Chapter 1: The Sin
So tell me what do you know of those you call gods? Never mind I am sure it is wrong. Right now humans believe that a few gods gave birth to this world through their descendants, or some nonsense like that. The truth is simpler and yet more complex. In the beginning everything was everything, no distinctions or individuality. Then for some reason the universe changed, things became 'different'. From this arose the primal forces, the origins if you will. Most would say there would be two urges, to create and to destroy. Forever in balance, as all things have a bit of each. But this view is wrong, or rather incomplete for there was a third, greater urge, that to exist. And so we have the three urges to create, to destroy, and to exist.
For a long time things progressed so, then for some reason the urge to destroy one out and slayed both the urge to create and destroy, while the existence watched, not caring for the war of its brethren. But no thing is truly destroyed that energy had to go somewhere, and so the gods as you know them arose, shaped by the will of those who worshipped them. Some gods were stronger then others as they represented more. Things were balanced for a while, controlled by the new god of balance. However the gods were scared, scared of the remaining primal urge, he without a name.
Scared of his power, for these new gods were shadows compared to him, banded together for the first and last time to drive him out. They had the god of tricksters, the god of deceit, the goddess of plans, and the goddess of thoughts convince the primal that he must go and find a second purpose to his existence, that it was not enough to merely exist. The convinced him to go to the void. The void is a terrible place, the anti of this world. It is alien to life in everyway. Yet at the same time it is filled with creatures whom a terrible and powerful beyond our imaginations, for all intent and purposes nothing existed in there compared to our world. Driven mad by the loss of his very purpose, the last primal waged war upon the gods.
The results were horrifying. On one side, the most ancient consciousness in the universe, albeit trapped in a new realm. On the other the combined might of the new gods, thousands on minor, hundreds of lesser and 12 greater, each more powerful then the last. For mortals the war seemed to last forever, entire galaxies were erased as the primal god unleashed his wrath and insanity. Realizing the futility of their resistance the new gods cast their strength to partially seal the prime into the void, but in order to do so they had to once again trick him. Telling him that he could return when a series of conditions were met, a human must have no reason to live, must exist just because they are not dead yet, and they must consume the heart of their still beating of their most cherished person. Only they did not tell him that this human would only get a small fragment of him, and would have to go against the remaining gods to truly free him.
At the conclusion of this there remained few of the new gods. Humanity was left to their own devices each time rising to new heights, until the conditions were met, each time humanity was nearly hunted to extinction. The first civilization of might and magic, erased in a few years, the era of ageless beings, gone, the age when technology ruled and mankind harnessed the power of the stars, until they too were distinguished. For when a bit of the primal inhabits, they take within them a part of the void, and an ageless struggle, and they only know their hunger. Each time the new gods become weaker, soon they may not be able to put down the beast. This now brings us to our current tale.
Konoha, the village was the shining example of the perfect hidden village. Civilians and shinobi working hand in hand, protecting their precious people and village with their lives. For its citizens life took on an idyllic, almost surreal quality. But one small four-year-old child, Naruto Uzumaki, the village was the very essence of hell itself. Said boy was now hiding outside one of the clan compounds. He thought he would be safe here as he could hear sounds of a party dying down, surely they would not think to look here.
A puddle on the ground drew his attention for a moment as he saw his own reflection. Piercing blue eyes stared back at him framed by a mop of spiky blond hair. Three whisker marks could be seen on each cheek, birthmarks or a scar he never knew. At one time he may have been called cute, but tonight his face was haggard and his eyes had the look of one hunted, for hunted he was.
'I've finally gotten away from the villagers, for now at least. Perhaps I can rest for a little while more.'
With these thoughts he soon fell asleep convinced that he was safe, at least for a few hours. As he rested he dreamed of one of the few people who was ever nice to him, besides the hokage, or as he called him, hokage jiji. He dreamt of a young girl only slightly older then himself. She was like him, an orphan but unlike him she was not abandoned to the street. Her hair was dark ebony, which on a night like tonight would have seemed to glow, just like the moon. She had deep chocolate brown eyes that just sparkled with kindness. Of all of the villagers she was the only one who would even look at him, the only child that would play with him. It was safe to say he had a little childhood crush on her. She was his most precious person, one he would do anything for.
With a start his eyes snapped open, his sense of danger honed by years of beatings and tortures could tell someone was coming his way. A shadowy figure carrying a sack jumped right overhead, startled he stood up and crashed into him. They both fell in a heap, only furthering their problem by trying to extract themselves.
Naruto stood up and quickly backed himself against the wall, trying to look as small as possible before saying to the stranger, "S-sorry s-sir, I d-didn't mean to run into you."
The man looked at Naruto giving him a judging look, checking to see if he was a threat before saying "Whatever kid, just don't mention you ever saw me.: his voice was deep and hoarse, he seemed almost out of breath.
As he began rummaging around for the sack he dropped Naruto could only stare at this man, he hoped he wouldn't hurt him. Naruto was snapped out of his fears by a faint whimpering sound. The man seemed excited by them, but Naruto was just confused. Then he realized that it sounded like a small child, and it was coming from the sack!
