AN: Welcome everyone, to my new story! Yes, I know; another freaking story! Not my fault I am the biggest scatter-brain in the world... This story came to me in a dream, and like a dream, the best parts was instantly forgotten the moment I awoke, but I quickly wrote down everything I could remember. I am unsure though if this is a story I should actually pursue, so please tell me if you want me to continue this story.

Will Naruto be evil? Yes, kinda, though I guess dark will be more correct, though his good deeds will be far and few between, if not non-existant. Will he be good and stay in Konoha? Tsk Tsk, I won't tell. Will there be sex-scenes and pairings? There will be a pairing, though no sex will be written by me. I will not say who the chosen woman/women might be. Yes, it might be a threesome. Now, that is all I will spoil for you, sooooo...

LET'S START!

*Let me see… Nope, my name is STILL not Kishimoto, nor am I the CEO of Blizzard… So yeah, I don't own those two franchises, nor do I own any other franchise I might use here*

"…" Is someone talking.

'…' Is someone thinking.

Italics and * are visions, flashbacks and someone reading.

Bold is someone/something demonic or ethereal talking or thinking.

~Sorrow~

He felt sick.

For once in his life, Naruto felt genuinely sick. As far as he could remember, he had never had a cold, fever, flu, or any other disease. He had always been healthy and perky despite his diet of ramen. He wished he was a bit taller though, but one can't always have the best of both worlds.

He was shaking, his whole body siphoned for his abundance of energy. He felt cold, but for some reason, he was still sweating, and he felt simply… wrong.

For basically the whole day, he had been lieing in his bed, staring out the window. It might be his headache that made him somewhat delusional, but there seemed to be a… A black cloud, an evil presence that approached, just at the edge of the horizon.

He wasn't hungry at all, but he knew he needed nutrients, but still...

Even the ramen at Ichiraku didn't make him feel any better

He just couldn't eat it with the same gusto as before. He sat there, his head in one of his hands, and the other slowly leading the noodles to his mouth. Yet, despite the wonderful smell, he tasted nothing. He could just as well have eaten a rock; it would have given him a better taste.

Ayame and Teuchi were worried to. They had known Naruto for almost his whole life, and there were only a few times Naruto didn't practically devour his ramen, and that was when Naruto became depressed, but the boy didn't look depressed...

Ayame put a hand on his shoulder, having gone around the counter to make it easier.

"Naruto, are you ok? Is something bothering you?" She asked, noticing his paler face.

Naruto mustered a weak smile to her, a bit disturbed he didn't feel calmed by her concern, or the fact he felt, just for an extremely short moment, the urge to rip her arm off. An image flashed before his eyes, something he had seen in a crime report that was on the Hokage's desk once. A pack of rabid dogs had mutilated a body beyond recognition. At the time, he was a bit shocked that normal, run-of-the-mill dogs could cause such damage, but the moment Ayame touched him, he felt that the dogs attacked the wrong person.

Even then, why didn't he feel more disturbed? He loved Ayame and Teuchi like a family, right? He would never let anything harm them in any way, shape or form... yet, for a short glimpse, he hated them both.

"I'm fine Ayame, I'm just sick I think, and it's quite a shock to my system, seeing as I have never been sick before." He said, taking a bite of his ramen, a small grimace etching itself on his face at the empty taste.

Ayame still looked concerned, but knew Naruto wouldn't delve deeper in his own life. Past experiences had led to that. She gave him a quick hug, Naruto momentarily tensing as the urge came back, stronger than earlier, before calming down and leaning back towards her, a small, content smile stretching across his face, though Teuchi noticed that it didn't quite reach the boys now almost clouded blue eyes.

She let go of him, running her slender hand through his hair a bit before walking around the counter again. Teuchi though, who had been somewhat forgotten, noticed something peculiar about his favorite customer and pseudo-son.

"Naruto, have you bleached your hair or something?" He asked, puzzled. In fact, when he actually looked at the boy, he noticed that it seemed to fall more around the boy's head, like whatever anti-gravitational energy it once held had lost its grip somewhat.

Naruto looked at his hair which feel in front of his eyes, suddenly noticing that he forgot his goggles. He had needed them more often than before because of his somewhat lack-luster hair. It was actually a bit creepy, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I don't really know. For some reason my hair has kinda been… Dying on me I guess. It's a bit annoying, it always goes in front of my eyes now." He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. He took another bite of his food, almost spitting it out again as it somehow tasted even worse than a few moments ago.

