Blood Tithes: The God Slayer pt 1 A/N: Umm… Wow it's only been a few hours and I already have reviews? Awesome! This fanfic was inspired by Akallas von Aerok's Re: Gamer and the beginning is heavily influenced as so. I HIGHLY suggest giving their story a read. It's pretty damn long (I'm only about half way through it myself) but thus far it's been a great ride! Anyway let's get this thing started!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Higher Being Talking"

'Higher Being Thinking'

"Spell/Technique/Rage"

""Many With One Voice""

Summary: Who knew being a hero could get you punished? Following Naruto's death post defeat of Madara Uchiha and the subsequent destruction of Konohagakure. Naruto is punished for his interference and is sent to a new world for said crime, now reborn as an imp he'll have too… wait hang on… what the bloody hell is Exp?!

(Story Start)

Never let it be said that Death wasn't a patient being. When one was willing to wait your entire life just to claim one measly soul. You certainly had to be.

That being said everyone has their limits. Limits that degrade at rapidly accelerated rates, when something as tediously benign, as oh say paperwork, is keeping you overtime and preventing you from taking a well deserved break.

Paperwork. Mind you that wouldn't exist in the first place, if it wasn't for some punk ass Ninja who couldn't just die like they were supposed to and instead created a MASSIVE FUCKING PILE OF SOULS that needed to be sorted and processed. Which already created a METRIC SHIT TON of paperwork. But no the real kicker was that the WAY they died also had to be catalogued. And the inventiveness of said above mentioned Ninja had generated A LOT of paperwork.

So there Death sat doing piles and piles of paperwork. Growing increasingly frustrated as more and more simply appeared. They should have been home already. They SHOULD have been in bed or on their couch snuggling a cup of tea while being wrapped in a fluffy robe.

SO WHY IN CREATION WHERE THEY STILL AT THIS FUCKING DESK!?

(Sigh) 'Oh that's right. It was all because of that little fucktard up-... Hang on where'd he go?'

(Ding!)

"Ohohoho! Cyrbi be a dear and bring Young Mister Namikaze up to me please?" Death chuckled darkly quickly calling his Secretary. Whoever said revenge was best served cold obviously had never had to contend with the joys of paperwork before.

(With Naruto)

You know I expected to see many things when I died.

Friends and Family waiting for me.

The gates of heaven or the road to hell before me.

Heck I even expected oblivion.

I'd never in my wildest dreams expected a bench lined lobby of all thing.

I wasn't the only one here either. And no none of them were friends or family… actually a lot of them looked like some of the goons I'd just killed. And all the way at the end of the lobby sat a secretary of some description typing away at a terminal. She would have been cute except for the rather minorly major problem of her having THREE HEADS. But other than that still cute…. honestly the only one missing was Madara. Which was honestly too bad. I would have loved the opportunity to mock him... eh bastard probably got an express line to hell.

Well seeing no other real option I approached the secretary.

"Name?" One of her heads asked as I approached none bothering to look up. Which was honestly quite insulting considering she had three time the head power of a normal person. Meh I guess all secretaries were the same.

"Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze" I answer succinctly still looking around. "Um… where-"

"Are you mister Namikaze? You are in the Passing Station. Here you will wait while your file work is processed before being sent of to whatever final destination you've awarded yourself." The secretary stated boredly cutting me off. Well I guess she would get that question a lot. "Hold on a second please." She commanded as the phone on her desk started ringing. "Hello? Yes Master right away." Hanging up she turned to Naruto with three quirked eyebrows. "Well either

you did something colossally stupid or something indescribably great. I pray for your sake it's the latter. Follow me please Mister Namikaze."

"Knowing my luck it's probably the first one." I said with a nervous chuckle.

"You have my condolences then." That didn't reassure me at.

"Well since I'm probably being marched to my redeath, care to entertain a dead man walking with the tail of what happened to my predecessors?" I asked casually locking my arms behind my head.

"Not at all!" The secretary said with a chuckle. "We've got quite a way to go anyway. Death's office is on the top floor 100 floors up, and we currently have no elevator due to it being out of order."

"That's fine I have no idea what an elevator is in the first place." I replied with a shrug.

Thus begun one of the most interesting hour of my life. Apparently Madara ended up as a common garden snail and would spend the next 10,000 lives as such.

(Story Stop)