(Have NO clue why the previous post is blank so I'm rewriting it here!)
The sky was black like the night should be, the lights in the sky were of many different colours like it always has been before. 
 There was one particular outcast that stood out here. Out of the many beings that were here, He stood out the most.  Yes, this was no other than the new arrival, Kigruruk Ce'takchs-ni, a fourteen year old demon boy that was cast out of his home and left to rot right here, in Koschei isle.
“Why is this?” You might ask.
His royal blood was raging and filled with sorrow. This boy, once lived a life of luxury near Moon Bay with his parents and older brother. Now all he can do is resent his family. The family that threw him out and left him to survive on his own.  This demon boy, he killed one of his own kind, but not with purpose or reason. It was more of an accident really. His power, wasn't like any other demons out there.  He was able to consume his one family member and gain his ability, but it ended up with him ending that family members life. He had no idea of this ability though. 
 He just laid down in an alley covered by his torn blanket. It was night, as was stated before, but for some reason, tonight was different for the boy.  
The merchants in there cabins and tents getting ready to drift off into the dream realm. They pack away their merchandise, such as medicine and jewelry to give to that special someone, so that no one could steal it with ease. But, once again, tonight was different. 
 This boy, Kigruruk, was trying to sleep when he heard a noise coming from on of the merchants' tent. Being a curious boy, he had to check and see for himself what was the commotion.  He saw a demon stealing from this very merchant as he slept. Kigruruk placed a hand on the thieving demon. Suddenly, like that day he was banished from his home, he arm turned black and red as if a monster devoured his arm, he "ate" the demon before him, like he did to his cousin before.  There was no sign of the thief anymore, not even a drop of blood remained. Kigruruk slumped. Knowing he once again killed a member of his own kind.
Devastated by his act, he went back to his torn blanket in the alley way, he knew he wasn't going to sleep tonight.
There was one particular outcast that stood out here. Out of the many beings that were here, He stood out the most. Yes, this was no other than the new arrival, Kigruruk Ce'takchs-ni, a fourteen year old demon boy that was cast out of his home and left to rot right here, in Koschei isle. Why is this? You might ask. His royal blood was raging and filled with sorrow. This boy, once lived a life of luxury near Moon Bay with his parents and older brother. Now all he can do is resent his family. The family that threw him out and left him to survive on his own. This demon boy, he killed one of his own kind, but not with purpose or reason. It was more of an accident really. His power, wasn't like any other demons out there. He was able to consume his one family member and gain his ability, but it ended up with him ending that family members life. He had no idea of this ability though.  He just laid down in an alley covered by his torn blanket. It was night, as was stated before, but for some reason, tonight was different for the boy.The merchants in there cabins and tents getting ready to drift off into the dream realm. They pack away their merchandise, such as medicine and jewelry to give to that special someone, so that no one could steal it with ease. But, once again, tonight was different.This boy, Kigruruk, was trying to sleep when he heard a noise coming from on of the merchants' tent. Being a curious boy, he had to check and see for himself what was the commotion.He saw a demon stealing from this very merchant as he slept. Kigruruk placed a hand on the thieving demon. Suddenly, like that day he was banished from his home, he arm turned black and red as if a monster devoured his arm, he "ate" the demon before him, like he did to his cousin before.  There was no sign of the thief anymore, not even a drop of blood remained. Kigruruk slumped. Knowing he once again killed a member of his own kind. Devastated by his act, he went back to his torn blanket in the alley way, he knew he wasn't going to sleep tonight. .
There was one particular outcast that stood out here. Out of the many beings that were here, He stood out the most. Yes, this was no other than the new arrival, Kigruruk Ce'takchs-ni, a fourteen year old demon boy that was cast out of his home and left to rot right here, in Koschei isle. Why is this? You might ask. His royal blood was raging and filled with sorrow. This boy, once lived a life of luxury near Moon Bay with his parents and older brother. Now all he can do is resent his family. The family that threw him out and left him to survive on his own. This demon boy, he killed one of his own kind, but not with purpose or reason. It was more of an accident really. His power, wasn't like any other demons out there. He was able to consume his one family member and gain his ability, but it ended up with him ending that family members life. He had no idea of this ability though.  He just laid down in an alley covered by his torn blanket. It was night, as was stated before, but for some reason, tonight was different for the boy.The merchants in there cabins and tents getting ready to drift off into the dream realm. They pack away their merchandise, such as medicine and jewelry to give to that special someone, so that no one could steal it with ease. But, once again, tonight was different.This boy, Kigruruk, was trying to sleep when he heard a noise coming from on of the merchants' tent. Being a curious boy, he had to check and see for himself what was the commotion.He saw a demon stealing from this very merchant as he slept. Kigruruk placed a hand on the thieving demon. Suddenly, like that day he was banished from his home, he arm turned black and red as if a monster devoured his arm, he "ate" the demon before him, like he did to his cousin before.  There was no sign of the thief anymore, not even a drop of blood remained. Kigruruk slumped. Knowing he once again killed a member of his own kind. Devastated by his act, he went back to his torn blanket in the alley way, he knew he wasn't going to sleep tonight. .
The merchants in there cabins and tents getting ready to drift off into the dream realm. They pack away their merchandise, such as medicine and jewelry to give to that special someone, so that no one could steal it with ease. But, once again, tonight was different.