WARNING - This Fanfic is rated M for a reason. It has everything you can expect from your good friends Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Tzeentch. In later chapters there will be graphical descriptions of - death, murder, blood, gore, drugs, sex, rape, torture, human mutilation, diseases and mutations. Descriptions and/or mention of - mind manipulation, mind breaking, demon possession, religious slander, inhuman demonic rituals, demon sex, tentacle sex, furry sex, futanari, loli, guro and many other things of questionable morality which I can not recall at the moment.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED - If you are under the age of 18 or find any of the above mentioned themes offensive to your tastes - turn back now. I am NOT forcing you to read, it is your conscious choice to do so from this point on. I refuse to hold myself responsible in any shape or form for exposing readers of my 'work' to any and all questionable content for you have been warned beforehand and it was your choice to view such content.

THIS IS AU - lots of things are going to change along the way, but some canonical things will still happen. Expect OOC and OC.

SUMMARY: A man in search of power stumbles onto something that has not been seen on his world for millenia and starts a string of events that will change Naruto-verse as you know it. Dark!Manipulative!Naruto. A hint of crack to relieve the gloom and doom. NOBashing NOCouncil

GANRE: Adventure/Horror/Humor/Romance

DISCLAIMER: I do not own or claim to own in any shape or form rights to the characters/concepts/art/ideas of: manga and anime Naruto (property of Masashi Kishimoto) and/or Warhammer/Warhammer40K table-top games, computer games, books and movies, or any other associated media (property of GamesWorkshop).

LAST EDIT: 04/20/12 - 7 spelling mistakes / typos and some formatting issues.

On with the story:

CHAPTER 1 - PROLOGUE

Greed - simple desire to possess anything and everything. Even if a man does not need something, just knowing that it exists and can be used by him will lead him to want it. When he sees something that he does not have in the hands of another - he wants it for himself - thus Envy is born. He questions what makes that other more deserving of that thing than him and what stops him from possessing it? His desire for satisfaction of physical pleasure gives birth to Lust. A man consumed by Lust will never stop until it is satiated. When he, or his possessions are threatened - he experiences Fear. He fears for his life, his security, safety of those close to him and his possessions, and therefore he struggles. He feels insecure and will do anything to get rid of that feeling. And when anything stands in the way of fulfilling his desires - he feels Rage. He wants to tear to pieces anything that stands in his way or threatens him.

Greed, Envy, Lust, Fear, Rage… These are the emotions which truly power the mankind. They are responsible for all of the world changing events. They are the driving force behind mankind's advancement and expansion. They lead to advancements in science, technology, warfare and social development of mankind. Mankind's Lust for knowledge and fear of the unknown is what truly stands behind every single scientific discovery. Their Greed drives the technological advancement. Their Envy, Fear and Rage, is what drives them to invent new and more destructive ways of annihilating each other - their warfare. And it is the combination of all of these emotions that spearheads advancement of their social development - from language to social structure.

There are numerous examples throughout the history of mankind when these same emotions had lead great men down the road of self-destruction. The most prominent, most foul, and most regretful of those is the story of a single man, whose greed, envy and lust for power and recognition have plunged an entire universe into an endless conflict that has lasted for over 10 millennia. Whose name is spat out like a foulest curse throughout the Imperium of Man and venerated in the Eye of Chaos. The man who has done the unthinkable - betrayed his Father and the leader of all of the Mankind. The man whose crimes are: treason, fratricide and patricide. Horus.

And such a tale has repeated itself countless times throughout the universe, on countless worlds, with countless people. Over and over again. With different actors. In different setting. But always with the same basic premiss - the desires of one man causing the suffering and deaths of countless others. For a small world on the fringes of the universe, a world once consumed by Chaos, yet now nearly isolated from the Warp, the name synonymous to that of Horus would be Madara Uchiha. A traitor of the highest calibre. His desire for power has led him to kill his twin brother. His envy has led him to betray his leader and best friend. Fearing defeat he has summoned and ensnared a most powerful daemon that this world had seen in centuries - the Nine Tailed Daemon Fox. And when he failed, it was his lust for power, greed and rage that lead him to scour the Elemental Nations for the power greater than that of Kyuubi.

But as there was Logar behind the fall of Horus, so there was someone else in shadow of Madara, pulling the strings and whispering the promises of power. A man who's greed and lust for power outweighed those of Madara. The same greed has later caused him to expand his search to the 'Outside World', the barbaric lands outside of Great Elemental Nations, when his and Madara's initial efforts produced no viable results. Of course there was the Ten Tailed Beast, yet it was shattered, hard to restore and not that much more powerful than all the Tailed Beasts combined. Hell, for purely destructive purposes it would be better to have 9 Tailed Beasts instead of 1 Ten-Tail, more area coverage.

