'Shiki Fuin!' shouted Namikaze Minato, the Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure, as he finished the long chain of hand-seals, initiating the formidable – yet largely unknown – technique that called upon the Shinigami itself. He could immediately feel the drastic change in atmosphere, a bone-chilling coldness that sapped what little strength he had remaining in his body from him. Shaking slightly, he slowly turned around, coming face to face with a being beyond his comprehension… A thought that utterly terrified him. What had he done?
'Just what were you hoping to accomplish? Did you truly think that a mere mortal could actually control the God of Death? How disappointing. You had such potential for one as well, and then you just go and through it all away' the deity muttered to himself, yet the proximity of the voice let Minato hear everything perfectly.
'Throw it all away…?' the blond questioned, confused slightly, but only for a couple of seconds. He quickly realized what was going on however when he found himself gurgling on his own blood, the Shinigami's Blade emerging from his throat.
'Such a waste' the dark god murmured as he watched the man's soul disappear into his dagger, proportionate to his own body mass, which in turn made it massive to the ordinary human.
'Nevertheless, despite my own reservations on this situation, there's still the matter of that' the Shinigami uttered, as he gazed upon a suddenly fearful Kyuubi, as the Biju realized just what he was in the presence of, attempting to slowly edge away from the threat to his existence.
'Tch. As if you can actually escape my grasp once I've already found you' he mused internally, as he grabbed the great beast by the neck, and casually slammed him right into the child on the altar, a gargantuan portal of swirling darkness forming. One that gradually compressed itself as it sealed the entirety of the Kyuubi no Kitsune into the child, until all that was left was a rather peculiar marking on the back of the newborn's left hand – that was as black as the void, with flashes of blood red that pulsed beneath the surface.
'Now isn't that interesting. My Mark is intended to show the true nature of the recipient's soul, for it to burn the color of the void is to be expected, the child was touched by my aura from birth. But the other… Well then, it seems the Fox's mere presence is enough to influence the child that much. Well now, won't this be fun to watch unfold…' the Death God muttered to himself as he faded away into the Void.