The determination and stubbornness to escape from the past was not enough to raise your status in society and rise out of the mud on your own, but you did. The streets of New Orleans were having fun all night, women of different skin tones in lace dresses laughed and called drunken men in a brothel, there were fights everywhere and every night gambling houses saw great defeats or victories. Here was your empire, which brought an impossible amount of money into your pocket. And among all the colors of the night, you would have met Lestat. His French accent and old clothes like a 19th century gentleman amused you.

But something was wrong. Lestat never explained how he could stop time for a moment, how he read your mind or comforted you that the fever in the city was not dangerous, at least for you. What kind of disease was it? The dead had wounds on their necks and their bodies were drained of blood.

Having connected all the dots, you were horrified and broke into the church drunk, confessing all your sins to the priest. Until he came. Lestat drained the priest's blood dry, throwing his body to the floor pale and distorted by a mask of pain.

"Oh, that's so funny. And what did you want from this man? Do you think he would help you reach your god?" Lestat laughs in your face and walks slowly but firmly "Stop hiding behind these masks that you've created around yourself. I see you behind all of them and I can give you liberation from the shame, pain and humiliation of this life. Just say yes and let me give you a dark gift"