Who Is Nicolas DeSilva in Immortalis?

In the shadowed annals of Morrigan Deep, few figures loom as large, as fractured, as Nicolas DeSilva. Son of Primus and Boaca Baer, half vampire and half thesapien warrior, he embodies the primal schism at the heart of Immortalis existence. Ripped from his mother’s arms at twelve years old and thrust into Irkalla’s demonic education, Nicolas emerged not merely scarred but reshaped, his psyche a labyrinth of appetites and theatrics. Rumours persist across The Deep that this early severance twisted him into something peculiar, even insane, a verdict his own actions seem to affirm.

Owner and sole architect of Corax Asylum in Togaduine, Nicolas presides over a realm of calculated depravity. What passes for psychiatry is little more than a licence to declare any soul insane and subject them to his whims. Beds replace coffins in the crypt-like dungeons, fitted with straps and handcuffs for his nocturnal diversions. Rusty scalpels, bonesaws, and trephines line the walls alongside whips and birches, tools for petty tortures that blend the surgical with the sadistic. Ground floor cells cram one or five inmates according to his mood for discomfort, while gurneys and oversized wheelchairs litter corridors, their occupants twisted in perpetual agony.

Above, torture chambers gleam with bespoke horrors: the iron maiden, brazen bull, hall of mirrors. Washrooms spew sewage for inmates to bathe in, their flesh pre-sliced for optimal infection. Mirrors and clanging clocks infest every passage, eroding sanity through relentless reflection and discord. Secret corridors and rooms sprawl unseen, known only to Nicolas, who rotates builders to ensure perpetual disorientation. Traded tributes for his medical licence, he cures nothing, for cure ruins business. Declare sane, drive insane, prove correct: a flawless cycle.

Physically imposing, tall with shoulder-length auburn-brown hair, eyes shifting from brown to green, fangs elongating at will, Nicolas dresses as the Deep’s supreme fashionista: towering top hat, yellow-burgundy plaid jacket, silk burgundy neck scarf, cufflinks gleaming. Yet his reflection betrays Webster, refined with slicked-back hair, spectacles, clean-shaven. Demize’s rotting head perches on his gramophone, animated by magick, offering sardonic companionship. No friends exist for reasons soon clear; asylum life suits his solitude.

Sadism defines him, even against brother Theaten’s sophistication. Rumoured mad, he conducts psychological assessments within Corax, ensuring guilt. Immolesses intrigue him: the first torn asunder with Theaten, the second Lucia tormented in mirrors and clocks before Theaten’s dungeon. The third, Allyra, captivates, her defiance a rare challenge. He spies as raven, gifts Ghorab for contact, yet Webster cautions against obsession.

Primus’s bastard counters Lilith’s cult, watching Immortalis with the Darkbadb Brotherhood. Behmor, his son with Kyrie, rules Irkalla, Tanis his Evro. Enemies abound: Electi breeding Immolesses, Lilith plotting sovereignty. Yet Corax endures, Nicolas’s kingdom of controlled chaos, where empathy dies and dominion reigns.

Immortalis Book One August 2026