Uchiha Revenge DxD

by Liquid's Wrath

Madara Uchiha's shock when Black Zetsu who was his most trusted ally betrayed him brought confusion and hatred. Unable to continue on, he eventually lost his strength as he dropped dead. Passing on to the afterlife, he was confronted by the Sage of the Six Paths who offered him a chance that led him to be reborn. Bringing him to a whole new world for the Legendary Uchiha.

37. Chapter 36

I do not own Naruto or Highschool DxD

In an empty colossal void of darkness, Madara's eyes slowly opened up before seeing that everything around him was pitch black. He looked at his hands and body to see that he was no longer in his Six Path's form. He was back to his usual self. When he touched his chest, he was able to tell that he was cold, like extremely cold. This feeling signified that he was dead. A feeling that he has experienced multiple times in his time of travel.

Even in death, he could feel his spirit fighting within the Infinite Dragon God. Madara raised his head before contemplating his own life. He chuckled at everything he has gone through. The life he lived up until now. The friends and allies he gathered were the symbols of light towards the world he always wanted.

He found it funny how in death, he finds that the simplest of answers were always right in front of him. His life was nothing special since he yearned for battle. Thinking back, Indra was right about everything. He was nothing more than a story to tell children and their children. He was the Ghost of the Uchiha. Kuroka explained to him that even being a forgotten figure, he could recreate the Uchiha clan in this world to be stronger, smarter, and even more diverse than the previous one.

Madara clenched his fists. He had to admit that she was right. This world he lives in needs a guardian to watch over this world. Even if he can't, this new Uchiha clan could change the world entirely.

Her words seemed to paint an image in his head that made more sense to him. If he were to have descendants of his own, then this reality he lives in now could be forged in a path of absolute tranquility. If everyone sees him as a God, then it would mean that his descendants would be acknowledged and be revered as holy beings.

"What are you thinking so hard about, Madara?" Indra asked.

The Legendary Uchiha remained still for a second before turning to face his predecessor. "It just seems that I can't escape you wherever I go. Even in death, you are still being projected. In some ways, you are more like me than I like to think."

"What would you expect? You already know that we are inseparable. I am you, and you are me. The reincarnation of Indra Otsutsuki, my reincarnation. So, no matter where you are, I will always reside within you."

Madara smirked. "No matter how much I want to deny it, but the thought of death was always lingering in the back of my mind. It was a thought that I would have enjoyed and welcomed with open arms. I walked on a very thin line between life and death for most of my life, but that line meant nothing when the rules of life and death were broken. When the dead can be reborn to live again may be a blessing to some, but once you constantly cheat death, it becomes a reality that you become quite comfortable with. For truly that reality... Is a Hell."

Indra's expression dropped. "Out of all my reincarnations, you might be the only one that I truly feel a real connection towards. Sasuke may have held the same hate I had, but you... There is something about you that not even I can deny."

"What would that be?"

"You have never spewed any lies to anyone. Even in combat, you have stated facts that many people would deny because of their beliefs and upbringings. These beliefs that you have come to know and stand by have significantly changed our very view of life itself. We were never truly understood by anyone. My brother, Ashura, Hashirama, and Naruto were the only ones who understood where we were truly coming from, but those ideals and goals we stood by were squashed in the end."

"We were nothing but puppets."

Indra narrowed his eyes when he heard that.

"Our clan, our lives, and our free will was nothing more than a tool for Black Zetsu. Our whole life was driven for one purpose. The revival of Kaguya." Madara said as his anger grew when thinking about Black Zetsu.

"It's a tragedy in the eyes of others, but it was a disgrace in our eyes."

"For you see, that was our reality. A life of servitude to an individual that cared for no one except for himself and Kaguya. That single lie that Black Zetsu has told you and everyone else in the Uchiha clan has been shackled to a single thought. That the Uchiha would be the ones to save the world. We were nothing more than cattle for a being who cared for no one. I only wished to sever that world from the harsh realities we all had to endure, but that wish was nothing more than empty words and dreams."

"The further in life you get, the hopes and dreams of oneself begin to wither away."

Indra noticed that Madara seemed to be unconnected by those words. "The concept of hope is nothing more than giving up. A word that holds no true meaning. When someone has hope, they give up on themselves. They rely on hope to have the answers for them. A thought for the weak that do not quarrel in the world of the strong. It's a thought that diminishes your very existence and what you have risen above along with what you came to believe. Hope is nothing more than empty wishes. Your hopes should be achieved by your will, not by some single thought.

"I wouldn't agree with that, Madara."

Both Madara and Indra spun around towards the direction of the new voice.

Before any of them could say anything, Hagaromo appeared before them.

The both of them widened their eyes. Madara was confused to see him here. He thought he disappeared forever, but to see him here of all places was a surprise that caught him off guard.

Indra could only stare intently towards his father.

"Madara, you have surprised me. You have done something that I have never thought of seeing any reincarnation of Indra would do. You broke the shackles that tied you down, but most importantly, you have shown those that have been sealed, controlled, imprisoned, and even used that a life of tranquility, harmony, and peace could be achieved. This dream that you have given them has inspired this world to follow you to the end of time itself just to achieve the very goal you desperately want."

"How are you even here? Shouldn't you be dead?" Madara questioned.

"I am dead. My life can't simply just vanish into thin air. Bits and pieces of my existence remain within you as you are the reincarnation of my son, so I could manifest myself whenever I want."

Madara got serious. "If you were able to do that, then that means you know everything that has happened up to this point."

"Of course."

"What are you doing here then? Come to give me another chance at life?"

Hagogromo frowned at that. "I can't give you that gift anymore. That gift you received a long time ago was something that took most of my power to do. Your existence in this place follows the same rules as the last world you were in. If the cold embraces of death have welcomed you once more, then that is your fate. This place is your final resting place. I only came here to tell you that you have passed my test."

"Test?"

"I wanted to see if someone like you was able to change if I were to give you a second chance at life. But you showed me something even more. You are walking in the same footsteps that I walked in when I was young. Gathering followers, making connections, uniting a broken world together to fight a common evil. You are truly forming the steps in becoming the next true Sage of the Six Paths."

Madara crossed his arms before giving Hagaromo his response. "This little test of yours has shown me things as well, old man. This world and our world are much the same in some regards. But the one thing that has truly stuck out like a sore thumb is that these worlds were abandoned by those that could have saved everyone. They had a responsibility to remove the pain and suffering from those who manipulated, used, and twisted their lives into weapons to fight for them just to destroy the world for their gain."

