A lone man walked onto the stage, wearing a simple white robe. He spoke of legends, of gods and their ancient wonders, and of demonic destruction wreaked upon the lands.
The man spoke of the truly great beasts of old. Ichibi, Nibi, Mimbi, Shibi, Gobi, Mubi, Shichibi, Hatsuubi, and Kyuubi. Ichibi was the tanuki sand-and-wind user. Nibi, a nekomata, was the darkness user and a servant of the Shinigami. Mibi, the three tailed shark was the god of water. Shibi, the snake and poisonous betrayer who, when hibernating, causes volcanoes to erupt. Gobi's five tails represented five elements: earth, wind, water, fire, and metal. Mubi, the transformed god of thunder, was finally defeated by Sarutobi, Sondaime Hokage's namesake. The Shichibi, the smallest of the Biju, was the conniving god of earth. Hatsuubi had eight heads and eight tails, representing the soul, the ghost, evil, the devil, monstrous intent, murder, the afterworld and death. Finally, he spoke of the Kyuubi.
The Kyuubi was the nine tailed kitsune, the most powerful of the tailed beasts. He was the king of gods and of demons. He was a fire controller, and had unlimited chakra and strength. He was easily 100 meters tall, and each of his nine tails proved to be a powerful problem in combat. When he fought the village of Konohagakure, the Yondaime Hokage sealed him away at the cost of his own life, but not before he sired a child with the Nibi. The Nibi has been sealed away, but the child was never found, he said.
Until Now.
It was then that a young, scantily clad girl was dragged onstage. She had numerous seals printed all over her body and though her shackles were obviously too small for her wrists, she bore no scars. Her eyes were a fierce yellow, infused with specks of red. She looked worn, though her muscles were toned and sculpted. She sagged under the invisible weight of the angry stares upon her.
"Behold!" The man had said. "The daughter of the Kyuubi! The Demon Child!" The crowd gasped at this obvious revelation, and the girl fell to the floor of the stage. She could hear every whispered thought of their minds, their hatred, their fear. She could see their glares condemning her very existence, and her shoulders slumped.
"Fear not, good people! This demon has been contained. She cannot harm a fly." So as to prove the man's point, the two who dragged the girl onstage proceeded to hit her with brutal force. She had learned long ago to endure, and did not give them the pleasure of hearing her cries of pain. Her blood leaked upon the wood of the stage, and it hissed as if touched by acid. Even the buildings damned her presence, it seemed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this Demon Child will now perform for you a dance from her father's native realm." At a wave of the man's hand, musicians scuttled onstage with bizarre looking instruments and began to play a haunting melody. The girl stood on shaky legs and began to dance, her confidence disappearing with every step. It did not matter that she was a demon, it did not matter that she was strong. She was tired, beaten, and broken. And she fell.
Up in the viewing box reserved for VIP's, a pair of sea foam eyes looked down upon this so called 'entertainment' with scorn. Although he did not enjoy the presence of demons upon this world, he found that such a display of mistreatment towards another being was, in all sense of the word, barbaric. He watched on with a mask of indifference upon his face, his disgust cleverly hidden.