He pushed his half-eaten bowl of ramen away, a small grimace on his face.

"Thanks for the meal; I really don't have the appetite for some reason today." He went to get his wallet before Teuchi stopped him.

"Don't worry Naruto, it's on us today. Go home and get some rest, it looks like you need it. When Iruka comes over, we'll send him over to check you over, okay?" He said with a half-smile, care in his eyes.

Naruto smiled and nodded as he stood, sending a quick "Thanks" before he somewhat stumbled out of the stand.

He didn't go home though. Instead, he went up the Hokage Mountain and sat over the second's head, his chin in his hands as he looked down at the bustling village below. The mountain had always attracted him for some strange reason, perhaps it was the magnificent view over the village, or maybe it was the isolation, he could never tell.

It was fairly late, the sun about to disappear over the horizon in maybe an hour, the red rays bathing the village in a fiery shimmer. A morbid glee filled him as he imagined that the red light was the forest on fire as it slowly moved closer to the village, a catastrophal event that wiped away his terrible past. For just a quick moment it seemed like the forest actually was on fire, but as he closed his eyes for a moment, the flames dissipated, leaving behind the same, silent forest. That was probably for the best as he had always loved the forest surrounding Konoha.

He smiled again, enjoying the sight.

That was, before a vision veiled his eyes.

*He saw the village burning, clouds covering the sky as the screams of the people rang through the air. That was not all; there was something else, the wails of something unnatural cut through the air, something not of this world, something horrifying. He saw the villagers get killed by shadowy creatures in several ways, butchering, burning, slicing, some even melted after being covered in some strange substance.

But the worst part was not the fact that people died, but the fact that they rose again, their bodies moving around like they were marionettes, a puppet-master moving them with his strings. He saw known faces killing their loved ones, no matter who they were: Husbands, wives, children, friends and neighbors alike died by their loved ones hands.

And at last echoed a voice, a laughter so… evil that it penetrated his heart like a thousand needles. Yet... It sounded so familiar, possibly because it was his own voice.*

He gasped; sweat pouring down his face as his whole body shook. During the vision, he had fallen to his side, his body convulsing painfully. He could practically feel the heat of the pyre as it licked the structures which inhabitet his home.

He breathed hard for a while, slowly rolling over to his back, his eyes closed as he put an arm in front of them. It felt so… Real. He could feel the wind as it flowed around him, the smell of the smoke... And he could smell the coppery odor of the blood that slithered across the ground, he could feel the red life-giving liquid underneath his feet as it ran past him.

"Am I... Going crazy?" He gasped out, a small sliver of fear coursing through his body at the fact that he felt less disturbed than he should have been. Yet, deep inside of him, a small part was intrigued by this sudden phenomena.

"Possibly..." A voice whispered from within his mind, echoing the thoughts of that small intrigued part.

"SHUT UP!" He roared, his voice reaching further than one would believe as it echoed across the village, the ones who heard it thought it sounded more guttural, more bestial.

"Just... Just shut up." He whispered, panting. He had never felt so drained his entire life. He was not just tired physically, but mentally too.

"Silly freshling. You asked, and I answered. Now, let us meet face to face, what do you say..."

'What is happening to me?' His head span as he laid on the grassy mountaintop, an intense sense of vertigo overtaking him as he quickly threw himself to the side, hurling up the half-consumed and half-digested ramen he ate earlier.

Again he collapsed on his back as he gasped, the edges of his vision blackening as whatever energy he had left vanished into thin air. He was unsure if he was supposed to fell elated or despaired that he finally succumbed to the darkness, for just a moment later, he was in an entirely different place.

~Sorrow~

For the duration of a week, Naruto had become progressively worse, his strength draining, and his happy demeanor had rapidly changed into a hollow, almost empty persona. In fact, some people would go as far as to call it sorrowful, and a few who saw his expression actually found themselves saddening.

At the start, Naruto believed that he was simply exhausted, that he had pushed himself too hard in his training, which was plausible since the training log he used was surprisingly demolished after his last bout with it. He felt initially happy at his incredibly fast progress, though he simply deluded himself into thinking it was normal.

So for three days he decided to rest after the academy, taking quick trips to Ichiraku before going to bed much earlier than normal. Even his somewhat manic drive towards pranking had all but vaporised into thin air, which was quickly noticed by the villagers as for each day that passed, the warier they became for a mega-prank.

At the fourth day, his condition began to deteriorate rapidly, and on the fifth day is when the villagers took notice of their pariah's declining health.