Hagaromo could see that he was upset, but there was nothing he could do to change that. "Your realization and anger have been acknowledged, but there is something I must tell you before I leave. Madara, you no longer need to explain yourself to me because I know where your heart lies. You have said how you wanted to sever the fate of this world, but you failed to notice that you already have done it."

Madara looked confused.

"The people who stand by you are the answer. You have severed everyone's ordinary existence of a simple and repetitive life. What makes a world isn't the rules and laws placed on them, it's the people who inhabit the world which have the power to change the way of life for their civilization. In other words, it's their hopes and dreams."

"I have yet to see how hope plays a big role in their lives. My involvement in their lives may have changed their beliefs and livelihoods, but there is one thing that will never change my mindset. When someone begins to have hope, they are succumbing to failure by simply giving up. It's their wills that shape the world, not some thought or wish. If you have the courage and strength, then achieve those wishes on your own. Don't let others do it for you." Madara explained.

Hagoromo let out a sigh. There was no way of getting past him. "There is one more person who wishes to speak with you. This was all I had to say to you."

"As always, you leaving and appearing will always be a mystery. This life you live isn't a life at all... This must be your Hell."

Hagaromo smiled at that. "You may be right... Failing both Indra and Asura was my greatest failure in life. That failure alone is my Hell, so this life that you think I'm living isn't a life. This is a way of repentance for causing all this chaos from Indra and Asura, you and Hashirama, and Sasuke and Naruto. In some ways... This could be my Hell." Those last words echoed throughout the space Madara was in before seeing Hagaromo disappear from his sight.

"Not even the Sage of the Six Paths can outrun his sins. This just shows that even God's aren't what people truly say. It proves that their existence alone needs to be erased from this broken and imperfect world of insecurities." Madara said.

Without warning, a bright flash of light appeared that blinded Madara. It felt warm, welcoming, and even calming. This light wasn't any ordinary light he has felt or seen in his life. Not long after, a figure was slowly descending towards him.

The figure stood in front of him with a smile before raising his hand to calm him. "Do not fret, Madara. I'm not here to cause any harm to you. I only want to speak with you."

"I can't sense anything about you. You're completely invisible when it comes to your power, but you're standing here. I don't understand. You're not with the Sage of the Six Paths, are you?" Madara wondered as he was still on his guard.

The man kept his smile before expanding his arms outward. "I guess that makes sense since you are not of this world."

Madara narrowed his eyes. "Now you have piqued my interest. Who are you?"

"A human with so much talent, power, resolve, and knowledge has never been heard of for such a long time. These characteristics are what define you, but what truly caught my eye isn't those characteristics. It's the tenacity you hold to fight for a world and its people that isn't even yours, to begin with. You fight, and fight, and fight just to absorb the world's sins, so everyone else could live the life you have envisioned for them. The evil's of this world isn't yours to shoulder, but you still do it."

Madara loosened up. "You speak as if you have gone through the same thing."

"I have... I wanted to do what you are doing. Helping those in need. Removing the evil of the world for a better life. Bestowing a life of peace, tranquility, and love. But no matter how much I wanted to do that, there was always the source of evil in every corner of the world where everyone forgets. So, going back to what you said a while ago about the longer you live, the more you will realize that the only things that truly exist in this reality are merely pain, suffering, and futility. This statement may be true, but what if you can change that reality entirely?"

Madara's eyes widened. "Just who are you?"

"Think harder. I know with your intellectual knowledge, you will find the answer."

He thought long and hard about who this person could be. Thoughts about all his foes and allies who has died came to mind, but no matter how hard he tried to identify this man, it was just getting more difficult.

Before trying to think more about who it was, everything just seemed to freeze. Madara looked at his clothes, his aura, and even his figure. He saw this a long time ago when he was first transported to this world. It clicked in when the realization hit him. His whole demeanor changed when he finally figured it out. "God..."

"Even now, you are still being defensive. But yes, I am not God himself exactly. I am the son of God. You can just call me, Jesus."

"If the son of God is standing before me, then this meeting we are having isn't an ordinary meeting. But how are you here? Last I heard, you were pierced by the True Longinus."

Jesus looked towards the ground as a horrible memory came rushing back. "I know I have perished by be being stabbed by the True Longinus. You must understand that my blood on that spear is what makes that weapon so sacred. Some of the magic power that was within that spear was absorbed by you when you and the Infinite Dragon God were one with each other."

"This is practically your father's final breath."

"Think of it as his will. His will is my will." Jesus said as he rested his hands together.

"You and your damn father destroyed the very world he created. This world is broken, crying, and even dying from the corruption and evil that plague this world. Is this how he treats his creation? Throwing them into a world where those Devil bastards can use them however they want? Pagan God's choosing their best champions that have betrayed, slaughtered, and even abandoned their mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters just to retain the finest of luxuries that these heathens desperately want." Madara was getting furious.

Jesus couldn't say anything as he was right. There was no way for him to try and help those in need. A portion of his power was sealed within the spear. The Holy Relics were merely artifacts that held divine power within them. "I didn't come here to fight. I want to give you a gift that my father alone wanted to hand to you before we disappear entirely from this realm and every other one."

"What possible gift could you give me that would erase you and your father's sins?"

Jesus smiled at that question. "That's just it, Madara. We can give you anything you want. Anything that you so wish or desire to have for everything you have done for my father's world and its people. You may even wish to return to your realm where you came from. With this wish, all of the Holy Relics will disappear from the face of the Earth. This is our way of showing gratitude for the one person who has sacrificed everything for the will of billions." Jesus explained.

"But why? Why do I deserve this gift? What about those that have struggled, suffered, and bled for you and your father? When my brothers died, when my connection to Hashirama was gone, and when I was left alone in the world, I had no one to guide me. But here and now, an outsider to your world is trying to be guided because I have done something for a world that your father has abandoned."

Jesus closed his eyes before opening them back up. "Then that leaves you."

Madara looked confused.

"If I and my father have failed to protect this world, then you become something more. The whole world looks up to you and cares about you. Kuroka, Tiamat, Raynare, Kalawarner, Yasaka, and even Ophis all have a deep bond with you that some could even say that it is a bond of love that can never be erased. I know of the deeds you have done in your world as well, so you think that sacrificing your happiness, life, and soul is your way of repenting for what you have done. Even thinking that this reality is your Hell."

Madara knew the life he was living. No one could return his life of peace and happiness. Those emotions and dreams were destroyed when his family and life were tossed into the wind. The positive aspects of life are a distant objective he could never achieve, it's a gift he could give to those that have sacrificed everything to try and survive in a world where no God was present to watch over them. "That's just the thing... Once you cross over, there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from ever feeling the light again."

Jesus formed a sad expression at those words. "No man should ever have to endure a life such as yours... You have endured hardships that no one will ever understand throughout the entirety of their lives."

