NEW FOX
Story by Sake Saiyajin
I'll update when I can. No more, no less. Sorry for the lack of sex in this chapter, and the abundance of gore and violence. It's the prologue, so I'm setting up the plot for the rest of the story.
Chapter I
Discliamer: I do NOT own the Naruto franchise. The Naruto franchise is owned by Masashi Kishimoto and Viz Entertainment. The only thing that I own is original characters and plots. I wrote this story with entertainment purposes in mind. I have made no monetary gain off of this work of fiction. Please do not sue. This work is intended for a mature audience only. If you are not of the age of majority in your area then please leave. Thank you.
Enjoy:
NEW FOX
Prologue:
“Please Allow me to Introduce Myself”
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The Elemental nations were composed of many countries, as diverse as they were similar. Ninja were a constant in the world, as were…demons…
In the grand scheme of things, this world was a minor power in the universe, and least of all the multiverse. Really, this world wasn’t even a dot on the map, not even registering as a bump on the road…and yet.
There was something…off about this world.
A shadow of evil seemed to have hung around this world, infesting the far corners with its darkness…its cruelty.
In the broken down remains of a shrine, mere ruins these days, an odd and vile ritual was taking place.
At the center of the ritual, surrounded on all sides by dozens of cloaked men, was a young woman, barely out of her youth. Chained as she was to a rusted altar, it was all she could do to struggle and plead with her captors to let her go.
“Now,” said the leader of the men, with dark hair, ashen colored skin, and wearing heavy eyeliner around his eyes, “With the sacrifice of a succulent virgin born from the clan of demon hunters, I call you forth, lord Jashin!” the man called. He slowly retrieved a dagger from a sheath at his hip and approached the altar with the redhead looking on with frightened eyes.
“No!” she screamed. The dozens of men watching laughed.
“Feast on her blood and her soul, lord Jashin, and give us the gift of immortality! We beseech thee! Jashin!” the leader chanted.
“Jashin!”
The leader raised the dagger and brought it down.
“Nooooooo!!!” the scream tore through the ruins, before drowning out as the girl lost her breath and her strength, falling limply to the altar, staring up at the ceiling with sightless eyes.
“Hail, lord Jashin!” one of the cultist chanted.
“Hail!” the rest followed the chant.
An aura of death and power filled the room, like a primal force given physical manifest. To the eyes of the cultists, the girl’s blood began to shine in the flickering candlelight.
“Bring forth the cup!” the leader demanded, and one of the cultists heeded him, stepping up with a wooden cup outstretched. The leader snatched it up with a snarl, before hurriedly dipping the cup underneath the altar, and directly into the flow of the falling, power filled blood.
Once the cup was full, the leader brought the cup to his lips and drank deeply.
Power, hot and violent spilled through his lips and down his throat, filling his veins with strength and his heart with confidence. Yes, the leader thought, this must be the secret of immortality…
Drained, the leader set the cup aside and wiped a trail of blood from his lips, smirking.
“Jashin has deemed me worthy!” the leader laughed. The cultists began chanting, awed expressions on their face. “Kneel before your new prophet!” the man ordered.
Quickly, the cultists clambered onto their knees, bowing their heads low to their leader and new head of their order. For Jashin had seen fit to gift a mere mortal with his greatest gift, immortality.
“Hail!”
“Hail!” the cult chorused.
Above them all, the leader smirked down at his simpering followers, proudly. How fitting, he felt, for them to kneel before them. He was now more than a man, more than a human. He was the chosen of lord Jashin and he was invincible.
“Tonight we begin our march!” the leader spoke out to his followers, reaching his arms out to the whole order. “We will make our religion known to the world and spread our faith to the far reaches of the planet! No one will be able to stop us! No one! We are invincible!” the leader shouted, sweating heavily now in his excitement. It was obvious that he had lost himself to some form of madness, but his followers just ate it up.
“We will purge this world of the old gods! No longer will Jashin be a nameless shadow! Soon, the whole world shall fear and adore our lord! Soon, the old gods shall be a thing of the past!” the leader exclaimed. His followers just shouted and grasped at his cloak with awe and excitement worn clearly on their faces.
However, he could not know the power of these worlds. For though Jashin was powerful, there were creatures out in the multiverse that were much older and stronger then the god of Immortality and Insanity. Creatures that felt no qualms in reaching out and
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