Rise of the Dark son

[Kyo]

This place in the tale your are now hearing is real, it is not unlike our own. only difference being the Humans here are aware demons exsist, technology is far more advanced and all the Humans live in one country to be safier against the Demons. Not all the demons are against human kind, there are those clans of demons that do what they can to help them. One so clan being the Hinasaki clan, lead by mitsu hinasaki. This tale is about a 13 year old demon male, Masamune.


Waking up, his body would shift, turning in his bed. The sound of his feet hitting the cold hard brick floor of his mother's castle echoed through the room. his left hand trailed from the bed beside him, to his eye's, cleaning the sleep out of them, as he finished he squnited his eyes, the room slowly coming into focus.

It was a darkly colored room, the walls brick, black curtains and black bed sheets. paintings naked human woman being impaled on blades and hung on crosses litterd the brick walls around his room. he would stand up, moving to his closet, with his sudden movment his neck length black hair fell in his eyes.(more coming soon!]

 

[Kyo]

He suffled through his closet, finding the only clothing he liked, black pant's with a black shirt that only had one sleeve. The sounds of running foot steps echoed throughout the hall way, moving closer to his door, his gaze would shift slightly to his door as it slammed open, revealing his sister. "aki..?" His sister was 6 years older than him, 19 and fully grown. Her body had developed the curves and fine breast line the women in his family were famus for. his body shifted from the closet turning toward her.
"Mother said you are to meet with her as soon as you wake."
His eyes closed pondering what it could be his mother wanted, what was so urgent as for him to appear before her so early. The woman never even showed herself to anyone before 9pm, when the sun was down. Having told her younger brother what she was ordered to, she turned away, the black cloack she wore trailing across the gray brick floor as he left. He would finish changing, than walking out his door. It made aloud slamming sound as it closed. Walking down the corridor of the castle it was't much different from his room. brick walls, brick floors, gore and nudity splatterd on the wall. a black or velvet curtain covering a window. As he approached the door to his mother's room, he knocked loudly~
"come in."