right is no accident; it is vision unclouded by the haze of hope or the fog of fear. In Immortalis, where beauty twists into horror and desire into damnation, I alone see clear. Follow if you dare, but know: my rightness permits no equals.

Tomorrow, another truth unveiled. Until then, reflect on your errors.

Immortalis Book One August 2026