The lord of the Sharingan
Prologue:
"The world is changing. What was once casted into the fires of Mordor, shall rise to claim the world again. For the flames only destroyed bronze and iron and gold and witchcraft, but
they did not purge the seed of evil, its ancient core is everlasting. Cold was the day that the burning Eye gazed upon Middle Earth again."
"Orc-spit"
In the eastern lands of Middle Earth, there lies the dark land of Mordor. Deep into the dark lands, where brimstone and sulfur covers the blooded earth. A lone rider makes his way
swiftly towards the ruins of the Black Tower.
The horse whines, its hot breath scatters into the air. The rider throws the hems violently, as he dismounts the macabre steed.
"My lord Sauron" a sickening voice echoed behind the disgusting teeth that were filled with gingivitis and teeth deceases and they were icky... and shit "your time is finally at hand" and
he exploded in a satanic laughter that made the tower tremble.
"What the fuck!" a volcanic voice replied and it was like thunder and death and all the ill shit that goes on in this Illuvatar-forsaken place, "what is this despicable foul smelling odor
coming from my... my Mouth. It is you...You came back to me, bearing dark gifts, ha ha ha ha *cough cough*. I thought you were dead, but indeed I underestimated your value Zetsu, my
little green, rotten vegetable".
"My Lord, I can see that eternal banishment has not severed your sense of satanic humor"
"Bring me a Marlboro, gather my dark armies, we will consume this Earth once and for all, wrath courses through my veins like rats through sewers."
"Ehm, ehm.." *cough*
"What is this disobedience, what is this delay, do you wish to excite my ire, do you wish to become a shithole supervisor, do you want to meet a fate worse than castration?"
"No, no my Lord I wish not such a horrible destiny, there have been some minor changes since your last, ehm, visit to our miserable abode"
"Speaketh, but delay me not for if I had a heart it would have been an overflowing dam of vengeance, speaketh now or your tongue be ripped from your abysmal mouth and casted into
the barbecue."
"Oh my sweet sadistic master, oh my majestic psychopath Lord, we had to make a few adjustments to your, ehm, original body, because a hobbit kicked your ass etc etc and so forth."
"Bring me a mirror, bring me a lake, bring me a sea to witness my reflection, to witness my glory and my ego crushed, like a stray dog that quietly found its way in front of an Olifant."
Zetsu summons a mirror.
"!" Sauron snarled.
"My Lord..."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarggghhh!"
"Let me explain..."
"! This IS glorious, THIS IS SUPREME, THIS IS evil..."
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