Symphony of Hatred

M for gore, mentions of genocide, mass torture, eugenesic practices, and fundamentalist, ultrafascist regimes. It´s a Warhammer 40000 crossover, what did you expect?

Summary: This galaxy is like a symphony of hatred, child, played by the wails of untold billions and the laughter of dark gods. It was only a matter of time before we had to play our part.

Prologue

Souther Rim, Unknown Space.

Ten Millemia. For ten millemia had Magos Biologis Teronv kept watch over this backwater world, so far in the rim of the galaxy that not even the beacon of the Astronomicon could guide the great fleets of mankind to this forgotten corner. For ten millemia he had guided the growth and evolution of the men and woman below his ancient vessel, carefully following the instructions given in person to him by the very Ominisiah.

His task was a simple as it was ambitious. The Great Ominisiah, blessed be his name, had told him of the inmaterium, of the terrible beings that called themselves gods and preyed on the physic energies of all that feels. He and a hundred other members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, handpicked by the Ominisiah, had come here with ten Emperor class Battleships, loaded with the most virulent and powerful psychic sensitive men and women of the Imperium as well as those bearers of unusual resistance to psychic influence, gathered by the silent sisters in their black ships as they followed the expeditionary fleets of the primarchs.

The project had been the greatest undertaking in selective breeding and genetic manipulation in the history of mankind, a project that was meant to surpass even the creation of the blessed primarchs and the astartes.

To create a new breed of psykers, immune to the taint of the warp. A psyker capable of drawing from the endless energy of the inmaterium, but deaf to the maddening whispers of what lied beyond. Even more, to ensure that these psychic traits were dominant, so eventually the gene could be passed on to all mankind trough crossbreeding.

And then mankind would be capable of embracing it's full psychic potential, without fearing the beings that dwelled in the warp or their taint.

The project had started in disaster. Six of the battleships had been lost in transit trough the inmaterium and other three had been compromised when their Geller fields suffered malfunctions. Two of them had to be scuttled, completely overrun by mad psykers and other, terrible things.

The other had to be purged of almost 60 of it's personnel, and after recovering all valuable cargo, was scuttled too.

With them, invaluable amounts of equipment, including the virus bombs they had brought to cleanse the world should the project go out of hand.

With hardly any staff left, having lost most the psychic guards created by the Ominisiah himself to help keep the psykers in check, and with all astropathic messages to the Imperium left unanswered, It had seemed that the project was doomed. But were his fellow magos despaired, some even committing suicide, he endured. This project was the will of the Ominisiah, and he would complete it, by any means necessary.

He and his brothers built improvised extasis chambers, and mind wiped all of the psykers. After that, trough endless years in extasis chambers, they were indoctrinated with the rudiments of culture and civilization, and then sent planet side. The first centuries were violent and difficult. Thousands became tainted, worshipping blood thirsty gods and summoning horrors with their powers, while the pschic resistant waged wars against them, armed with crude weapons. It was evident that of the project was to continue, something had to be done.

And it came to Teronv.

It was so simple. What better way to control psykers, who lived in a world were the supernatural could become real, than trough religion. He knew that it was against the Imperial Truth and the machine cult, but if it would help make the will of the Ominisiah, then it had to be attempted, besides, how could he fail and face the Ominisiah? Returning to the Imperium after such a failure was unthinkable.

So some volunteers of the crew were sent planet side, and began preaching a hand crafted religion, that shunned the belief in dark gods and the misuse of psichic powers, while encouraging crossbreeding between psykers and resistance bearers.

The massive weapons of the battleship were trailed on the world, and after the missive terawatt lances burned thousands of worshippers of those dark gods to cinders like the wrath of a mighty god, it became easy to guide the development of the world as they saw fit.

For five millemia Teronv guided the development of the world like that, the mind of the Merciless God of the Stars. Alas, five millemia is a long time. His brethren and the crew of the ship died one by one, despite their prolonged stances in the extasis chambers, and slowly, the God of the Stars was left without anybody to aim it's lances, to maintain it's mighty reactors or repair it's hull.

Only trough excruciating enhancements and the terror of failing his Ominisiah did Teronv outlive his brethren, until the rotten remains of his human body were little more than a few pounds among the mass of wires and artificial organs. But even so, his mind slowly fell prey to the passage of time. At times he forgot that he served the Ominisiah, even believing, in increasingly longer moment of insanity, that he truly was the God of the Stars.

