I don't own Naruto

Ok so it's been a while, I'm not the most reliable person in the world when it comes to updates but the last gap was kind of rediculous, right? Still, can't say I didn't warn you. But anyway here is Chapter 4 - The Ninth Demon Lord, enjoy!

-Rin

Ps. I'm not going to say that the next gap will be any shorter because I'm not entirely sure thats a promise I can keep.

To be sent to the ninth circle of hell is the worst fate anyone could bring upon themselves in life, for when they die they experience what they have done whilst alive 1000 times magnified for eternity at the hands of the minions that serve the ninth demon lord.

The said demon lord is known to the living as the king of the biju and he answers only to the master. Previously that demon lord was the nine tailed demon fox, Kyuubi, but now that he has been defeated and contained the crown passes to his vessel Kyuubi Naruto, formerly Namikaze Uzumaki Naruto the most surprising ninja in the village hidden in the leaves.

Betrayal ran deep in the veins of Kyuubi's heir and he moved about his dominion like a demented shadow that rained pain and torture upon those who crossed him, the same was true for those who wronged him in life.

Since the young demon lord had taken the throne five hundred years ago upon the day of his death at the hands of one he cared about, changes had happened in the ninth circle that had been left slightly neglected since the disappearance of its last master, Kyuubi no Yoko. For one thing the torture pits were now far from empty as the demon lord exacted his revenge on those who had wronged him or someone like him, namely a fellow jinchuuriki.

Naruto was no longer the person he was in life, in death he was remorseless and lived without a moral code or nindo, he had abandoned that a long time ago.

Without his ninja way, Naruto was a shell of what he once was and the ninth circle reflected its overlords, cruelty, vengeance and malevolent will to punish the eternally damned.

The Dominion was filled with sadness and sorrow, the occupants of the torture pits called out for mercy only to receive more suffering at the hands of their keepers, few who were alive in Konoha when Naruto lived escaped his damnation, he had gone back to the village after receiving his crown and waited for 90 years until the last of the people who knew of him were dead and when they died he harvested their souls.

The souls that came from the village serve one of two purposes, one they are tortured for eternity in the fiery flames of the ninth circle or they filled the dead army of the Shinigami.

"Naruto-sama" said an old slow voice from beside him as he walked towards the ninth circle palace.

"What is it?" Naruto asked this nameless minion in a tired voice, he was tired, tired waiting on the shinigami to deliver his promise and destroy the village hidden in the leaves wiping all trace of it from existence, just as the village had tried to do to him.

"Gaara-sama wishes to see you; he is waiting in the third audience chamber" The shadow said before Naruto dismissed it with a wave of his hand.