(A/N: This is another Naruto fanfic, a three-shot drabble to be precise mostly focused on Indra's, Ashura's, and Hagoromo's clashing ideologies. Enjoy! Just fair warning… I only know the gist of the characters, like Indra, Asura, Hagoromo, etc., so if I OOC any of them, I'm sorry. This is practice for me to get more intoned with characters outside of Team Seven and Konoha Eleven. I don't own Naruto.)
Chapter One
I have never felt so humiliated in my life! Why was Ashura, that stupid fool, chosen as father's successor instead of me? I'm the first born, therefore, it's my birthright to be father's heir!
I did everything father told me to. I helped a dying village thrive by teaching them how to hunt for water and I completed these tasks months before Asura.
Father believed love was the way to peace. Hmph! What foolish ideology. Love gets a person nowhere. The true path to peace is power and order.
One word is law, my word is law. I should have been father's rightful heir. I should've become God!
NO! I will become God, after I eliminate my fool of a brother.
I killed my most loyal followers, gaining even greater power. A stronger visible prowess, which I dubbed the Mangekyo Sharingan. My followers did well in sacrificing their lives to help me achieve this power.
With this newfound strength, I challenged Ashura to a duel to the death to prove once and for all to both him and father that my ideology is right and their way is for weaklings and cowards.
I could feel my entire being boiling with sadistic glee as I backed Ashura into a corner and nearly ended his life.
Much to my surprise and crude anger, Ashura managed to overpower me thanks to father's encouragement and the help of the villagers. Knowing this was a losing battle, I fled. Losing to Ashura made my jealousy and contempt for both him and father grow ever so stronger.
As father was dying, I paid him a little visit. I gleefully mocked and spat on his ridiculous philosophy in front of his pathetic face. I viciously declared even if my body were to decay one day, my soul will live on through various vessels, fighting for eternity until people realize my principle was the right path to peace.
My descents would bear the curse of my damnation for all of perpetuity.
(A/N: That's the end of this first chapter of the three-shot. I just thought this something fun to do. And besides, it comes me in touch with various characters and their personalities. It helps me practice to write them better. So I hope you enjoyed this!)