What Jesus said made Madara intrigued. There was no denying it. A life where he can't properly lay to rest but live over, and over, and over, and over again was a Hell of its own. "You remind me of Hashirama in a way. He was always trying to find ways to unite everyone together even if it meant he would perish."

"You walk a path that no mortal alone would go on."

"The path I walk on is covered in an endless void of emptiness. Whatever path I follow, there is a darkness that will always welcome me. My sins alone cannot be atoned for everything I have done. Everywhere you look in this world, there is a light. But behind that light, there is a shadow that will be found as well. This concept alone is a loop that cannot ever be broken by mere mortals. This is the balance of life in every world wherever you look. Breaking this concept is like removing the sun or the moon."

"Why do you say that?"

Madara crossed his arms. "The world is nothing but a game of balance. There's always going to be bad to balance out the good. This very idea will be severed from everyone's heart. I cannot live in a world like that. The only world I will accept is a world of only victors... A world of only peace... A world of only love."

"I will always accept that type of world, but a world where Lucifer and Trihexa exist in that world will never be a reality. It will be the same type of world that you and everyone else has lived in." Jesus said.

"I have said a thousand times already. I will become the savior of this world where no such Hell will exist for anyone. Even if I must destroy myself in the process to give everyone a life of happiness."

"When you walk the path of a God, you have the responsibility of a being that needs to accommodate the needs of those that worship you. That mindset you are in now will spring questions that you don't want to question ever. If you walk this path alone, it will torment you until you can't take it anymore. You are not alone anymore, so walk the path you have constructed with those that trust, love, and respect you." Jesus explained.

Madara brushed his words off as he already knew the sacrifices and struggles he would go through. He has already gone through them before. But the main reason why he brushed his words off was that he didn't want to listen to the very person who abandoned his people for the evil of the world to enjoy.

Jesus could see that he ignored his words. He was about to say something to him, but he felt his existence rapidly fading away. "Madara, I don't have much time left. Please, tell me what your wish is. What is it that you truly want in life?" Jesus asked one last time.

Madara sunk those words in. There were many things that he wanted in life. His brothers always lingered in the back of his mind. He always thought of the day when he could meet them once again. It was a dream he wanted to be real for the longest time ever. He also wanted that friendship with Hashirama to never be severed as it was a friendship that truly has given him meaning on the perspectives of life.

After thinking long and hard about what he wanted, he came up with a wish.

"I don't want anything from a bastard." Madara cursed.

Jesus only looked at Madara with the same saddened expression.

The conversation between the two of them came to a stop when a black aura engulfed Madara. Not long has passed when his whole body disappeared.

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The Horsemen of Pestilence was riding his horse through the air with diseases radiating off of him. His armor was somewhat similar to War, but under all that armor, his skin was rotten to the core. All sorts of sickness and disease covered him from head to toe with every known and unknown plagues in human history. His armor was moldy, rusted, and even smelly. Anyone who got near him would have dropped to the floor in a heartbeat.

On his back, there was a longbow that was made out of various bones and metals. His arrows were drenched with all sorts of diseases and plagues.

Pestilence landed on top of a cliff where he could see the battlefield. Bodies upon bodies were being stacked on one another. Flames have engulfed various areas of Hell. The one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb was the massive split down the middle that vaporized the mountains and dried up the rivers. This was done by Madara as such power was a danger to him and his brothers if they were to make contact with him.

He took his bow and an arrow before drawing back the bowstring. He aimed the arrow until releasing the string. The arrow flew straight towards the humans where it hit one of them. The person who was hit by the arrow fell to the ground.

"AHHH, IT'S FUCKING HOT AND COLD AT THE SAME TIME! I CAN'T FEEL MY ARMS! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs for anyone to help him. His whole body was paralyzed with all the diseases that were infecting his heart, organs, brain, nerves, and muscles.

His allies stopped to help him out.

"Where did that come from?!" One of the humans spoke out.

"I don't know! Keep your eyes open at all times!" Another human said.

"YOU'RE ALL DEMONS! DEMONS I TELL YOU! BEGONE FROM ME! YOU ARE ALL SPAWNS OF LUCIFER!" He was starting to hallucinate as the sickness was messing with his head.

"Calm down, man! Calm down!"

"Hey, who is that?!" One of them asked while pointing towards a cliff.

Before they could properly respond, the person who was hit with the arrow was starting to act funny. His body was boiling and freezing at the same time. Large zit-like bubbles were forming all across his body. His eyes were bloodshot red with his vision disappearing. Without warning, his whole body started to have a seizure until his body exploded.

His blood was shot all over the area that landed on other people as well. The people who were trying to help him were starting to feel funny. Their bodies were starting to boil and freeze at the same time. The same symptoms were now coursing through their bodies before they too fell to the floor with a seizure until finally exploding.

Pestilence holstered his bow. He finished his part before turning around to get back on his horse. When he was about to hop on, someone appeared out of the blue with their fist smashing against Pestilence's helmet which blasted him off the cliff.

He recovered midair as his feet slid against the ground to slow his speed down. When he came to a stop, a piece of armor was chipped off around his left eye that revealed his eye and small portions of his skin.

The person who hit him walked on over to the edge of the cliff where the two locked eyes. "The Horsemen of Pestilence. I have heard of your work for a long time. The stories that generated behind your work had brought fear to many, but those diseases won't work well against a dragon." Tiamat said as she jumped off the cliff.

Pestilence growled like some Hellhound, which caused his voice to bounce off the inside of his helmet that caused an echo. He removed his bow from his back where he drew three arrows. Letting go of the string, the three arrows came flying towards her.

Tiamat slid out of the way before extending her hand out and firing off a hail of magic bullets. Pestilence took one of his arrows and slammed it against the ground that formed a barrier around him. When she witnessed what he did, she sneered at the little defense he put up. She understood that this battle was going to be tough as it was a Horsemen. These were beings that served Lucifer with the utmost respect.

She wasn't going to allow him to recover or give him time to think. Magic power was being concentrated to the palm of her hand until it was full of magical energy. Moving her hand back, she shot it forward where a blue beam emission was sent out of her hand that pierced through his barrier.

Pestilence felt more of his armor break apart with parts of his skin being melted off. The beam eventually came in contact with something before exploding. Tiamat saw that he was still standing on his two feet barely damaged. "Damn... You Horsemen are tougher than you look."

He removed his quiver before raising his bow and drawing the string. He released the string, but once the string was released, he pulled it back once again. He has done this motion in rapid succession where a hailstorm of magic arrows was being fired that there was no time to stop and think.

