Long ago, he had heard that "as you look into the abyss, so the abyss looks into you."
He had not understood what that meant at the time. He understood it now.
He had not only looked into the abyss, he had fallen into it, he had become the abyss. The abyss was his mind, his insanity. In the depths of the abyss, a pair of blood red eyes gleamed hungrily. They whispered promises, of love, of blood, and of death. They spoke of sweet oblivion, of escape, of release from the never healing wound that was his heart. They were his salvation, his redemption. They were his damnation, his condemnation.
Konoha had been leveled. A twisted combination of Sasuke and Orochimaru had done it while laughing. Suna had long since been buried beneath the ever-shifting sands. Kumo and Kiri had destroyed their other allied countries. Crushing them one at a time.
Nevertheless, he had survived. He had survived when all others had perished. Why? He couldn't understand it. He had to do something though so he set out to destroy the other shinobi nations who had destroyed what was his. It had not taken him long. The other countries had no one who could defeat him. Their jinchuuriki had been taken and killed by Akatsuki long ago.
No one could stand against him and live. Each fell to the abyss.
Now his mission was complete. Iwa, Kumo, Kiri, even Akatsuki were gone. He had no purpose. He had nothing and no one.
He fell once more into the abyss. This time he did not return. The red eyes gleamed victoriously. He was no more. In his place was a soulless monster.
He would live forever. It had been 50 years since he first fallen to the abyss. He looked no different.
The eyes would not let him die.
He was alone, except for the laughing eyes.
Now and Forever.
Into Eternity.
The End