In the Amazon rainforest, one night in 2002...Even the moon was too afraid to show itself.
He was born from the darkness, but he never belonged to it.
A vampire living in a castle deep within the forest, and his family residing nearby, were in search of nourishment—they were hungry.
The eldest of the family's two sons was about to find something.
Lucas, the firstborn, a vampire standing at 1.90 meters, with sharp facial features, jet-black hair, pale skin, and eyes of a reddish-brown hue.
Lucas began to run through the forest; he had caught the scent of his prey.
He captured the man, bit the mortal, and finally reached his source of nourishment: blood.
He collected the remaining blood in a container and took it back to the castle to satisfy his family's hunger.
> The Lord of Darkness, Vampire Lucas. His name means "light born at dawn."
Lucas MARTIN
The night was our comfort; we were creatures of the dark.
I had gone to visit my friend Markus. They gave me good news.
His wife, my friend Akasha, began to speak—she was pregnant.
The news that my friends were expecting a child made me happy.
A new member joining our vampire lineage… that was good.
I never understood the mortals who hired hunters to kill us.
Yes, we feed on their blood, but it's our necessity.
During the day, when sunlight dominates, it's difficult to hunt for nourishment.
That's why we store blood at night.
Feeding on one victim and storing the rest of the blood is usually the easiest way.
But not always… Sometimes I struggle to find prey.
We try not to go out in the sunlight too much during the day.
Sunlight is torture for us.
If we're exposed to it, we weaken quickly—just like when we smell garlic.
Two days later
I was exhausted, so I rested at the castle.
I wonder what sleep feels like.
Or what it's like to be mortal.
Do people die in their sleep, or do they sleep after dying?
I was too weak to go out and hunt.
My energy had dropped.
Lucas—the vampire who hates himself every time he's forced to drink blood.
He lived alone in his vast castle, separate from his family.
He sometimes watched movies and cooked food like humans,
but never enjoyed it.
Yet, reading novels and playing the piano brought him peace.
Sometimes he poured his feelings onto a canvas.
Lucas's pale skin almost glowed under the moonlight.
His black hair was as dark as the night itself.
His eyes sparkled with a mysterious, earthy tone.
Time didn't seem to weigh him down.
He was a shadow quietly carrying the secrets of centuries.
To others, he was merely a stranger,
but behind that mask was a deep and aching loneliness.
He wandered among humans, quietly touching their lives.
As Lucas walked the empty streets of the city,
the world around him always felt like the same story.
The rush, the laughter, and worries of humans seemed so distant—
as if from another realm.
Knowing that everything he touched would eventually disappear gave him both strength and sorrow.
He wanted to get close to people,
but the curse of eternal life always pulled him back.
He couldn't make friends.
Lucas's greatest secret was the fragile hope he carried inside:
That maybe one day, he'd find someone as lonely and mysterious as himself.
Someone with whom he could share both the darkness and the light.
But for now, he only spoke with the night, stared at the stars,
and hid the deep sorrow no one else ever saw.
He needed to feed—urgently.
Daylight had already arrived.
But how could he feed while the sun reigned?
It was nearly impossible.
Yet his hunger was unbearable.
He had to go.
He left the castle and tried to stay in the shadows.
The path was long, for he had not yet caught the scent of a mortal.
Finally, in the distance, he found one.
He ran, bit the victim, drank the blood, and stored the rest.
Then, he began his return to the castle, running fast while staying within the shadows.
As he moved, a massive light and a glowing silhouette shining from within it
blinded him—
and he fell to the ground...