As the sickly pale boy stumbled down the road towards his house, the civilians ignorant and scornful looks morphed into concerned, and in some cases, fearful gazes. Was this a sign that the seal was breaking? Had their constant hatred finally took its toll on the boy? Naruto, at the time, did not care about their musings as he was suffering from a pounding migraine.

The next three days he barely ate, and his bed was constantly occupied, and every time food entered his mouth he had to keep himself from hurling it up again. Though nothing seemed to help the boy, nothing to change his condition...

Until today that is.

It is an interesting feeling, to one moment faint because of an extreme case of exhaustion and nausea, the notion of death swimming through your mind, for only to wake up moments later, feeling better than ever before.

As the boy came to, he drew in greedy gulps of air, his eyes wide open while idly noticing the dark, cracked ceiling that loomed above. It didn't take long for him to calm his racing heart, and as he sat up, he couldn't help but wonder one simple thing.

"Where the fuck am I?"

As he stood up, a wry grin spread across his face as he noticed that he felt absolutely fantastic, possibly better than before whatever illness befell him. He glanced around, noticing the puddles strewn around on the cracked and uneven stone floor. He heard water drip down into a cavern below, a soft growl escaping from underneath him, something which peaked his interest at the possible size of the prison-like area he was currently trapped in.

A random pebble hitting the floor drew his gaze towards the cracked stone walls. The walls was made out of a smooth, black-ish stone-like mineral, and the cracks that lined along them seemed to go deeper than one might possibly believe.

The half-crumbled walls, mixed in with a ceiling that almost constantly leaked water while random pebbles loosened from it, created a feeling that wherever he currently resided might collapse in on itself, trapping or even killing him in the progress.

"The villagers probably threw me down here." He sneered as his complex darkened slightly, nigh unnoticable cracks appearing in nooks and crannies.

As images of himself butchering random people assaulted his mind, he felt oddly compelled to make those fever-dreams a reality. He quickly shook that notion away though as he trecked down the rough, catacomb-like corridor, idly comparing it to the drier parts of the sewer-system underneath the village.

'This place looks way cooler though... Feels more welcoming, and it smells a lot better too.'

As he came to a fork in the road, he couldn't help but give a deadpan stare at two of the three paths that he could choose.

'Let me see... Random hole of doom, another random hole of doom, or ominous corridor that looks exactly like the one I just came from...' Obviously enough, he went down the path that didn't lead to certain death. As he did so, he didn't notice how the shadowy holes seemed to move slightly, nor the cracks that was created by his every step.

Perhaps he was ignoring it all though, as his eyes flicked over to a dissipating shadowy visage. He didn't flinch in surprise, nor did he reel back in fright. He simply raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity, cracking a small smile at the scurrying creature he just saw.

"So those imps are even here?"

Throughout the years, when his darker emotions surged forth, the most die-hard haters of his tended to die in gruesome, yet unexplained ways. The best analogy they could come up with was 'torn apart by a rabid animal, then blown apart by explosives.' No one noticed how Naruto seemed a lot happier than before at the times, nor did they notice the nods of gratitude he sent towards random, shadowed corners, and the toothy grins they flashed back.

*He had met them for the first time when he was six. A man had chased him out of a shop before sending his dog at the boy. If not for the meat-stall close by which he used to distract the dog, then he might have been gravely injured by it.

As he came home he huddled into a corner, and as thoughts about how he would get his revenge against the man ran through his young mind, one of the creatures arose in front of him. The two stared at each other for several long moments before the creature warily went forward, seeming to sniff the boy before giving a large toothy grin, a grin that the boy matched, the same dark intent shining from their eyes.

"You will help me, right?" The creature gave a short nod. "You know the man right? I... I want him gone, I want him gone so he can't hurt me anymore... Can you do that?" Another toothy grin was his answer, but just a moment before the shadowy imp left, the boy called out after it.

"Wait! What should I call you?" The imp cocked its head to the side, seeming to think.

"I know!" The boy declared, walking closer to the shorter being. "Your eyes aren't all white, they have a bit of blue in them, they kinda remind me of days when the skies have some clouds in it... Sora... That's your name. What do you think?"

Another toothy grin appeared on its face, and a happy nod was given as it disappeared into the night.

The next morning, news of the man's brutal demise was on the tounge of everyone within the village.*

He had often wondered what they are and where they come from, but as long as they meant no ill will towards him, then he was not going to pry.

"Now then, do any of you lovelies know where we are?" For some strange reason or another, they liked to be called with endearing names, though who was Naruto to complain about that? He felt much more comfortable calling them his lovelies than his underlings or slaves.

