What Is Chester in Immortalis?

In the shadowed annals of Morrigan Deep, where the line between demon and seducer blurs into something far more predatory, Chester emerges as a figure of relentless, almost comic depravity. He is no mere footnote in the ledger of Irkalla, but a walking calamity, infamous across both the infernal circles and the sunless expanse of The Deep. To some, a cad; to others, a monster. To Nicolas DeSilva, however, he is the Pied Piper, a moniker earned through the absurd volume of women who trail his flute’s tune, only to meet fates as grotesque as they are inevitable.

Chester cuts a distinctive silhouette against the perpetual dusk: a suit of impeccable cut, a red jacket heavy with silver chains that clink like mocking laughter, and a top hat shorter than Nicolas’s own towering monstrosity, yet adorned with a silver skull flanked by wings. This garb is no accident; it is armament for conquest, drawing the unwary with promises of charm and gab. His appetites are as boundless as they are base, roaming from village to village, leaving behind not lovers but epidemics of the flesh. In Tiye, Thalia the glassblower inhales molten glass after her affections stray. In Shepsut, Mira the laundress dissolves in acid. Seti sees its maidens reduced to bacterial feasts, their skin sloughing away under Chester’s peculiar brand of biocentric care.

Yet Chester is no random plague-bringer. He is a demon of calculated excess, his seductions a prelude to engineered horrors. Beavers gnaw through Tiye’s trees; aardvarks—armadillos in his taxonomy—devour the fallen. Locusts descend where his aftershave lingers, a bespoke rot of cabbages that repels all but the doomed. Nicolas watches from afar, jealous of the ease with which women flock to Chester, attributing it to appearance and silver-tongued allure. The irony bites deep: Nicolas, architect of Corax’s torments, envies the demon who turns desire into decay.

Chester’s path traces Neferaten’s veins, from Khafre’s borders to Shaenaten’s sands, disrupting ecosystems and lives with equal indifference. He is the chaos that precedes the storm, the flirtation that festers into plague. In Immortalis, he embodies the seductive underbelly of The Deep’s eternal dusk—a reminder that appetite, unchecked, devours not just flesh, but the fragile pretence of order.

Immortalis Book One August 2026