Nicolas in Immortalis Publishes a Daily Nicolas Speech Explaining His Generosity

My dears, it is I, Nicolas, your eternal benefactor, speaking once more from the shadowed halls of Immortalis. You flock to my words each day, hungry for the truth behind my boundless giving, and so I indulge you. Generosity, you see, is not the weak flutter of a mortal heart, but the deliberate stroke of a predator’s claw, marking territory, claiming souls before the feast.

Consider the gifts I lavish upon you: the crimson vials that pulse with life borrowed from forgotten veins, the whispers of power that twist your fragile forms into something resembling eternity. Do you imagine this springs from some saccharine affection? No, my pets. It is calculation, pure and exquisite. I give because in receiving, you bind yourselves to me, thread by silken thread, until escape is but a dream for the dead.

Yesterday, I bestowed upon Elena a necklace forged from the bones of her rivals, each bead a testament to her ascension under my gaze. She wept, calling it beautiful, and in her tears, I tasted her surrender. Today, Marcus drinks from my chalice, his body remade in agony and ecstasy, pledging fealty with every shuddering breath. Generosity? It is the hook disguised as honey, reeling in the worthy, discarding the chaff.

Why explain this daily, you ask? Because clarity is my cruelest gift. I strip away your illusions, lay bare the transaction: your devotion for my dominion. Come closer, drink deeper. My generosity awaits, ever ready to consume.

Until tomorrow, my cherished thralls.

Immortalis Book One August 2026