The trail of rumours and half forgotten legends had led him on a wild goose chase all over the Western Continents. Through the frozen wastes of the North and desolate deserts of the South, that made Snow and Wind countries look like ski resort and tropical beach respectively. Through the flourishing jungles of the East, that made Konoha's Forest of Death seem like a peaceful inner-city park of the capital of Land of Fire. However, this time his efforts were not for naught. This time it looked like he got his hands on something big. Piece by piece, he had gathered from the forgotten ruins of once great cities and civilizations the clues to the power he had so desired.

It all has started with a drunkard's horror story told near the hearth of a small village tavern. A whispered tale of grim ancient kingdoms, their powerful sorcerers and merciless Daemon Gods. It spoke of an age of darkness, thousands of years before the written history of the Elemental Nations. An age when daemons prowled the earth and mankind's only choice was to either serve and worship them, or die as a sacrifice to higher daemons or food for the lower daemons.

At first he thought that the tale was just that - a grim fable to scare children into the fear of the ruling class and their 'magiks' (that's what the people seemed to call 'jutsu' around these parts). But then, after the years of travel, he heard the same tale re-told in different language, a continent away from that first tavern, with different key human figures, but the exact same description of 'The Dark Gods.' He began to have doubts. He started to pay more attention to those sort of tales while he travelled, sometime even specifically directing the conversation to topic of folklore.

Again and again, country after country, tavern after tavern - Dark Age of Men, daemons that walk the earth, inhuman sacrificial rituals, four Dark Gods.

With his resolve set, and majority of the information pointing to several key locations, he began his search. A month later he was at the proverbial doorstep of the first in the long series of forgotten ruins. The relics of the ancient civilization of that time were scarce, scattered all throughout the lands. Rarely did he have a chance to salvage anything of use. Rust eaten inscribed ritual dagger here, a piece of slab there, half-rotten ancient tome in another place…

Piece by piece, sigil by sigil, he has gathered enough information to analyse and learn their long dead tongue. Honestly, it would have been so much easier if there was at least one poor sob who could speak it, or at least have studied it. Catch the poor bastard and one quick Tsukuyomi later - you are a fluent speaker of said dead language standing atop of one poor brain dead SOB. Alas, no such luck.

It took years of trial and error to learn the language and decipher all the carefully copied information. Then another half-a-decade to gather even more information to fill in the blanks. But it was so worth the effort. Once he arranged everything in the correct chronological order, he bore witness to picture of a truly grim and magnificent past, pre-dating that of the Elemental Nations and the Sage of Six Paths. It spoke of the world consumed by hordes of daemon-creatures, a world where majority of mankind, in order to survive, have dedicated themselves to the service of the Great Daemon Lords of Chaos - creatures of unimaginable power, who, if the documents are to be believed, made 10 Tailed Beast look like a harmless fluffy little kitten. After all, the 10-tails was said to terrorize the Elemental Nations leaving nothing in its wake for years, while the Daemon Gods were said to possess such power, that they could not be fully drawn to mortal realm, and even a minute manifestation of theirs would consume the life and souls of everyone and everything who weren't marked by them, man and daemon alike, within the radius of hundreds of miles.

To have even a fraction of such power at your beck and call, power wielded by the priests of old, would be more than he would ever dreamt of. And luckily for him, among the description of the horrifying, bizarre, perverse, and most gut-wrenching rituals that he managed to gather over the years, there was one which described how to summon a shard of the essence of said Gods to the mortal realm. The only problem was the ingredients - a powerful daemon as an anchor point and human soul as a sacrifice. The 'God Shard' (as the text called it) summoned by the ritual would be proportional in power to daemon and the quantity and quality of souls used in the ritual. Surprisingly enough the ritual did not require 'innocent' souls as he had first assumed, the 'quality' would actually be increased by the extremes of pain, suffering, insanity and pleasure that the soul experiences at the moment of death. Though innocence would also 'offer a certain desirable but not necessary zing to the flavour', as the text stated.

His first attempt was a catastrophic failure. He attempted it a few days after reading and re-reading the text, right there in that faraway desert country that put Suna to shame in terms of heat. He had enough souls, he was sure of it. Thousands of them, all wriggling in insanity, suffering, pain and pleasure, courtesy of his Tsukuyomi. But the daemon that he had caught was lacking to say the least. It was even less powerful than a 1-tail. The God Shard did not manifest. The entire array exploded with a wave of fell power, souls and daemon lost in the process, with nothing to show for it. He was pissed. It was only a few weeks later that he heard that ever since that day the sightings of daemons have increased astronomically. Unfortunately, all of those were far below the level of 1 Tailed Beast. It was time to return home, where he knew where to find a real daemon for the ritual.