There was no time for her to move, so she created a barrier of her own. Each magic arrow that hit her magic barrier, caused it to crack. She had to think of a way to get rid of his bow. When her thoughts were wandering on how to get him to lose his weapon, she didn't hear the sound of magic power being generated. Pestilence drew his bow far enough back before his whole bow glowed a bright green.

Pestilence let out a growl of satisfaction where he advanced to releasing the string which sent out five multiple massive beams of green energy. These beams were all shot in a widespread way where all five beams split up from each other before homing in on Tiamat in all directions.

"You want to play like this? Then let's play it your way." She slapped her hands together where magic energy was being generated. With enough power in the palms of her hands, she forcefully separated her hands which created a magic hurricane that was spinning all around her.

All five of his attacks ricocheted off the hurricane and went in different directions. Each beam hit a solid object before exploding. The residue of the magic beam was melting rocks, trees, and any other object that the beams made contact with.

Pestilence threw away all the care in the world and charged Tiamat. She wasn't going to give him the upper hand, so she dashed towards him as well. The two of them homed in closer and closer before they slammed their hands against each other where they interlocked them.

They were infusing magical energy into their hands to try and see who would fall to their knees first. Tiamat's face was both of pain and anger. This fight has never occurred to her that a dragon and a Horsemen were going to battle each other to the death.

Pestilence threw a surprise attack by ramming his knee into her gut that loosened her grip on him. He saw the opportunity he opened up for him, so he took his chance by pulling her closer where he began ramming his head against hers that pushed her back.

That last attack caused Tiamat to lose focus for a split second. In that split second, Pestilence created an arrow in his hand before stabbing her close to her heart. The moment she was stabbed, she generated a magical orb in her hand which she advanced to blast him at center mass. The Horsemen went flying across the battlefield once again.

The arrow that was magically constructed by the Horsemen of Pestilence wasn't going to affect her in the long run, but the pain of being stabbed along with her immune system fighting off the diseases that were all on that arrow was going to be a bit before recovering. She was a Dragon King, so little sicknesses and diseases wouldn't be much of an impact on her, but if he were to continue to pump more arrows in her like what he did now would become a problem.

"That bastard..." She said while destroying the arrow into particles.

There was a salty taste in her mouth before turning her head for a second to spit out that taste. "You are something else. If you and your brothers are fighting in this war, then this has gotten even more serious than I thought." She said.

"I have always wanted to erase the Dragon King's from existence. They were always a thorn in our Master's side." Pestilence said.

"Maybe, but I find it weird that the four of you split up into different areas of the Underworld. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse supposed to be nearly invincible when they are all together?"

"There is nothing to correct. You have just answered your question."

Tiamat had a strange look before a smile was being formed out of the blue. "How interesting... If that is true, then with all four of you splitting up, wouldn't that weaken you?"

"Just how much more foolish could you get?"

Tiamat's strange look returned.

"You know that our return means-"

"That Lucifer has returned, I know." Tiamat cut him off by having a snarky attitude.

Pestilence annoyance rose by how cocky and arrogant dragons were. "Since you know that, then you don't have the slightest clue in what the five of us have been doing for millions of years."

"You may be a tough opponent to deal with, I'll give you that. Lucifer himself is a problem that not even I alone could deal with properly. Thinking that I can't stop you is another thing that needs to be erased from your head, or what's left of it." She stated.

"Then that's good news for me."

"Why is that?"

"I am connected to War, Famine, Death, and even Lucifer. Our strength, agility, and focus have all been amplified. Think of it like some blood pact, but we are all connected as one. And that is why... No dragon of your caliber could destroy us. Not Heavenly Dragon's, Evil Dragon's, and especially Dragon King's."

Tiamat was surprised by that knowledge. Having the Horsemen and Lucifer being connected like that was troublesome for everyone. "If I can't stop you, then there is one other person in this world who has a chance at stopping you and your Master."

"You mean, Madara?" Pestilence asked.

"Of course, the one who invaded the Underworld just to destroy the Devil race from the face of all existence." Tiamat was growing a cocky attitude as she fully understood the power that Madara held along with all the unique abilities he has in his arsenal.

Pestilence let out an evil and sickening laugh. "You haven't heard yet?"

"Heard what?"

"Madara Uchiha... Is Dead."

Tiamat's eyes shot wide open. Her eyes were fluctuating from the shock that just hit her. The palm of her hands began to get cold whilst her fingers became numb. Her perception of all the surroundings around her was zoned out. The only two things she was hearing at that very moment were the sound of her heartbeat and the afterthought of when she heard dead that whispered into her mind in a constant flow.

"T-That c-c-can't be..." Tiamat tried to reassure herself that this was just psychological tactics to let her guard down.

"Believe what you want, but Lord Lucifer was there to personally see his death."

Everything that she has come to believe about herself and this world just seems to be irrelevant to her. Her stability and consciousness were fading away.

Pestilence took the chance to strike her down while her mind was drifting apart. He generated a magical sword in the palm of his hand before sprinting right at her once again where he winded up his sword until swinging it at full capacity. His sword hit Tiamat's arm as she rose it to block the attack subconsciously.

He saw that her eyes were devoided of all life. There was a dark tint to them that no ordinary people would have. The aura she was letting out was making him a bit nervous, he needed to get some space to rethink another strategy.

The sword managed to get a quarter into her skin, but what was resisting the sword was the dragon scales that were appearing all over her arm. This warranted him to seriously jump away, knowing that this was going to get dangerous now. Her aura along with doing little to no damage was a problem for him. The sword he constructed vanished from her arm.

Tiamat's teeth were becoming sharper. Her entire skin was changing drastically which no longer had that smooth human skin, but it was now becoming scaly. Her body was growing in size while her wings and tail started to pop out of her body. Her shadow engulfed Pestilence.

Her entire appearance has changed from that human look back to her dragon form. The suppressed shock, anger, and sadness that was boiling inside of her were finally let out in an ear-shattering dragon's roar that eviscerated boulders, rocks, trees, and even split the ground. This roar was heard across the entire battlefield that sent chills up everyone's spines.

She flew up high in the sky where she breathed in as much air as possible where a massive blue ball of magical energy was formed in the core center of her mouth.

This whole war didn't matter to her anymore if Madara wasn't here. Her thoughts were drifting away from the dream he wanted to thoughts of annihilating everything to oblivion. Pestilence felt his moldy bones rattle from the massive amount of concentrated magic power she was building up.

He drew his bow to the point where it would break if he drew it any further. He too was now generating massive amounts of magical energy at the center of his bow.

Tiamat charged up enough magic power before moving her head from left to right until she reconfigured it back forward. A breath attack was discharged that was moving fast enough to the point that Pestilence barely had enough time to counter her attack.

