Keiō: Son of Yoko. Keiō means King Kyo, or so Google Translate says anyways. And supossedly Kyo is short for Kyoto, huh didn't know that until now. :D
Little tidbit, when I usually say Demon/demon in my work, I view them as Japanese Demons, Youkai. Most Demons I've seen from differing Animes and Mangas give them a fairly tame out put, making them seem more humanoid in actions. They will be Japanese Demons unless stated otherwise. When I mention Western Demons, they're demonic. So, Demons usually can be viewed as a different race that is basically what we would call monsters who act like humans do, good and bad. :D
And here's a brief summary of my idea:
It's the story of a boy named Kyo who is truly the son of a demon/monster king who had been exiled into a human form and lost his memories (as the deal with Shinigami (death god(Japanese equivalent of the Grim Reaper) called for) who is now struggling with keeping the rest of his family safe who are also like him; exiled demon royalty, the Jinkuuri as powerful humans have caught wind of these Jinkuuri and are hunting them and Kyo struggles to save those he calls family, the rest of the Jinkuuri who scatter to the nine Elemental Countries.
And now, here's the excerpt! Enjoy!
We used to be 12 people strong. But they're dead, they were killed. No - murdered. All because of a stupid human's fear of the unknown.
The villagers had flown into a rage, shouting things like they should have never let us into the village gates, that we all were demons possessing human shells and to release those "poor souls" trapped in merciless clutches of the demons, we had to be killed.
They murdered Shinta, oh lovable Shinta-chan. She was the only one who understood me since she was only two years older than me and she filled me up with such a warmth, I wondered at the time if that was what to have a mother felt like, but looking back now, I don't know if that was the case.
They tortured Kian-sama. He was the one who lead us, kept us safe. Then he died, having lost too much blood, had lost in such an undignified way when he should have died with honor, with the blood of his enemies around him and with his own blood mingling, should have died protecting us. But they didn’t give him a chance. The only thing he succeeded in doing in death was giving us the time to run.
They did such horrible things to Inuka-sama, things I didn't fully understand at first. And I saw it all. But now, all three of them are dead. I can still see their tortured and horrified faces whenever I try to close my eyes to sleep. They're in my nightmare, crying out for me to help and then Shinigami-sama comes and takes them and they go willingly. They should have never accepted their deaths so easily, that's what makes it so hard, what makes the dreams nightmares.
But I have to wonder, as I lay in my own pool of blood, propped against a tree, a kunai clenched feebly in my loosely held fist, will I accept death as gracefully as they did?
I'm only fourteen, nearly fifteen, a year away from being an adult. I have all my life ahead of me, and I've seen so much in my short life, but ...I guess the question is if the rest of the Pack will forgive me if I accepted Shinigami-sama's hand.
I tilt my head, gazing at the green leaves of the tree, eyes glimmering with unshed tears, my vision already fading to black as I feel the first tear slide down my cheek.
Is death really all that bad?
Claps hands with glee. Oh I LOVE that ending!
Here's the Writing Prompt: Answer the question Kyo-kun asks with at least three-five sentences. Enjoy!