The Eclipse of the red moon blood

The Morano mansion had never felt this silent.

Its corridors usually breathed with the footsteps of guards, the low hum of generators, the murmured orders of men trained to kill for the family. 

But tonight, silence wrapped around the walls like a shroud unnatural, heavy, too still for a house that belonged to the most feared bloodline on the western coast.

Alessia felt it long before the pain started.

She stood at the balcony of the east wing, fingers gripping the railing, her breath fogging the night air as she watched the taillights of Luca, Donato, and Romeo's Cars fade beyond the wrought-iron gates. 

They left in a rush—too fast, too tense—answering a call that smelled of danger. 

The mission to Averia City was supposed to be quick, surgical. 

Recover their son and his stolen heart, take back what belonged to Morano blood, and return before dawn.

But the moment the gates clanged shut, something inside Alessia twisted.

Something cold....Something warning.

Behind her, Daisy hovered with arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes locked onto the same darkness.

"They shouldn't have left us," Daisy muttered. "Not tonight, not with everything happening."

"They said it was urgent," Alessia whispered, but her voice trembled. "And Luca promised he would call once they reached the city outskirts."

Daisy gave her a look—soft, knowing, weighted.

"For men like them, promises are only as safe as the bullets chasing them."

Alessia shut her eyes Daisy wasn't wrong.

The pain hit sharply then—low, brutal, a twisting force ripping through her abdomen.

Her fingers slipped from the railing.

Daisy caught her just before her knees hit the marble.

"Alessia! Hey—look at me.....Talk to me...What's that?"

Alessia clenched her teeth, breath shaking.

"I… I think—I think it's time…"

Her voice broke into a gasp.

Daisy's eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my God.....No...Not now. ...Not when Luca isn't even— Alessia, hold on."

But another ripple of pain burned through her, harder and deeper, dragging a cry from her chest.

Daisy moved into action instantly.

"Stay here—I'm calling the midwife."

"No—don't leave me alone—" Alessia's voice cracked with fear.

"I'll be two minutes! Just breathe!"

Daisy sprinted down the hallway, her footsteps echoing like gunshots through the silent mansion. 

Alessia struggled to pull in air, sweat already sliding down her forehead. 

The contractions were too close—too sudden—too violent.

This wasn't supposed to happen now.

Not without Luca, not without the father of her sons.

The next scream tore out of her throat before she could stop it.

When Daisy returned, she wasn't alone.

A midwife wrapped in a dark shawl, hair streaked with silver, and a nervous young nurse carrying a medical kit rushed toward Alessia.

"We need a room...Now," the midwife ordered.

They dragged Alessia half-carried, half-supported into Luca's private chamber. 

Daisy pulled the curtains shut, barking orders at a speed she didn't know she was capable of.

"Towels, Hot water and extra lights moves".

Alessia lay on the wide velvet bed, her breath leaving her in broken sobs.

"I need Luca…" she whispered. "Please… Daisy… call him…"

"I already am," Daisy answered, her hands trembling as she dialed Luca's number yet again. It rang and rang. And broke into voicemail.

Her stomach flipped.

"Try Donato," the midwife urged, focusing on Alessia's breathing.

Daisy dialed Donato but there was no response.

She tried again and nothing.....

Her hands shook harder.

Alessia screamed, the contraction ripping through her with merciless force.

"Please" Alessia cried. "Please find him Daisy, I need him....."

Daisy didn't think—she just ran to the window where the signal was strongest, pressed her phone to her ear, and dialed Donato again.

This time, the call went through.

"Come on… come on, Donato… pick up…"

Three rings and fourth....

On the fifth, the call connected—no words yet, just a faint rustling, like the phone scraping concrete.

"Donato?" Daisy whispered. "Donato, can you hear me? It's Daisy—where are you? What's happening?"

There was a low groan—painful, deep.

Then a voice, strained and broken:

"Daisy…" Her heart stopped.

"Donato....Talk to me—where are you—?"

But before she could finish—

A SHOT cracked through the line.

Alessia flinched on the bed.

Daisy froze, blood draining from her face.

"DONATO!" she screamed.

The phone fell onto the windowsill as another voice—cold, amused, terrifying—laughed from the other end of the call.

Another voice but not the Luca they knew.

A raw, agonized shout ripped through the speaker, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

"LUCA....LUCA.....TALK TO ME!" Daisy screamed.

But the line went dead, Static and silent.

Daisy's knees buckled. She pressed a hand to her chest, forcing herself to breathe.

Something was horribly, viciously wrong.

She turned, her face pale as moonlight.

"Alessia…" Her voice cracked.

"I think—they're in danger."

Alessia let out a cry—not from labor this time, but pure heartbreak.

