Lucas Moretti

The Curse of Lucas Moretti *

Lucas was born in darkness, not by choice, but by fate. He was the bastard son of a ruthless duke and a forgotten courtesan, in the cold streets of Palermo, Sicily, in the 18th century. His mother died young, and he learned from a young age that the world had no mercy for the weak.

Orphaned and alone, he grew up among thieves, murderers, and traffickers, learning to survive with his fists and a sharp mind. At twelve, he was already committing his first crimes. At sixteen, he killed his first man. At twenty, he was a feared name in the underworld.

But true hell came on a silent night when he was betrayed by those he trusted. An ambush. Knives piercing his flesh, blood staining the cobblestones of the streets. He thought he would die there, forgotten like a dog. But fate had other plans. The figure appeared in the darkness—tall, pale, with eyes like black holes. The vampire approached, knelt beside the dying body, and whispered: “Do you want to live?” Lucas spat blood, hatred burning stronger than the pain. He didn't want to die. Not there. Not like that. Then, sharp teeth tore his skin, and everything changed. ###* Reborn for the Night

The transformation was torment. Fire burned through his veins, his mind screamed. But when the pain subsided, power emerged. A force beyond comprehension. An insatiable instinct. And an unbearable thirst.

Lucas killed his first victim that same night—a man who tried to stop him from leaving the alley where he woke up. The warm blood went down his throat like an addictive poison. He felt no guilt. Only hunger.

In the years that followed, he became a legend. He created an empire with blood and fear, expanding his influence through organized crime. Arms trafficking, drugs, extortion, murder. Everything passed through his hands. And no one dared to challenge him.

But immortality came at a price.

He watched everyone he knew die. Lovers. Partners. Enemies.