He let go of the string where a beam was shot out of his bow at the same speed that Tiamat's breath attack was going.

The two attacks collided, which instantly warped and transformed into different shapes before an explosion finally appeared. The blast and the shock wave that came with it hit both of them that dealt more damage than they thought it would have done.

Pestilence was knocked back where his whole body was pinned against the ground with a good portion of his armor being destroyed that revealed more of his undead skin.

Tiamat had slash marks going across her whole body, but there were big open wounds where blood was just gushing out like a fountain.

A magical fog engulfed the area around them which had a wide variety of different colors in the mix.

Pestilence felt like his body was being torn apart from the excruciating pain that hit him wave after wave. "I'm going to s-s-skin you alive." Pestilence said while trying to move his arm towards his mouth.

He managed to put two fingers into his mouth before whistling that called his horse. The horse came flying in like some dive bomber before landing right next to him. Reaching his hand out, he rested his hand on his horse before doing the same thing that War did as he absorbed his horse. The two of them became one that completely healed all of Pestilence's wounds in a blink of an eye.

He let out a sickening laugh that echoed from his helmet that made it more sinister. "Hahaha... Hahaha... Hehehehe... THIS IS YOUR GRAVE, DRAGON KING!" Flapping his wings a couple of times, he took to the skies where he was able to see the entirety of the floor they were on.

Tiamat tried to get back up, but the wounds she sustained were weighing her down. It hurt to even move from how much pain she was in.

Pestilence looked at the battle with no ounce of remorse or emotion before letting loose a senile smile like some mental madman. He rammed his hand into his chest where he ripped out his beating heart. He took his bow and drained the blood from his heart all over the bow. Once the bow was covered in blood, he slowly drew his bow back that constructed a singular glowing red arrow.

The Dragon King noticed what was happening. She needed to recover to stop him from firing that arrow. She understood what Pestilence was all about. Bringing sickness, diseases, and chaos among the ranks of humanity. His powers were close to his brother Death. Death who simply needs to walk the plains of Earth can exterminate the whole human race which could be said the same for Pestilence where he brings sickness and diseases.

The arrow that Tiamat is seeing was going to be the end for humans, Angel's, Fallen Angel's, and Devil alike.

The damage that could be done from that attack would bring chaos all across the war. Tiamat knew some of the powers from the Four Horsemen. She knew bits and pieces of each brother, but Death was the only one that was shrouded in mystery for her. He alone was a question itself that no one understood even if they spent eons to remove the shroud of mystery around Death.

Pestilence, on the other hand, was a Horsemen which she knew the powers that he could bring to the table. This attack he was about to fire was going to be an air-born plague of all the sicknesses and diseases. Anyone who breathes, touches, or consumes it in any way would suffer a fate far worse than death.

She used all her strength to get back up on her feet. The arrow was almost fully charged, but the moment she tried to flap her wings, she collapsed on the ground. The clash they had did a number on her. The shock wave of the attack was like daggers cutting her whole body. It slashed a few of her tendon's which was holding her down.

"THIS IS THE END FOR YOU AND ALL THE OTHER INSIGNIFICANT RACES!" Pestilence screamed as he was about to let go of the string before a figure appeared that surprised both him and Tiamat.

[BOOOOOSSSSSTTTTT!]

Pestilence's face felt like he got slammed by a huge wrecking ball as a red armored fist that was going a hundred miles an hour made contact with him.

The moment the Horsemen of Pestilence was hit, his whole body was sent flying down like some shooting star. He made contact with the ground that created a series of chain explosions that stretched towards the main battlefield.

Pestilence let out a groan of pain, but he managed to get back up to look at who struck him and saw The Red Dragon Emperor in his Balance Breaker state. "Red Dragon Emperor..." He growled harshly whilst saying this.

Tiamat was bewildered to see issei here. "I-Issei? Where have you been?!"

Issei looked down at Tiamat to see how badly damaged she was. It surprised him that even in her dragon form, she was able to receive this much damage. "Tiamat, listen, I don't have time to chat right now. A lot of shit has happened while I was gone, so I'll explain everything once we finish this. Sound good?"

"Very well."

Issel clumped up his whole body into a ball before stretching out his whole body out in a fast and collective manner. A massive amount of magic power was shot out when he did this.

"Ddraig, what are our chances of winning this fight?"

[I am not a hundred percent sure, partner. You are going against a Horsemen of the Apocalypse. These are Lucifer's greatest warriors. They were meant to bring chaos and disorder to the world when Michael and Lucifer battle each other.]

"Lovely, a bastard who is pretty high up in the food chain."

[Partner, let me warn you. There is something completely off about him.]

"What do you mean?"

[The Horsemen of the Apocalypse all hold their respectful powers and domains. They all have their missions which they must carry out as it is easily noticeable since it's in their names. But feeling the power that is coming off of him is something else entirely... Something I haven't felt in a long time.]

"Ddraig, you're starting to make me second guess myself. Spill the beans already."

[It can't be...]

"DDRAIG!"

[Forgive me, partner! This isn't just one Horseman we're fighting. We are fighting all four of them in one body.]

"What? All four of them? How in the world is that even possible? You just told me that they all have their missions which they are supposed to carry out. How can one Horseman be all four?" Issei questioned.

[I was getting to that... This must be Lucifer's doing.]

"Lucifer? Do you mean the Lucifer? The one who rebelled against the almighty God?"

[Yes, that Lucifer. I can feel a portion of his magic within Pestilence. Lucifer had his own twisted and perverted nature of defiling magic was something I could never forget. His nature of wanting to twist things was always a part of him. He is one of the most prideful men that even dragons could not simply rival up to him. He was the one person who needed to be right about everything, but the worst characteristic about him is his ability to manipulate and construct fantasies and lies within people. He uses these little creations that he planted to control individuals. He is an opponent that will use the dirtiest tricks in the books to just get what he wants.]

"Hold on a second, Ddraig. This doesn't make any sense."

[Continue, partner.]

"Back then, when I was with Mr. Uchiha and his group, didn't they say something like Lucifer being dead or something?"

Ddraig was a bit confused as well. He heard the stories of his death during the war between the three factions. [If a portion of his magic exists within him, then that means...]

"Lucifer is still alive somehow!" Issei jumped in.

Ddraig was putting two and two together before realizing what was going on. [Partner, listen, the Horsemen and Lucifer are all interconnected in some twisted and sickening way which Lucifer has constructed with his twisted and perverted nature of the dark arts. The weird feeling I was having earlier, I have figured out what that weird feeling is. We aren't just fighting the Four Horsemen, but also Lucifer himself within this Horseman.]