He saw a few of the imps dart back and forth along the walls, seemingly ignoring him until one of them rose up from the floor.

Two feet tall and lanky, long zig-zaggy ears, an unseen mouth unless they gave you a toothy grin, large, white orbs that represented the eyes, and claws at the end of their hands. Too many, this would be at least unnerving, but Naruto only gave a fond grin to his little avengers. The strangest part was that Naruto actually saw the difference between each of them, giving his favorites their own names, and this one was probably Naruto's absolute favorite. Its eyes had just the slightest shimmer of blue in it's eyes, the same blue that the skies above has, so he named it appropriately.

"Great to see you Sora, I was pretty happy when I found out you guys was here with me. So," He started, clapping his hands together, holding back a snicker as the Shadowling saluted him. "Do you have any idea about where I am or where I am heading?"

The Shadowling, Sora, cocked its head to the side, as if listening to something, and Naruto could swear that he heard just the slightest sound, though it sounded just like a snake's slithering tounge. A few seconds later, it shook its head in a negative manner.

"Nothing, eh? It's okay... What about the exit, do you know where that is? If no, do you possibly know if there are anyone else down here?" Again it cocked its head, though this time the snake-like whisper was louder, sounding more agitated. After a moment, the Shadowling jerked too before taking off down the dark catacombs, Naruto hot on it's tail.

As they ran down the corridor, Sora on all four, barred doors with a small viewing slot in each of them began to appear beside the two of them. At the start, Naruto ignored them, but a voice he never thought he would ever hear again made him stop cold, a shiver running down his spine. Sora, noticing Naruto's gaze on one of the doors to the blonde's left, walked over to it before sitting beside it, as if waiting for its master to open the door.

As Naruto slowly walked up to the door, he glimpsed through the small slot in the door, a familiar scene was playing over and over again within the door, and Naruto idly noted that it was all seen from a first-person perspective. To be specific, his perspective.

*It was a bit over four years ago, one of the few rainy days that occurred that fall season, and quite possibly the most frightening, yet eye-opening days of his life. He was a bit short for money, so he had decided to try his luck on fishing in the Naka river, a river that flowed behind the Uchiha compound. He had been at it for about an hour and he had decided to try his luck in another spot before something unforeseen happened.

As Naruto moved to try and find a better fishing-spot, he came over two Uchihas in a fight, though one of them was clearly winning, as the other one had already lost an eye. It was obvious that they both were Uchihas since they both had the Sharingan. It did not take long before the obvious defender lost a leg before falling beside the river, and the attacker took the chance and pounced on the fallen man.

As the defenders head was pushed under the water-surface, it took at maximum two minutes before his flailings stopped. The attacker checked the man's pulse before declaring him dead, pushing him into the river, watching his now dead family member float down the river, which is when his eyes fell on the frightened seven-almost-eight years old boy. Naruto's eyes widened as he recognised the man, having met him once before.

Itachi Uchiha, the Uchiha heir, and the prodigy of his generation. He was also the man who made Naruto question the Hokage for the first time in his life. Of course, he never went out with his slight trepidation towards the old man, but he always took everything he said with a major helping of salt.

Itachi stopped barely five feet away, his coal-black eyes peering into Naruto's terrified, yet intrigued blue eyes. If not for his ANBU training, he would have raised an eyebrow at Naruto's questioning gaze.

"Why did you kill him? I saw that you didn't want to kill him, you looked sad as you did it, so why?" Itachi would have smiled if not for the severity of the situation.

"That is quite perceptive of you little Uzumaki... In this world, there are three paths: The easy path, the hard path, and the correct path. One will destroy everything, one will destroy you, and one will destroy everything you love. Right now, I walked the hard path, and soon, I will walk down the correct path, yet depending on others perspective, it might seem as the wrong path. That path does not exist, as that path is full of opinion, while the correct path is just full of facts. Hard, heartbreaking facts, but facts nonetheless."

"What do you mean?"

The Uchiha heir looked into the quizical eyes of the surprisingly bright child, mulling in his head how to formulate his answer.

"To do what is correct for the majority, one has to sometimes sacrifice the minority. If I do not walk the correct path, the majority will suffer much more than it has to because of the minority, therefore, I will save the majority by... Silencing the minority."

The vibrant blue eyes cleared in slight understanding before narrowing in even more questions, but before that happened, Itachi walked past him, his last words echoing despite the heavy rain.