"Ah there's the brat" the man's voice seemed gleeful, "now I can finally get out of this worthless village." The man seemed to have forgotten all about Naruto.
Although he was not the brightest of children Naruto knew that this was a kidnapping, being the subject to them himself. "HELP, HELP, KIDNAPPER. HEEEELLLLPPPP" As soon as Naruto shouted the now identified kidnapper looked panicked and quickly moved to Naruto when the sack shifted once more. Out of it came a young girl the same age as Naruto with dark violet hair and white pupiless eyes. Over the wall leaped a man garbed in white, who bore some resemblance to the girl in the bag. Naruto, seeing the man distracted by the new arrival as the young girl whimpered "Tou-san", quickly fled, hoping to escape before someone recognized him and started the hunt again. Despite his speed and haste the young girl still managed to burn an image of him in her mind.
As Naruto ran he paid little attention to his surroundings if he had then things may have turned out differently. He ran for a while until he suddenly crashed into someone else. As he looked up and saw a woman with pink hair he slowly began to tremble with fear. For there before him, backed up by five others was his worst tormentor who he knew by one name, Haruno.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Seems like the little fox has fallen right into our hands. Seems that the demon knows he should be punished." Her voice whispered with a maniacal glee, one that filled the young boy with terror. Before he could run a sharp blow to the back of his head knocked him out.
Naruto slowly woke up from being unconscious. As he did so he tried to take in some of his surroundings. What he saw was a dark, bare underground room. Little could be seen, jut four walls, one of which he was tied to. He could hear a large group of people muttering things just outside of his sight. The whisperings once more stuck fear into him. Die demon. We should kill it now. No, make it suffer. Revenge for the fourth! A cacophony of hatred seemed to crash into him.
'Why? What have I ever done? All I have known is pain and hatred. WHY?' Naruto once more asked himself but as always he could not know the answer.
Suddenly the door opened and a 16 people walked into the room, once more led by the pink haired Haruno.
"Soooooooo, the little brat is awake." Her voice filled with the most torturous of glee. "Well then I think its time we get started on your treatment. Well first let me tell you something. The Hokage will not be able to help you here, he's busy dealing with the cloud." As she explained she took out six knives. "So we have lots of time." With each word she slammed a knife into Naruto's side. Despite the pain Naruto refused to cry out or scream knowing it would only encourage them, even as his blood began dripping onto the floor. "What's going to happen is that everyone is going to get a little playtime with you, then before we throw you out of our village, you we have a special little treat for a demon like you. Now doesn't that sound fun?" With that final mark she took out another knife and gave him a long deep cut stretching from his right collarbone to his left hip. Blood began pouring from the wound. "Well I'll leave you to your games now."
With he leaving the others began to grin and rub their hands together, obviously enjoying what to come. Naruto's world descended in to a cacophony of pain and misery. Naruto didn't understand at first, usually the villagers would only glare at him with hate and keep him out of their stores, although every week or so some drunk would beat him but never for long. They got bored quickly. Today however it seemed as if there was far more civilians who would try to hurt him, they seemed far more bloodthirsty then usual. Because of his mysterious healing he was conscious for the whole thing, for all of the pain. Every bone was broken multiple times, he was stabbed, cut, raped, drowned, suffocated, and every other terrible thing that could happen to the human body. Every second seemed like a day, every minute a year, every hour an eternity. It was sometime during this that Naruto's mind began to break for the first time, the pain shattering his child mind into a million of pieces, slowly pieced together only to break again and again.
After the last villager finally finished his "revenge" by slitting Naruto's throat the rest of them came in, carrying bundles. The villagers began to deposit the bundles around him; he then realized it was wood. Sudden clarity burst through his pain-fogged mind. 'Wood means fire, fire means pain! If I'm lucky maybe it will kill me'.
"Let it be known that on this day we finally finish what the yondaime started. Today we finish the demon off once and for all. Today we kill the demon like it killed so many of our loved ones. Today we cleanse Konoha in fire and a new demon-less village will rise from the ashes. TODAY we burn this infestation from our lovely home!" Once again that pink haired bitch incited the crowd to new levels of violence as they began to pelt Naruto with rocks, knives, anything they could, if only to cause the demon more pain. "Now demon don't think I forgot about you, you see I have a special gift for you today. We are going to let you see what we do to demon whores in this village, and we will let you have one final act as a demon before we finish you off! Bring her in!" Once again the crowd began to cheer. "Kill the demon." "Burn him." "Kill him" "For the Yondaime."
Suddenly the villagers all froze, though the flames on their torches continued to burn as a figure appeared out of the darkness right in front of him. He seemed to be in his mid to late 40's. His hair was a fairly standard brown with dull green eyes. All in all this man was very unnoticeable, one could look at him and forgot abut him in the same minute. He slowly walked towards Naruto, his steps at first slow and unsure, but with more confidence as he got closer. Suddenly a smile split his face as he whispered "Finally", in a voice that seemed too happy given the situation. A flicker of light from one of the torches gave light to a headband, one with the symbol of Iwagakure on it.