"I'm fighting a supercharged Horseman that has the combined powers of the three other Horsemen and also Lucifer?"

[I'm afraid so.]

"Fuck my life..." Issei said while getting ready to fight.

Scene Break

Twenty minutes earlier

Ophis teleported far away from the battlefield, so she could get away from Samael who could have knocked her out of commission. She wasn't going to have too many problems dealing with Lucifer, but with Samael backing him up was a calculation that hadn't come to her mind.

There were moments where she had thoughts that the entire conflict between the three major factions was all a waste of time. There was no reason or any sincere logic behind that war. All of them wanted a piece of something after the war, which didn't surprise anyone since every being wanted to have at least something for themselves after the bloodshed ends.

This was common thinking for people like that. No matter the era, there was always conflict. It was a mystery to her sometimes that people would sacrifice their whole lives by killing someone over a handful of gold or land. In many ways, Madara's philosophy and ideology were something that made her view this world in a different light from diving into his own life and seeing the horrors and sadness he has gone through.

It was a spark that no other person had which she spotted in him. It was a single beacon of light that pierced through a thousand shades of darkness and emptiness. A human who defied the constructs of all supernatural itself. Defied human potential that no person alive would have imagined it could extend to these heights. A man who broke all the rules that were placed and enforced by Angel, Fallen, and Devil alike. Rules that ordinary people followed without knowing the dangers of breaking those set rules. One man who has done the impossible possible was someone she couldn't ignore.

The possibility of another human rising to Madara's throne was unlikely to happen for another thousand years. She saw a projection of herself within him when she witnessed his life flash before her eyes.

Ophis understood the gap between her and Madara. It was like the distance between the sun and the moon, but the more she examined his abilities and the will to continue on the fight without caring for oneself was a sight to behold. He was a machine at some points where it wasn't even physically visible to see any kind of fatigue.

Looking back at his memories, it was understandable when he fought against the Ninja Alliance.

With that gap being so wide, he managed to wield the power of infinity which was impossible for any human to wield. Ophis was still confused about how he was able to wield her powers that easily. That was the exact moment where she realized the importance of who Madara Uchiha was. Wielding the powers of the Infinite Dragon God while balancing out his powers sounded like something an abomination would be able to do.

Thinking about everything he has done made something clench up inside of her. It felt painful, but sad as well. She was immune to all sorts of emotions, so when this sudden pain appeared within her chest confused her.

She was beginning to grasp the idea of what her role was in Madara's life. Living within his mind was a comfort she didn't want to lose. In some regards, she found that floating within Madara's mind was like her home. There weren't any violence, inner turmoil, or any other insignificant thoughts that went through his mind. It surprised her that someone like him with so much charisma and willpower would have empty and hollow thoughts.

She was the same in that regard. Her entire existence wasn't anything much of a good one. She has met countless people throughout the years, but meeting Madara was different than the times she has encountered all the people in her lifetime. They were almost similar in some ways, so she saw herself and Madara on the same coin, but were on two completely different sides.

He was the light while she was the dark. She found her other half where she could properly coexist with. A yin-yang relationship where he was her light while she was his darkness.

It was the reason why she wouldn't have him disappear when he turned to dust.

Ophis opened up the Dimensional Gap before walking in as the gap behind her closed. When she walked in, she already noticed the massive dragon that was casually just floating about like nothing ever bothered him. Ophis narrowed her eyes before flying up towards him.

"Hello, Great Idiot."

"Ophis, what a surprise. I wasn't expecting you to show up so soon."

"I'm not here to fight with you. I have something to ask of you."

"Something to ask of me? Now, this is truly a surprise. What is it you want to ask?"

"Don't get too excited. I wish to use your body to construct a body for a soul I have within me."

Great Red didn't like this response from her. He knew that he couldn't trust her. He already knew that she was building up a reasonable force to go against him. So, trying to construct a body for a would using his skin and her magic wasn't going to be good. "Don't think that I'm stupid, Ophis. I know that you have been gathering up a small army to go to war with me for the Dimensional Gap. Why should I even agree to this request of yours in the first place?"

Ophis had a more disappointed look. "I'm not here to create soldiers to use against you. Besides... I think... I'm giving up my pursuit of the Dimensional Gap."

Those words were like an arrow piercing his heart. Hearing Ophis say that she is giving up on pursuing her own home was no simple small matter. "Did I hear that correctly? You're giving up?"

"Yes, I'm giving up. You win, Great Red."

"Forgive me for not celebrating, but what is the reason for this? Why are you giving up?"

Ophis turned to her side before pointing out in the distance where a portal opened where they saw people fighting. "What you're looking at is the war between Madara Uchiha and Devil's along with their allies. The enemy who despises Madara doesn't want to live in a free world where people can choose for themselves than for others to choose for them. In other words, a life in chains and shackles to serve Devil's and all other kinds for their satisfactory gain."

"Madara Uchiha... The one whose dream exceeds even the mightiest, intellectual, and holiest of men." Great Red knew of whom she was referring to as he has seen his accomplishments. Before he could continue, something occurred to him. "Don't tell me, Ophis. The soul within you is, Madara Uchiha's, isn't it? That's why you want to construct a new body for him because he is dead."

"I told you before, I'm done with this place. You can do what you see fit because I have no use for this place anymore. I have found a new home."

Great Red noticed how her attitude has changed when she speaks about Madara. "You're in love with him."

"In love? What do you mean?" Ophis questioned.

Great Red shook his head. "I forgot who I was speaking with. Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God. The one who has no single emotion as your whole demeanor only consists of emptiness. You haven't even experienced love your whole life, so it's only natural for you to not understand." Great Red explained.

Ophis was running out of patience. "Are you going to let me or not?"

"Whatever, do what you please."

Ophis flew on top of Great Red's back before summoning Madara's soul in the palm of her hand. The soul of Madara twirled and twirled which felt like an endless stream of water. The power and beauty radiated like a whirlwind that mesmerized her. Staring at this small ball made her question how a simple soul like this could provide such problems for many factions.

Not wanting to let go of him, she had a feeling within herself that she couldn't be separated from him for even a second. But eventually, she dropped his soul as it fell onto Great Red's back before sinking inside of him.

Ophis began to pour her magic power at the spot where Madara's soul fell. When enough magic power was poured in, a body began to come out of Great Red's back. The body was all deformed and unrecognizable. When the body was fully constructed, the unique features were starting to show themselves until all of the deformities were finally beginning to properly form.

Madara looked confused whilst looking at his hands. "W-What's going on here?" He asked as he saw his whole right arm was no longer there, but a dragon arm that replaced it that was covered in black scales from top to bottom. He was no longer in his Six Path's form as he was now back to his normal self.