"I believe I can trust you to not tell anyone about what I have said this rainy day, am I correct Mr. Uzumaki?"*

Not even a week later, the entirety of the Uchiha clan, with the exception of one Sasuke Uchiha was annihilated by the Uchiha heir. Most of the village was saddened by the loss, and basically everyone was shocked except for a selected few. Naruto was one of them, as when it happened, Itachi's words echoed in his head, suddenly making much more sense.

"T-This is..." Naruto stuttered as he stumbled away from the door, Sora steadying him as Naruto stared wary at the rest of the doors.

"If all of these are my memories, does that mean that we are inside my head? But..." He turned towards the Shadowling that still held onto the much taller boy. "Does this mean that you are all just an illusion? Are you all just a figment of my imagination?" The Shadowling cocked its head to the side for a moment before slightly scratching Naruto's hand, earning a slight twitch from the boy at the minimal pain he felt.

"Okay, maybe not." He mumbled, suddenly noticing something odd. The doors on the left side was much more spread apart, and far less numerous, while those on the right side basically struggled with finding enough room to fit. That, and as he glimpsed through one of the slots, scenes that he had never been a witness to played over and over again.

"Wait a second... Sora, those doors on the right side, those aren't my memories, are they? If they're not mine... Oh god." Once again he felt dizzy, and right before he fell backwards, another shadowling appeared behind Naruto, crawling on all four as Naruto fell back on it, acting as a chair for the almost hyperventilating boy. While this happened, the cracks along the floor, walls and ceiling spread rapidly, a gush of water falling from the ceiling before the fluid disappeared down the cracks in the floor.

"I-I-I'm n-not..." He couldn't even talk correctly, the severity of his revelation basically destroying whatever cognitive functions the boy once had, freaking out Sora, as he could not handle seeing his master like this. In a burst of activity, he jumped on Naruto before grabbing the boys shoulders, shaking the boy violently, silently hoping that Naruto would come back to his senses. Seeing that it did not work, he did the only thing left that he could think about. He balled one of his clawed hands and punched Naruto in the face with as much power that it could muster, sending the boy sprawling on the severily cracked floor, a dazed expression on his face.

Sora slowly crawled along his master's body before sitting on his chest, distressed white eyes staring down towards dulled blue eyes. Naruto slowly looked into the white eyes of his, strangely enough, best friend before averting his gaze, looking down the hallway that probably led further into his mind.

"I'm not alone..."

Sora only stared concerned at his master. He had no idea how to comfort someone, seeing as he was a being made of the darkness in ones heart. This boy had so much darkness in his own heart that he had to spawn Shadowlings like Sora to not be overtaken by the darkness within himself. He felt fright, sorrow and despair for his master, yet he knew about no way to lessen the distress that his master was in.

He was useless.

Ever so slowly, the blonde sat up again, his blue eyes once again snapping back towards the white eyes of his favorite Shadowling. He stared into the large spheres, scrutinizing them for several seconds before slowly, a small, wary smile appeared on the boy's face, his hands holding the Shadowlings large, round head.

"I can trust you guys, right? If whatever inside of me tries to attack me, you will help me fend it off, correct?"

Without hesistation it nodded, earning a grateful pat on the head from Naruto as the dark being jumped off him as he stood. If one were to gaze closely at him, one could see that his impassive face was filled with anger, and just the tiniest hint of sorrow. At least now he understood what that complex seal on his gut was for, and now he understood that the Hokage had lied to him all along when he asked about the villagers apparent hatred towards him. What else had that man lied about?

As the duo continued down the corridor, Naruto's demeanor changed, slowly progressing from impassive to almost heartbroken, the lies from his so-called grandfather, the villagers hatred, and his own peers ridicule of him constantly playing over and over, and Sora walked beside him, gazing at the floor, knowing that no matter what that he was currently useless, and that his master would change by the end of this.

That did not matter though, him and the entire Shadowling army that was created by this boy was eternally loyal to him. After all, he is their father, their creator, their master. He gave them life, and they would rather destroy themselves than even think about leaving or going against their master. Sora would ensure that, he would destroy every Shadowling that tried to go against his master, his god, his father. Oh yes, he grinned a toothy grin, he would ensure their absolute submission.

Sora grinned even wider as he looked at the walls, their cracks constantly widening and spreading, and the Shadowlings that was born from the darkest recesses in his master's mind. Sora has often wondered just how a child, no matter how hated and abused, could harbour so much ill intent inside of him. He had finally got his answer. There is something else within his master's mind, something dark and corrupt. It did not matter though. While the boy's darkness might spawn from this parasitic creature, it was the master himself that spawned him and his brethren. Sora's loyality was to Naruto and only Naruto.