"So boy how does it feel to be killed by those your father died to save… even as he slaughtered my people, my friends, my family. This is how hatred is repaid, and no one will ever know that I was the one who caused this. Such a simple genjutsu on these pathetic villagers and they were clay for me to shape. My village will welcome me like a hero for killing the Yellow Flash's only son. Goodbye hell spawn, may your final moments be of agony." With that the man disappeared into the shadows and time seemed to move once again.
Before Naruto had time to even comprehend what the man said the door began to open, suddenly the villagers began shouting, "Bring in the sacrifice." "Kill the demon loving whore." With these words Naruto's heart began to beat rapidly as fear began to fill him once again, but not for himself. A group of villagers came in carrying a table of some sort, and a figure was bound on the table. 'Please don't be her, she doesn't deserve this, please no.' Naruto thought desperately, pleading with whatever gods there were for his true nightmare not to become a reality. His fears were confirmed when he caught sight of the girl bound to the table. Her small almost delicate frame seemed even smaller surrounded by the hateful villagers, her dark hair splayed around her head, forming an ebony halo.
"NO! Let her go, she has nothing to do with this. Please no." He cried out desperately hoping to convince at least one of them to save her, the person he cared about more then any other, his most precious person, his precious Mika.
"Oh look the little demon doesn't want us to hurt his toy, too bad. Don't worry we will only do what you would have eventually done." With those words they finally placed her on a table right in front of him. Her eyes pleaded to him to help her, to do anything. The fear and pain in those brown orbs hurt him more then anything else could have. He began to struggle more against his bindings, screaming at the villagers if they hurt her they would pay. The villagers just laughed at him and told him that he would be dead soon.
Reaching into her pockets the pink haired woman pulled out a knife. She screamed to the crowd to chant down with her. As they reached zero she swung down her knife as Naruto screamed for them to stop, but alas they did not heed him. However just before the knife pierced Mika time once again seemed to stop. She turned once more to him; her brown eyes seemed to shine with a hidden power. With a loving and tender expression she said t him "Live, for me. Don't let them destroy who you are." With one final smile to him the knife entered her chest and the light faded from her eyes.
Naruto just stared, unable to understand what happened, unable to accept it. His mind rebelled against the fact. It wasn't until he felt them pry open his jaw did he come back to reality. Looking down he saw something in one of their hands, a shape the size of his fist, covered in blood, yet twitching. With horror he realized it was a heart, a still beating heart. Before he could react they shoved it down his throat and forced in to swallow. Bile rose up to his throat as he stared forward blankly, trying to understand what new terror happened to him.
It was then that he gave up. He had nothing, no reason to live. The one person he swore to protect, the one good thing in his life, she was gone. He no longer cared if he lived or died, he just existed, and what a sad miserable one it was at that. The moment he gave up he felt something, something other then pain, fear, anger, or anguish. It felt as if a great being had turned its gaze to him. It was alien to him, he did not understand it, nor it he. Its consciousness dwarfed him and made him feel meaningless. He felt this creature reach out to him, and give him something that took residence inside him. He felt things begin to change.
The villagers once again began singing as the fire began to consume him, suddenly those closest stopped, followed by those near them and so on until everyone stopped cheering and stared in horror at what was in front of them. The flames that were once orange and red had now become blacker then the darkest night, the no longer reached towards the boy but instead they seemed to be searching for something new to feast on. But worse of all was the boy. A dark and terrible figure seemed to rise up behind him only to slowly be absorbed into him. Suddenly the door slammed shut, trapping those who had not been wise enough to flee. The air itself seemed to scream as the temperature dropped, causing their breath to fog in front of them and frost to form everywhere. Slowly the boy opened his eyes and gazed at those who remained, a grin cracked his face and what a terrible visage it was.
-Present Day-
In a large tower bearing the kanji for hokage on it an old man sat staring at a photograph and a bingo book. The particular page on the book had a blank spot for a picture and these words.
Name: Unknown
Alias: Unknown/ Demon Amongst the Gods.
Rank: Unknown
Affiliation: Unknown
Elements: Unknown
Kills: Unknown, but suspected to be over 1000
This page is reserved for information on what might be the most bloodthirsty person or creature to set foot on this world. Nothing is known about him except for what he leaves behind. Ten years ago travelers, both nin and civilian, began to come across persons who had been not only killed, but feasted upon by a human or humanoid creature. More and more reports filtered in, slowly increasing in number of victims until small villages were found destroyed. The most famous of these incidents involved the Tsuchikage visiting one of the supply villages in the Land of Earth. The person quickly attacked the Kage's party and managed to flee, but enacting a heavy toll. Unfortunately none were able to get a glimpse of the attacker. A year later the attacks stopped suddenly, however there are still rumors of bandit camps being devastated in the same way. Whoever this person is it is advised to flee on sight. Do not engage. If he notices you run, hide, and pray he does not hunt you.
The grey brothers
The old man seemed to wilt in his chair and age even more. "Oh Naruto, what can I do? I can only hope that you are in control."
Alright here is the first chapter. I will admit I am not too happy with the actual torture/killing part but i was never good at them.
Let me know what you think.