Why Desire in Immortalis Is Always Complicated
In the shadowed realms of Morrigan Deep, where eternal dusk cloaks the land in perpetual ambiguity, desire among the Immortalis manifests not as a simple yearning, but as a force both primal and corrosive. These beings, born of Primus and Lilith, or forged through his deliberate fractures, embody appetites that transcend mortal bounds. Blood, flesh, and dominion entwine with urges that demand satisfaction, yet satisfaction eludes them, twisted by their very nature into cycles of pursuit and destruction. To grasp why desire remains eternally fraught for the Immortalis, one must dissect the foundational cruelties of their existence.
The Immortalis classification, inscribed in the Rationum of Irkalla’s Anubium, marks them as unique, neither thesapien nor vampire, but entities of unrestrained hunger. Theaten, the first, gorged on blood and flesh indiscriminately, his sadism igniting unrest across The Deep. Primus responded by cleaving him: the Vero, the true self, and the Evro, bearer of the rawest impulses. This bifurcation, echoed in Nicolas and his Evro, Kane, was meant to temper excess, yet it merely compartmentalised it. Desire, once a singular blaze, became dual flames, each feeding the other. The Vero schemes with refined cruelty, the Evro hunts with feral abandon, and their occasional merger unleashes the full, unbridled storm. Intimacy, then, is never private; it risks unleashing the beast within, where pleasure bleeds into peril.
Consider Nicolas, whose appetites define the archetype. His pursuits begin with theatrical charm, a pocket watch glinting, a top hat tilted just so. Yet beneath lies an abyss. Women who captivate him meet fates both inventive and grim: the candlemaker’s daughter impaled in her own shop, the taxidermist severed by her own tools, the seamstress sewn shut. Rejection ignites not sorrow, but retaliation, each death a canvas for his ingenuity. Even those who yield face erasure. Clara, the milkmaid, dies on a rake during an “exorcism.” Scarlet, the taxidermist, carries her own head. Desire for Nicolas is ownership, fleeting and fatal, for he cannot endure what he cannot command.
This possessiveness stems from their origins. Immortalis crave not mere flesh, but total subjugation, a reflection of Primus’s own dominion over creation. Lilith’s cult sought to chain him, mirroring the fractures within her son. Nicolas, ripped from his Baer mother, educated in Irkalla’s depths, views love as contract, intimacy as conquest. His Evro, Webster, rationalises it: control prevents loss. Yet loss haunts him. Behmor, his son with Kyrie, was torn from her arms, her body later caged in torment. The pattern repeats: affection curdles into captivity, for vulnerability invites annihilation.
Allyra’s entanglement exemplifies the complication. Her ascent, blood by blood, awakens something unprecedented in Nicolas. He gifts her Ghorab, the raven, a tether disguised as freedom. He builds theatres, hosts spectacles, yet jealousy festers. When she hunts with Kane or shares blood with Theaten, he lashes out, flogging tributes, smashing clocks. Desire for her is not satiation, but siege. He drugs her to dull her strength, mesmerises her to erase dissent, yet whispers love in the aftermath. The Vero courts, the Evro claims, and the merger devours. Even sovereignty, her quest’s crown, serves his design: a vessel for power he cannot seize alone.
Immortalis desire complicates because immortality amplifies without refining. Urges that mortals temper through mortality persist unchecked, fracturing into Vero restraint and Evro savagery. Possession supplants partnership, jealousy supplants joy. Nicolas watches Allyra sleep, his hand possessive on her form, knowing she could eclipse him, yet unable to release his grip. In Morrigan Deep, under eternal dusk, desire binds as surely as chains, a knot of bloodlust, control, and unspoken ruin.
Immortalis Book One August 2026