In those dark times, his inhuman body sat on the command chair of the bridge, watching the development of the world. Sometimes, his maddened mind would punish without reason, destroying mighty empires that rose on the surface on a whim, but the weapons and power source of the ship, even thought they were some of the finest technology the Imperium had to offer, built during the dark age, slowly crumbled to rust and lack of maintenance.

Slowly the God of the Stars became weaker and weaker, the air inside the ship becoming stale as the filters failed and dust settled on everything. Teronv, in his moments of lucidity, fought an endless war against the rust that crawled trough every surface of the ship...but it was useless. The God of the Stars fell silent, and the world below forgot him.

For the last four millemia Teronv had lied immobile on this seat, his only company the bones of old crewmembers and the rusty shells of ancient servitors. At times the screen of the bridge would flicker, the impressive technology of his ancestor refusing to give in to it's inevitable demise.

And now, it happened again. Teronv´s wasted body creaked, it's servos groaning as he raised his eyes, two multifaceted rubies that saw in every single band of the electromagnetic spectrum, to the sight on screen.

Two men were fighting. The screen flickered on and off, but it was easy for Teronv´s eyes to distinguish the energies they wielded. Psikers. Powerful ones. One of them was tainted, Teronv noted, it´s energy a dark purple that crackled in every spectrum with bizarre shadows and formless horrors. As the God of the Stars, he had seen such a thing many times. He sent the order to the machine spirit of the vessel to bring it's weapons to bear upon the tainted psyker, but the machine just answered with silence.

Teronv was forced to watch the battle, as the psykers fought each other. He expected the other to go insane, to become tainted after enduring such exposure to the horror of the warp.

But the formless horrors and shadows washed trough the psyker, snarling in frustration, as he used his power to turn the wood of the forest around him in a weapon of destruction. The tainted psyker was loosing ground, it's energy damaging physically his enemy, with great bolts of purple lighting but unable to destroy his soul, which to Teronv eyes would have appeared as a purple lighting consuming his body.

Finally the tainted psyker was impaled by two lances of wood, his dark energy crackling, trying uselessly to taint the power that animated them, and he was finished with a great ball of flame from the untainted one.

The victorious psyker turned his back on the blazing carcass, and stumbled away, leaving behind a valley crated by the devastation of their battle.

The screen failed, and Teronv processed the information.

He just saw a psyker, a powerful one directly faced with the taint of the warp and coming out of it unchanged. The sight awakened an ancient memory, and Teronv knew what had to be done.

He raised himself from his seat with great effort, four millemia of dust rising with him, and walked trough the crumbling, dust filled hallways of the ship, until he arrived to were the warp engine lied.

For two months he worked relentlessly on the ancient machinery, his own body at the verge of shutting down, until he managed what he wanted.

A protocol used by Adeptus Mechanicus vessels during the dark age of technology, when the use of astropaths was rare and dangerous, the warp core of a ship could be overloaded, and if done right, the a window of opportunity was created during which a broadcast could be sent and received by any astropath, or even any normal receiver station near a warp rift. It was a desperate protocol, because the warp would always invariably consume the vessel, but when an exploration vessel could find a STC or a potential threat to mankind and find itself unable to transmit it, it was well worth the sacrifice.

Teronv finished coding the message, with the highest priority encryption he was capable of use, and with the flick of one his mechadendrites, the warp core exploded, consuming him.

But it didn't matter, for he had done the Ominisiah´s will and unknown to him, with his death had gone the only living, untainted man who remembered the Ominisiah when he walked amongst the living.

Through all the galaxy his message was heard as a long wail tearing trough the warp. The Astropaths of the Imperium heard, but the incredible ancient encryption defied even the most knowledgeable members of the mechanicus. Soon the Imperium had other, more pressing matters, and the message was forgotten, to all but a few…

…and to four dwellers of the warp, whose knowledge deciphered the message like child's play, and turned their eyes to that, minuscule, backwater world

An in it, their awesome power reached to the tainted remains of a man, whose bones and flesh were still burning with hatred and the power of the warp.

The dark gods laughed, as they finally found the chance to rid themselves of the only hope for true victory for the slowly crumbling Imperium. Even if it took them another ten millemia, with this threat gone, chaos would ultimate victory would be certain, and be able to turn it's eyes to more entertaining foes.

Two Hundred Years Latter

Itachi was raised as a weapon. Weapons knew no fear. They just killed. But even he, traitor, kinslayer, had retained a piece of his humanity, shriveled and tainted both by his crimes and by the masters he served. And the small piece of humanity was quaking in fear right now, as the unforgiving gaze of his unliving ancestor fell upon him.

