AN: It's the usual stuff. I don't do disclaimers, (Too many of them out there, and not required) Italics are thoughts, (Duh!) Bold is the demon speaking, (As if you haven't read that enough in Naruto fanfics) and if you get confused, kindly send me a message and I will clarify. All the while, I'll berate you for your minimal understanding while replying to your message. Oh, please read and review, and sorry if I sound so mean. Thanksgiving was messed up for me. Enjoy.
His Pain
He knew what his pain was. He wasn't accepted by the general public. He saw the stares that the crowd would give him. He saw the hatred and fear in their eyes. He knew that nobody loved him. And he cried. Every night, he would cry himself to sleep, wishing to be accepted into the world. Wishing to be a part of everyone's lives, but he was only seen as a vessel. The vessel for a demon. He had only a very small few, but even they were lost to him. That's when he decided…
"I will destroy all of them one day." He laid his head down on his pillow and went to sleep. The thoughts of their blood smeared everywhere in the village danced in his mind. Maybe it was these thoughts that made everyone think that he was crazy. Maybe that's why he relied on the inner demon. The demon was his comfort. The demon spoke to him when he was lonely. In a sense, the demon was his friend. His one true friend.
"They will pay for their hatred. One day, when they least expect it, I will have my revenge." This was his only option for the village, and this was also his main priority in life. He had no will to succeed his father, but only a will to destroy what his father helped to create in life. A carnal, bloodthirsty will that would not stop in its actions until it was satisfied.