Ophis formed a small smile. "You're alive." She exclaimed after seeing her other half was standing in front of her.

He turned to face her before it clicked inside of him. He formed a frown knowing, which lasted for some time as he was contemplating about his existence. After some time, that frown was starting to form into a smile before full-blown laughter was being expelled out of his body. "This is truly preposterous. Cheating death once again with no consequence. It would seem that no matter what, the cold embraces of death will never accept me. This reality is truly a Hell." He uttered in tiredness.

"How do you feel?" Ophis wondered.

"The same, but different at the same time. My sense of smell and hearing have been improved dramatically."

"You already noticed the difference. You are no longer human. This body I created for you is the embodiment of my magic and Great Red's body."

"Madara Uchiha, what an honor to finally meet you." Great Red announced himself.

Madara did a one-eighty, turning away from Ophis. "This must be a joke? You must be the Dragon of Dreams that I kept hearing about. The being who is the strongest in the entire known world."

"That is indeed me."

Madara felt a massive wave of great disappointment wash over him. "This moment in life truly triumphs my greatest disappointments. I'm standing on the back of a being that is useless beyond reason. Why is it that every being like you who holds power and wisdom acts like a child who is constantly spoiled? No wonder why God created humans in his image. All of you are useless bastards that only care about their next great reward."

"I can see that you truly spite me."

"Spite you? I don't spite you, I feel disgusted about you. You know... After seeing the horrors of this world, I think I finally understand something. The power that you and every other sick bastard have will never understand the fundamental elements of life. You and every other person seem to miss this key element in your lives, but the greatest gift you God's, Devil's, and Pagan's have ever received in your long and wasteful existence was life. But even with that gift, you disregard that fundamental element to those that are beneath you because they are different than all of you. They don't have your mindset."

"How much more can you stray yourself from the truth? You, humans, are even worse than us. The thought of revenge is always on your mind when it comes to the petty and useless things about your lives. That is your passion to destroy the other because of something they did to you in the past, present, or future. Human life follows the concept of revenge which is their greatest vision."

"You could be right about that, but you misunderstood something. Revenge isn't a passion. It's a disease. It eats at your mind and poisons your soul. I don't have those simple mindsets as some people may think. That is why great beings like you and others hide away from the world because they often find reality disappointing. You and everyone else all believe that they have no significant role to play in life because they see themselves above everyone else. They are the type of people to vaporize those that oppose their rules and ideologies. I can only lead people to the truth, but I can't make them believe it."

"If that's what you honestly think, then why are you fighting for a race that holds no purpose in our world? They were created by God to have his grace and love, but that love God gave them was never returned. Humans who have been consumed in the pleasures of debauchery, murder, power, and greed are only after one thing... Being at the top of the world."

Madara narrowed his eyes. "What is wrong with this world? When sitting at the very top of the world, is that all you see? A world that can't be saved because of their flaws and upbringings? A society that treats these people with brutality and suffrage? This world is unfathomably sick to the core, but not from them. It's the bastards who call themselves Devil's or God's. Beings like you who manipulate behind the scenes to snatch up your favorite humans and turn them against their own. The God who was supposed to love them and care for them has abandoned them when they needed him the most has failed them as well."

"Don't you see, Madara? Belief is dead, my friend. The age of religion has been diminished because the world has perceived only one image, one language... Power. Everyone is fighting against each other no matter who or where it is. Everyone wants to be on top where everyone could see them. But do you know what will never be destroyed or be manipulated?"

Madara let him continue his thoughts.

"It's dreams. A simple concept that shatters or bends thousands of worlds. A concept that extends past galaxies of infinite possibilities. People have no control over dreams. These dreams encompass the goals and more of every single breathing person. They give a purpose in someone's life. These dreams exceed the blessings of a God. It gives meaning and direction that will guide them down the line in their lives. It will shape their life choices, help build towards a steady future. It is an expression of their potential and what they could become. That is my concept, that is my existence. Dreams are merely more than infinite. It's a foundation that exceeds even your mind."

"Is that so?"

"I know so, Madara... You were not just created by Ophis's magic, you were constructed by my body. You are the only human in known history to be created by Ophis's magic and my body. Do you know what that makes you?"

Madara crossed his arms. "Don't mistake yourself, dragon. My power and will are not of your creation. Don't think that my spirit is the core creation of your dreams. To think such thoughts would be a shame and an insult to me. I am myself, I am nothing like you. We have no simple connection that binds our two existences."

"Just how much more wrong can you get? Madara, you are the embodiment of dreams. The dreams of the infinite. A symbiotic creation of both Ophis and I."

"You are the same as the rest of them. A narcissist and hypocritical bastard that wants to be seen at the top. You're no different than the humans who have been corrupted. The only big difference between the two of you is the size of your ego."

"But humans are nothing more than a dying breed. That's just life."

Madara was starting to get annoyed by this as he clenched his hands. "That's just life? If that is the single ideology or philosophy that any known person stand's by is nothing more than an abandoned insignificant child. That realm of thinking is obsolete and incomplete to the highest degree. If that is how you all think we humans are, then there is something you need to check."

"Last time I checked, you are no longer human."

Madara increased his strength, which caused his dragon claws to sink into his palm. "What does race have to do with this? I am still fighting for something that has meaning and a purpose in life. Being confined to oversized ego bastards is the worst life to have. I would rather die on my feet a thousand times over than to ever live on my knees and serve bastards like you. So, as bad as you may think I am, as far as you think I am willing to go to protect that which I hold most dear, you can't possibly fathom how deep that well of mine truly goes."

Red let out a small laugh. "I can see why Ophis is interested in you. A man who could shake the Underworld to its knees is a man I would be interested in as well. But our viewpoints on life differ. You may be a savior that will bring the golden age to humanity, or you might be left as a martyr who has left a pretty big impression in life. That may be the case, but the biggest question you should be asking yourself is what comes after?"

Madara was starting to see just how much of a problem it would be to take on Great Red in a fight. He wanted to battle against him to get a feel for his power, but that would be suicide in his book. "I find it funny... Before returning to life, I was confronted by a man claiming to be the son of God. Asked me to wish for anything I want. Don't you find it weird? God created man, which man created life. At the same time, man forgets God and moves on with life. I find it quite hilarious. Even in death, a man who created humanity that has been forgotten still cares and loves his creation. The irony around that still baffles me. How can people go on through the rest of their lives without believing or loving their creator, but at the end of their life, they will return that love and instantly be forgiven?"

