This is my first fanfic I hope you like it...I will warn you it is a tad twisted

Disclaimer-I don't own anything sigh

'italics' = thoughts

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Prologue

'Impossible' The word resonated in his mind.

He sought to cry out in anguish, but before the howl could escape his throat noxious gasses assaulted his lungs, searing his insides. He snapped his mouth shut and tried to will away the pain.

'How did this happen?' He sneered.

Flames licked at his body, he thought to flee from their fiery embrace, but dismissed the idea. Releasing that there would never be a refuge for him.
Only moments ago he, Naraku, had been the highest of all angels, the right hand of God. He had spent eras crafting his coup' e tat; to have it all fall apart before his eyes. Scanning his new domain, he watched his fellow fallen angels futilely fleeing from the eternal fires of Hell. Gazing skyward he could see the distant glow of heaven, through the thick black haze.

His appearance was mangled, his body still glowing slightly, an eerie reminder of his past station. But with each passing moment the heavenly glow grew fainter, as it was replaced by a new aura, darkness. Charcoal hair hung limply in a deteriorating braid, the escaped black tendrils danced down his back. His eyes remained, as they always had been, empty slates of obsidian cast on a white background. Memories were starting to come back to him now, flashes of the final battle.

Flashback
A third of the angelic host he had convinced to follow him, through deceptive speeches and his silver tongue. He had promised glory, after all heaven was theirs for the taking. But the great deceiver, with all his powers of deception, forgot how awesome the power of God was.

His forces approached the gates of God's citadel rapidly, a wave of gold and glow, they dashed against the walls like water on rock. The walls had crumbled before the onslaught. The two sides fought, immortal pitted against immortal. His battalions filled with an unholy fervor beat back their opponent and the tide turned. The Just Army fled from the hoard as it swarmed the citadel.

Naraku tore open the doors to the thrown of God. There sat the alpha and omega, unshaken by the retreat of its army.

The being asked a single question, "Do you wish to repent?"
'Repent,' the angel scoffed, 'Hell No! I am going to win!'
"You seem rather confused," he spat at the deity, "It should be you that asks that question."
Pleased with his answer, Naraku went back to planning what to do with heaven. Now that he was its ruler. When he heard a sigh, it sounded bored, perhaps a tad annoyed. Naraku turned his gaze back to God. The being was starting at Naraku, with an almost sad glint in its eyes. God merely raised a hand, and then all went black.

He was falling.... falling through the abyss an uncontrollable free fall, his body slammed against the hard basement of the universe.

End Flashback

'No! He had not lost yet, this Naraku ruler of all that is damned will destroy God and make him bow before me, ruler of the universe. But how? A frontal assault on heaven was suicidal but...' his musings were cut short when Naraku noticed a new part of creation.

It was a tiny blue green sphere that hung on a golden chain from heaven's floor. It spun slowly reflecting the brilliance of heaven even into the depths of hell.

'A marble? No, it was a new realm and a rather weak one at that' he commented as he peered at the sphere.

Naraku's dark eyes began to scourer the new domain, narrowing in concentration. Its beauty repulsed him and reminded him of his own fallen state. How dare God create such a paradise and damn him to such a prison. He spied lush vegetation and many varieties of insignificant animals. He continued to scan the land searching for the governors of this new world, and he found them, Humans.

'Ha!' Naraku darkly chuckled to himself, 'How stupid can you be God? Leaving these pathetic creatures in charge of your creation? Well, they shall not serve you for long. Soon they too shall be fallen like I and out of your cursed reach.'

Malicious ideas spun in his mind, dark thoughts of how to make the race of man fail. His musing was cut short when he saw a new creation appear on the world.

Eight Protectors, powerful beings, four to protect the skies and seas and four for the lands, their mission and sole job was to insure that Naraku found no respite in this creation. They were sent to different corners of the world and awaited their instructions, but none were to come.

"Damn!" Naraku roared ignoring how the air scorched his throat, "Do you have to think of everything, God? Mr. High and Mighty the only reason anyone listens to you is because you make them, if they had a choice they would chose to follow me! Without your corruptive guidance those Protectors would become mine and lead those petty humans into my clutches. That's right they all would fail. Can you hear me? They would serve me not you. What do you think of that Oh, Omnipotent One?"

Sighing heavily, he felt slightly better after his tirade.

"Naraku," a heavenly voice boomed, "I shall take your bet, under one condition. If I am not to interfere than you are to do the same."

Naraku's insides bubbled with joy, how his fortunes had turned, 'Did God honestly think that he; Naraku, the great deceiver would listen to any condition? Apparently God is not all seeing and all knowing.'

"Your On!"