So here he is now, decades after that scuffle between those brats - Senju and Madara, on the outskirts of Konoha, in the middle of a large rough circular array with 8 arrows radiating from the centre outwards and countless glowing runes and sigils inscribed, seemingly at random, in the circle and all over the room. Blood flowing freely from numerous cuts on his hands and torso, guttural harsh barking words of the inhuman language rolling from his lips in the unholy song of worship. Countless bodies sprawled inside the building and in the neighbouring houses, writhing in perpetual genjutsu of constant pain and pleasure. His red eyes with black pattern spinning madly. And the Kyuubi no Kitsune raging outside in the village.

He could already feel it - the power of the Chaos Gods, swimming all around him, shaping and moulding into its rightful form. This time would be different. This time he would succeed. With a few quick hand seals and exclamations of the ancient tongue he redirected the flow of energy through an array into the raging Bijuu. Cackling madly he made his way outside. All that was left now is to subjugate the Nine-Tails and he would have the power of the Chaos at his command.

His eyes reverted to the 3-Tomoe state, spinning slowly, taking in each and every minor detail of his triumph. The city in ruins, the maddening flow of energies, the bijuu infused with daemonic power, and… His self-satisfied confident grin turned into a scowl at the last detail.

"No! Damn it, no! He supposed to be dead! I know I killed him and that whore of his!"

Right in front of the Kyuubi, on top of a giant toad, stood a battered form of a man. His unruly blond mane instantly identifying him as the Yondaime Hokage - Namikaze Minato. Behind him, with its arm piercing Yondaime's chest and clutching Kyuubi's throat, floated a sinister apparition wearing white robes and the kabuki mask of Noh - the God of Death.

With a swift motion the apparition pulled its hand back through the Hokage's chest, dragging the daemon with it. As soon as Kyuubi disappeared within the 4th's body, Shinigami's hand emerged from his back, holding a ball of pulsating energy. A moment later it disappeared again, this time in the mouth of the God of Death and the apparition vanished, blond Hokage collapsing dead, with a satisfied but sad smirk plastered on his face.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Years of preparation, all shot to hell because of some half dead blond fucker… GAAAAAAAAAH! And not only did he interrupt the ritual, dispersing the God Shards, but he also had the audacity to seal the Kyuubi inside himself and DIE! It will take years… YEARS!... for the fox to be reborn now and a decade or two for it to be at full power again! Which means I have to find another daemon for the ritual or wait… I hate waiting…" - he stopped for a moment and looked around - "And I am ranting to myself… again… Years of isolation and research did not do Tobi good… no sir, not at all. But Tobi is a good boy, yes. Tobi is a gooooood boy. Huhuhuhuhu… Tobi will learn from this as he did before and will do better next time. That he will. And next time there will be NO ANNOYING MEDDLING BLOND SONS OF CHEEP WHORES to interrupt Tobi's fun. Oh no, no,no,no."

A second later our raging antagonist vanished from Konoha via his Space-Time Migration Technique, all the while spitting out a string of the most vile curses imaginable. His plans ruined… for now. What he failed to notice, due to his angle and elevation, was that the arm of the Shinigami had passed through another object on its way to Minato's body - a small bundle he was clutching protectively to his chest containing a newborn child.

A/N

Well, damn. My first story here on FF. This has been laying dormant in the depths of 'My Docs' for couple of months now. Let's see where that goes, shall we? Expect updates within a month. Flamers gonna flame no matter what I say, so ditto there... Read, review, ask questions, make suggestions on what can be improved. Hmmm... what else... ah! right! Most importantly - enjoy the story and help me make it a better ride for all. Cheers!

Thought of the Chapter:

So I've caught up to the manga yesterday... Yeah... Does anyone else here think that Kishi has been reading too much badly written FanFic? Sharingan that evolves into a Rinnegan? And Wood Release? Seriously? That has been on here ever since the rinnegan has been introduced in manga (mainly on Naruto's side though) and still strikes me a dumbest concept ever.

And the fact that Madara isnt even Madara... I thought I was doing something more or less original with this fic by writing 'Spiral Mask Man' as someone other than Madara... damn... My reason was the whole 'OMG! Madara? That cant be! He should be like what? 70? He should be dead of old age! Just like Onoki! ... ... ... wait...' Plus I like my antagonist just a bit insane and unassuming... like Tobi!

Just hope that Kishi doesn't make him to be the same I am going for, or any of the following - So6P, 1st/2nd Hokage - because that would screw up so many previously established constants... Although... Kishi is well known for breaking his own rules and than retkoning the story to plug up the holes via flashbacks of previously non-existent characters or characters with vague back story. I sometimes think that he does not plan more than 5 chapters ahead if even that... but that's a whole other can of worms.

Anyways...

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