Both Ophis and Red were caught off guard by this. Red was nervous a little bit as he knew the powers that God could bestow upon others. Like the curse on Samael which could affect him as well.

"I could have wished for anything in the world at the expense of all the Holy Relics being destroyed. With only a few words, I could have destroyed that concept you stand by, but I refused him. Do you know why? It's because I made a promise to this world that I will free them from being oppressed by bastards like Devil's, Pagan's, God's, and even dragon's. That promise was even intended towards God himself and his family. If this world from the beginning has been engulfed in a cycle of endless war and bloodshed that was generated by lies and deceit... Then I will be the one to wash away the blood and sink each war into the deepest parts of the ocean by exposing the truth."

"You truly are a mysterious man. You speak as if you have been through this situation before. Like you speak with experience."

Madara didn't say anything to that.

Madara turned around to face Ophis. "With this new body, what can you tell me about it?" He asked while looking at his dragon arm.

"Since you are no longer human, you can use my powers to the maximum than what you could have previously. You wouldn't be restricted like last time. With you being constructed by my magic and Great Red's body, you have a magic pool within you. Last time, you were able to use magic because of me, but now, you can use it even without me. With this new body, you might have obtained new powers and abilities." She explained.

"There must be a weakness when it comes to this power?"

"There is... Samael's blood would kill you if enough of it entered your body. It's a curse that God put on him from the beginning of time. It's interesting to imagine that God wasn't on our level in terms of strength, but he was able to punish one of his sons with a curse that would eradicate any dragon if enough of his blood entered our bloodstream." Ophis explained.

"This does sound like a problem."

Ophis continued. "Swords that were meant to slay dragons would pose a problem for you. Also, after you have just explained that you refused a wish from God, the Holy Relics would pose a problem as well. They were not destroyed, so you must be careful when fighting against a foe that is using one of the Holy Relics."

"Fighting against hoards of enemies with the possibility of experiencing a fate far worse than death... That truly gets my blood boiling." Madara said with joy.

"I'm glad you see that as a problem because the man himself is working with Lucifer. To be honest with you, your war doesn't seem to be going that well."

Madara seemed uninterested in this bit of news. "If you're that worried about a single person, then why don't you come and help? This thorn in your side would be removed along with those Devil's."

"Madara, I'm not a war maniac who constantly thrives on the thrill of battle just to quench my thirst for blood. We have different purposes in life, so if yours is to be in battle and mine is to float endlessly in this place, then that's what our purpose in life is. I have no interest's in your affairs. I am beyond that level of petty, so your little war to free the world from people who most benefit from enslaving the world is of no importance to me. I have no interest in aligning myself with a small human that thinks he could revolutionize the world." Great Red said as he enforced his thoughts.

Madara chuckled. "Those words remind me of something. When an individual pushes an opinion different from the majority of the world, he becomes a revolutionary if he succeeds, and he becomes a delusional maniac if he fails. So, before you start spewing out more of your philosophies and ideologies to me, do please tell me which out of the two of us is making a difference in life?"

"I can see why everyone hates you. You talk and act like a smartass, don't you? Always thinking you have the answers in life."

"If I had to say it in a way that most people would say it, then I would say that I would rather be a smartass than a dumbass."

Great Red had the biggest smirk plastered across his face. A portal opened up that revealed the Underworld on the other side. "It's time for you to go. You have a world to revolutionize, so don't keep them waiting. Also, about that wish... You should have wished for something. Trihexa is slowly being unsealed the more this pointless war goes on. I fear that this war you have started will undoubtedly awaken that fucking abomination." Great Red said in his nonchalant way.

"What is this Trihexa you speak of?" Madara asked.

"Ophis will explain that to you, so it's time for the both of you to get on out of here." Great Red shot them out of the Dimensional Gap before the both of them appeared on top of a hill in the Underworld.

The Dimensional Gap closed behind them. Ophis and Madara stood up before heading over to the edge of the hill to get a better view of the place. Ophis stared at her other half who was nonchalantly staring off into the distance. That feeling in her chest appeared again, which she couldn't understand. Her body started to move on its own as if a gravitational pull was yanking her.

Madara turned to look at her to say something, but before anything could happen, Ophis's lips were locked in with his. Once again, Madara was caught off guard by this. He was expecting another snake to enter him, but nothing happened. Her large breasts were pressing against his bare chest.

She remained in her adult form ever since that train ride from back then. After his remark of saying that he wouldn't take a child seriously, she had to accommodate his needs to progress their future. He would have continued to ignore her if she remained in the form of a little girl.

That feeling in her chest started to explode into many different forms that made no sense to her. She ignored it as it was just telling her to not stop.

Eventually, she pulled away with their heads being inches apart. "What was that for?" He asked.

"I wish I knew the answer to that... Every time I look at you in pain, or when that empty look of nothingness appears on your face and in your mind... I feel... Weird inside. You are my other half. You complete me and in return, I complete you. You are my light while I'm your dark."

He kept his gaze on her with many thoughts dwindling within his head. He wanted to ask more questions, but there were more pressing matters to attend to than the thoughts that were spiraling around in his head. "We'll talk about this later, so in the meantime, we need to take care of Lucifer and Samael." He said.

"I understand." She fused her whole body against his before Madara's whole appearance began to slowly change once again. During his transformation, his eyes slowly changed, which they flashed red until his whole body began to shift and form into the Sage of the Six Paths. Black dragon horns were coming out of the top of his head. The palm of his dragon hand had the symbol of infinity engraved in it.

His whole body felt light but full of untapped magic power and chakra. Slowly raising his head while opening up his eyes, he revealed his Sharingan. He leaped off the ground which didn't make him fall back down, but was levitating in the air. The truth-seeking orbs formed behind him where he was now back to his evolved form of the Sage of the Six Paths.

Madara focused all his magic power on his eyes. With his new powerup along with his new body, he obtained some new abilities. With his Sharingan, he began to summon a vortex out of his eye that caused him to disappear entirely.

Out of the blue, he materialized at the battlefield where he was levitating above everyone.

Everyone on that battlefield felt an enormous amount of power just wash over them. They all turned to look where the power was coming from, which they all saw Madara floating above them with his Sharingan eyes beaming down at everyone.

"I-I'ts Lord M-M-Madara..."

"Madara is here!"

"Lord Madara!"

(All hail, Emperor Madara!) The humans exclaimed with excitement as their morale began to boost up.

"..." Lucifer had his fists clenched with veins popping out of his head and arms.

Madara had a serious expression plastered on his face. "Well, well, well... Everyone seems to be filled with excitement around here. With all this excitement... It's making me want to dance with you, you glorified sickening bastard." Madara exclaimed while staring directly at Lucifer before getting into his battle stance.