A human fell, a hero rose.
Humans are made of limits. Many limits.
They are not as demons, unlimited beings of power.
Their power has limits.
Their laws and conscience that bound them down. Their 'humanity' nonsense that kept them on the edge. And their bodies, those weak limited shells.
What power do they have?
They are a plague that multiplies by the dozen each day. Believing that their power is their weakness, or backwards like so. Some aware of their weakness, call themselves demons going against all their laws and rules for power. They are humans nevertheless. And fall like the weak humans they are.
But there are strong humans. Demon humans like that one.
They know they will fall like all do. Yet they fall as only demons ought to. Powerful and without limits. Those humans break the limits that made them humans.
Never to become demons.
Because of their 'humanity', their last restrain, bound to still be human. Maybe that's what makes them worse than demons. More powerful and determinate than demons who they defeat.
Demons are creatures made of power and soul alone. They have no weak shell that breaks or laws and moral to rule them. Demons are nightmares of nightmares, chaos lovers and powerful.
Immortal, without a time limit as humans have. Humans are mortals after all.
Half open blue eyes stared at his long time friend. She mouthed words that fell deaf to his ears. But he could guess what she was saying. He knew he wouldn't want to hear them. Gladly he took in the silence.
He smiled a heart felt smile that brought tears to his friend eyes. Then, with a last rebel thought, he closed his blue eyes forever.
He would never know how his fried shook his limp body or screamed his name. Neither would he know that his named would be add to the Hero's Memorial, or his face carved into the mountain by his friends, or that the generation he would never meet thought of him as a Hero.
He had died to save them all, without regrets. He had defeated the demon for them.
On another plane of existence, the battle carried on. However he is no longer human. Merely a soul and power alone. A demon with a human soul full of 'humanity', facing a demon empty of life, for eternity.
The possible End
LLC: Yo! Another one-shot. This one for Naruto fans. My others fics are all on hold and mighty not be completed. Anyway back to this fic. I hope you enjoyed this little one-shot.
Who do you think 'he' is? (Review please)
Usual disclaimer: Me no own. You no sue. You sue me, me kill's you. Naruto and all characters of the Naruto world belong to Masashi Kishimoto and associates.