Maybe this was a bad idea, but Madara had a plan for whatever was going to happen. He'd let himself be driven away, glancing through the window of the car as Tobirama drove off with him.

Hashirama had been too late to stop him from going, too late to save him. But whilst Madara was sorry for that, he had to do this. Saving Izuna, and keeping him safe, was more important than the Uchiha's own life.

The guards stood at the entrance leered at him as he passed by, led by Tobirama through the twisting hallways. This place was stifling, and he hated it. His mind focused on why he was here, to stop him from freaking out completely.

He had to come here, he had to keep Izuna safe.

As he was brought into the main hall of the cult's temple, Madara was silent. He had let himself be captured this time, to save Izuna, and he was determined to do this. But, as Tobirama pushed him forwards, Madara was faced with the Archmaster once more. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the red-robed man, who simply sneered at him.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble, dear Bearer," He responded lightly. "I'm surprised that you came here of your own will. Though, I suppose you want to keep your family safe." Leaning forwards, the man gave a slight hum. "You and I are not so different, you know. I just want to keep my family safe. That means, the family member that you bear inside of you."

Madara growled his protest, ruby eyes narrowed with hatred. Oh, he really wanted to punch this bastard in the face and be done with it. But there were too many guards. "Damnit..." He murmured to himself.

"Do you know the origins of the cult, Madara?" The Archmaster asked calmly, tilting his head to the side. Madara shook his head, causing the Archmaster to laugh aloud. "Of course you don't. Your grandfather would have made sure of it when he turned his back to the clan before promising one of his offspring to us. I'm surprised though. It seems your pretty eyes skipped your father's generation."

Madara bristled slightly at the mention of his grandfather being a part of this cult, and even that his grandfather had actually promised to give one of his own descendants to this crazy man and his messed-up schemes. "Obviously he was smart enough to know that you're all a bunch of crazy idiots."

"He was a fool, just like you are," He responded, causing Madara to growl at the other, fists clenched.

"But now, listen well, Bearer," The Archmaster declared softly. "For I will tell you the history of our cult, and all it stands for."

Forced to sit on the ground, Madara glared at Tobirama, who was standing guard over him. The red-robed man just gave a smirk as the young Uchiha was sat on the ground, before starting to speak again, his voice low with reverence.

"Once, there was a perfect being that walked this planet, some would even call them a god. Their name was Indra, though many in the cult know of the being as the Ambrosine, the immortal. However, one day the stars began to fall and the earth began to grow colder, with the advent of technology and humanity's greed. Indra was grieved by this, due to the fact that the old ways were slowly being forgotten. And finally, mankind had tainted the world enough for the Ambrosine to start to wither away and finally die."

Pausing for a moment, the Archmaster took a moment to calm himself down, before continuing to speak, his voice wavering slightly.

"But you, Madara, are the new hope to return the Ambrosine to our world, stronger than anything!" He pointed down to the Uchiha, who gave a slight frown at the crazy words that this man was speaking.

Some god-like being? This was just fucked up beyond all relief! His thoughts were interrupted as the red-robed man spoke again.

"As a descendant of our Ambrosine, your family line was perfect to be the host of this reincarnation. But, from our researches… only a certain gene in your code could possibly be strong enough to carry the Ambrosine successfully. Have you ever wondered why you have red eyes, despite your parents having a normal eye colour?"

Madara frowned slightly. He had noticed the differences between his eye colour, and that of his father. But he'd never given it much thought, hiding the irises with colour contacts and sunglasses until he had hit eighteen, where he didn't care about it.

But, to think that his eyes would make him a target of such thing, that his grandfather had produced children despite the risk and the promise he had made to the cult… it was terrible. Maybe his grandfather thought that they'd be safe. But of course, as Madara had found out pretty early on, that it was nearly impossible to escape. How stupid his grandfather was, to get involved with such madness...

Seeing the other's discomfort, the Archmaster chuckled.

"Yes, the genes which caused you to have red eyes make you the perfect candidate for bearing the reincarnation of Ambrosine. For this means that your genetics are compatible with the genetics of our beloved god," He declared with a wide smile. "You, Madara, are the Bearer and you shall be the most successful of all our previous attempts. You will bring the Ambrosine into the new world, and with it, the Ambrose can finally rejoice!"

Madara gave a slight snort of indignation. "That's bullshit." So, that was it? He would carry this monster within him, and then when it was born, this cult would have their monster to train and to use against whatever.

"Don't worry, Bearer," The Archmaster smiled, sickly sweet. "You'll get your reward. You'll get to see Paradise." Oh, the leader knew what would happen. Madara's body would be sacrificed to the beast, with Madara dying to give his energy to the Ambrosine. Not that he cared for the actual Bearer, once the god was born. "And the event shall happen soon. A week stands between us and the full moon. And during that full moon, the Ambrosine shall be born!"

Madara was annoyed, and he furrowed his brows. Paradise? As if he would let this go on for too far. This "god" was anything but celestial. He was pretty damn sure that it would be a demon. Because nothing holy could come of a group of people going on about how the old ways were infinitely better than the modern era. And of course, everything about this stupid situation was crazy.

He was going to escape, with or without Hashirama's help. Madara cared for Hashirama somewhat, but he hated being treated like he was made of glass. Hashirama could come and aid him like he had the first time, but this time, Madara was determined to use his own strength this time.

Madara was not about to let himself be sacrificed, after all.