Sora's grin evaporated when the two of them, along with the Shadowling army that was hidden in the shadows, entered a massive throne room. A red carpet, which might once have been impressive to watch, was almost gone now, only dirtied patches lieing now and again on the ground. Torches littered the walls, yet almost none of them was lit, and the ones that was threw out an eerie green, almost sickly light. One massive, rusted chandelier hung from the ceiling far above their heads, four candles lit, the rest either gone or long since burned out, though one candle seemed untouched. At the far end of the room sat a large throne, possibly the only part of the entire room that didn't look worn down from the march of time. The throne itself though did not garner their interest, but rather the individual that arose from it.

It was a woman, easily over six feet tall with red hair that progressed towards green the further back one looked, in a style that hung around her head, covering her face somewhat. The smile that was sighted between her locks was sinister, and looked out of place on her regal-looking face, as if she was more used to scowling. Her ears were long and pointy, her eyebrows thin and crooked, and her eyes glowed an unearthly, poisonous yellow. Her body was covered by a black cloak covered in dust, leaving only her pale, clawed hands visible underneath her neck.

Ever so slowly she walked down the steps from her throne, the soft sound of her feet made it apparent that she wore no shoes, her yellow eyes fixed on Naruto's blue ones the entire time. Something within screamed at him to move, to run, to never come back here again, yet another part of him was intrigued by this woman that seemed to transcend humanity, and another part of him, a tiny part, burrowed deep within his mind, knew that this woman would not hurt him.

The gap between them narrowed. twenty-five feet, twenty feet, fifteen feet. As the woman came within ten feet of the boy, a chain materialized itself around the woman's right ankle, the other end connected to her throne, stopping her advancement towards the boy.

She finally broke eye-contact as a sneer formed on her face as she glared at the black, smoke-like chain. She slowly turned back towards Naruto, the sneer morphed into a frown as she beckoned him towards her. Before Naruto could comply, Sora walked towards her, sniffing at her before staring into her eyes, as if searching her soul for her intents. Seeming to deem her no threat, he promptly turned around and sat down, staring at Naruto as if to say that everything was safe.

Hesistating for just a moment, he covered the gap between them with five steps, and as he came close to her, she softly grasped his face in her soft, clawed hands, her face leaning down and close to his, peering inside his somewhat cold and hurt blue eyes. What she saw in them brought back her sinister smile, though there seemed to be a touch of glee hidden within it.

After what felt like hours she spoke.

"So we finally meet face to face, young freshling." Her voice had the same ethereal quality to it as the rest of her, sending a shockwave through the boy. She traced one of his whiskered cheeks with a clawed finger, sending a shiver down the young teen's spine. She took a deep breath, seeming to relish something in his smell.

"Yes, you are the one that they spoke of. Those old fools, so easy to coerce into telling us what we want." The boy sent her a questioning gaze, just a tiny bit aroused by the look she sent him.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" He blushed slightly, having to resist licking his lips as she bent over even more, giving him a good view of her well-endowed assets.

"All in due time freshling, as for my name..." Here she took a few steps back before her entire form was covered by green flames. They exploded off her, Naruto instinctually covering his eyes with his arms, feeling the heat lick his skin, yet it wasn't uncomfortable, reminding him somewhat of the silk that the Hokage's robes was made out of, only warmer. As the flames died down he lowered his arms, and he had to fight between amazement, arousal and fear at what he saw.

Strangely enough, amazement was what won over.

Where the woman once stood was now a demonic figure of over ten feet. Her strange-colored hair was standing straight up, like a waving flame, and her body was lithe, yet covered in muscles. From her back sprouted four long, scaly appendages with something resembling a scorpions stinger potruding from each of them. Her cloak was gone, and the only thing hiding her modesty was a golden brah that covered her large breasts, chains extending from the part between the cleavage, and a small golden thong, hiding her nether parts. Her arms were now red and scaly, almost like a dragon's, and her feet was bony, somewhat like hooves. A small spike sprouted behind each leg, underneath her knees. Her legs also had another joint it seemed like.

Rising to her full height while stretching her extra appendages, she stared down at the boy with her glowing yellow eyes, noticing the amazement and arousal in his eyes.

Yes, this was the one.

"I am Andariel, Maiden of Anguish, and the forgotten primordial evil of the world."