"No… no… Daisy… don't tell me that… not tonight…"

But there was no time to explain, because another contraction hit—this one savage, forcing Alessia's body to curl forward.

The midwife barked,

"We're crowning! Daisy—NOW. Come here!"

Daisy ran to the bedside, grabbed Alessia's shaking hand, and held it tight.

"Focus on me," she whispered fiercely. "Forget everything else. Right now—it's just you and your babies."

Alessia nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The room filled with commands, breathing, pushing, crying—chaos and miracle woven together.

Minutes stretched into an eternity.

Then— A cry exploded into the room.

A boy ...A perfect, furious little boy.

Daisy gasped in awe as the midwife lifted him.

But Alessia wasn't done.

Her body clenched again, harder this time.

"Another" the midwife yelled. "There's another child!"

Daisy's eyes widened.

"The twins… Alessia… Luca told me… but I didn't believe…"

Alessia sobbed, exhausted, overwhelmed, pushing with the last shards of strength she possessed.

Another cry...Another boy. Both crying. Both alive, both Morano blood.

The midwife handed them over—tiny bodies wrapped in white blankets, both screaming like warriors.

Alessia held them, shaking, breathless, a soft sob slipping out of her.

"My boys…" she whispered. "My beautiful boys…"

But Daisy didn't smile, not fully .

Because something icy still sat in her chest—Luca's shout, Donato's groan, the sinister laugh on the phone.

She moved back to the window, trying the numbers again.

Luca—unreachable. And Donator's dead line.

Her heartbeat grew faster, louder, drowning out the newborn cries.

Something was terribly wrong in Averia City. 

*******

BACK IN AVERIA CITY 

The old factory smelled of dust, blood, and centuries-old rust.

Moonlight leaked through cracked windows, painting long shadows across the floor.

Luca knelt, wrists tied behind him, breath ragged, blood streaming down the side of his face. 

His right eye was already bruised shut, but he kept forcing his gaze to stay sharp.

Stay alive....Stay conscious....Donato needed him.

Just a few feet away, Donato Morano—the man feared by nations, the lion of the Morano legacy—lay unconscious in a pool of his own blood. 

His chest barely rose. The gunshot wound on his shoulder wasn't clean. It was brutal, deliberate.

A few meters away, Romeo paced with slow, predatory steps, the gun still warm in his hand.

His smile was wrong—too calm for a man who had just betrayed his family.

Luca gritted his teeth.

"You're sick," he spat. "You shot Donato. You think you'll live to see sunlight?"

Romeo stopped walking and turned, eyes cold with hatred—and something else. Obsession.

"He never deserved Daisy," Romeo said, voice dripping venom. "She deserved a man who would put her first. Not some mafia king who treats hearts like currency."

Luca's stomach clenched. "So that was the motive."

Daisy....Romeo smirked.

"You Moranos took everything from me. But I'll take something back."

He walked to an old rusty shelf leaning against the wall.

With a dramatic sweep of his hand, he pulled away a decayed wooden plank.

Behind it— A hidden compartment.

Luca's breath hitched.

No....No, it couldn't be.

Romeo reached inside and pulled out a thick, ancient black book—the Great Black Book of the Morano lineage. 

The one generations of enemies had killed for. 

The one Donato spent years hunting. 

The key to saving their missing son.....And the morano empire's future and image... The Moranos are never defeated .

Romeo held it with reverence, almost in awe.

"So much trouble… for a stupid book."

He flipped it open. A strange glow pulsed from its pages—old, powerful, dangerous.

Luca felt dread creep up his spine.

"Romeo," he growled, struggling against his restraints. "If you burn that book—you end the Morano line. You kill our chance of saving my son. You destroy everything Donato built."

Romeo shrugged.

"That's the idea."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter—small, silver, deadly.

The flame flicked alive.

The book glowed brighter—like it sensed danger.

Red shadows crawled along the floor, rising from the cracks, as if the very air was reacting to the threat.

Luca felt his entire bloodstream ice over.

"DON'T YOU DARE—" he roared, lunging forward even though the ropes tore deeper into his wrists.

Romeo only laughed.

The flame about to kiss the first page. The entire room shifted , Lights dimming and shadows warping.

The air thickening with a pulse that felt alive.

Luca looked outside the shattered window.

The night sky was turning red. Not metaphorically..literally .

A crimson hue spread like blood spilled across the heavens.

A warning, a curse, a call to destiny. It was the Red moon blood eclipse .

Romeo didn't notice. He was too busy smiling at the fire gathering in his palm.

"I'm gonna set it ablaze," he whispered. "And watch your world turn to ash."

Luca's heart hammered.....He needed to act very fast.

Before the book burned. Before Donato son's fate dissolved into smoke.

Before the Morano empire fell....