"You failed again child? And you call yourself uchiha? Bring me the vessel of the nine tails, all i asked from you. A bastard child half your age, untouched by the grace of the dark ones, rejected by his peers, weak in mind and unable to even fathom the power inside of him." Said the eternally rotting carcass, in a dark, low whisper, like the wind of a graveyard, wails of pure hatred mingled with it, as the souls claimed by the ancient Uchiha cried in torment from inside his twisted body, sitting on it's dark throne of black iron and bone, with the eight pointed star engraved on its skeletical fake, a mark of the terrible powers he served, his eyes ablaze with the eldritch energies that maintained his unnatural state of existence. A blackened bony hand, rags of putrescent flesh hanging from it, worms coiling between them, pointed at Itachi, and its fingertip crackled with purple lighting.

"Tell me worm-child, do you wish to die? Do you wish your soul to be another one plaything of the dark ones? Because if so, i can make it happen" Whispered the terrible being.

It was only the fact that Itachi was only a shell of a man what kept him from crumbling at the sound, let alone the meaning of Madara the Unliving´s words. Itachi was no fool, but he couldn't even fathom who the dark ones were, let alone their incomprehensible power. All he knew was that the Uchiha were all chosen by them, gifted by them with the sharingan to be their herald in the elemental nations. But the fact that a even the Unliving feared them was more than enough to justify being terrified by the prospect of their punishment.

Had he truly knew who the dark ones were, he would had been far more than just terrified.

"N-no my lord. Please, i beg your forgiveness. I live to serve the dark ones and you." He said, trying to please the Unliving, but with all the genuine fear a man like Itachi could muster.

The Unliving made a strange noise, a screech of bone and ancient flesh that could have posed as a pleased nod, and lowered its hand, the dark energy retreating from his fingertips.

"There may be yet hope for you child. Dark ones have spoken to me. The Imperium-of-beyond is coming to this world, to claim our kind to the service of their corpse-emperor. But we can´t let that happen. This world has to be blessed by chaos, we are too powerful, too great a race to be mere slaves to their crumbling empire. The dark ones will give us the place we rightfully deserve in this galaxy. To lead mankind in the unlimited freedom of chaos. And above all shinobi, we blessed Uchiha will be there, as the dark ones right hand, together with the likes of the immortal warriors that served them for the last ten millemia. Isn't that what your heart yearns for child? Freedom? to no longer be a weapon to anybody but yourself?" Said the Unliving, it's grave-whisper voice speaking directly to Itachi´s dark, minuscule soul, wrapping around it like a snake and exposing his deepest desires.

Itachi stared at the purple, blazing eyes of the Unliving, mesmerized, as the eldritch flames showed him all his heart's desire. He saw himself, in world of endless millions, cutting them down like a cruel god, their hot blood spilling upon his body as he reveled in the thrill of death. Not death for a mission, or in service of other masters, but death for the sake of death. Endless mountains of flesh and bone for the blade that was Uchiha Itachi to test his sharpness.

That was why he was raised. That was why weapons existed. To kill.

"You can have that freedom child, but not if you fail. Go to the others and tell them the biding of the dark ones, for in this last mission, Pain will no lead the red dawn, but you, as is you right as a Uchiha. The Kyuubi vessel must be captured before the next full moon, Raze Konoha to the ground, spill the blood of all who oppose you in the name of the dark ones if you have to. The time of subtleties is past. We are mighty, but without the gateway to the realm of the dark ones, we will fall. And with us all hope of freedom for this world."

"I will my lord. The vessel will be here with time to spare. Even if it means burning the elemental nations to the ground." Said Itachi "But...what about Sasuke, my lord?" He asked, showing another piece of the tattered remains of his soul.

"Ahh...let him be. If you meet him, don't fight him. The dark ones have great plans for him...great plans indeed." Said the Unliving.

Itachi nodded. If his brother was in the dark ones schemed then he was pleased. After all, weren't the Uchiha their manifestation upon this world?

"I will leave now, my lord." Itachi said, raising himself from his knelling position and turning his back on the Unliving.

"Ah...before you go. Here is something to ensure your victory, young one." said the Unliving. Itachi turned to look at him, only to see a great bolt of dark power rushing towards him, extending from the Unliving skeletal hand.

The bolt it him, and Uchiha Itachi was no more, replaced by something far more sinister.

II

Naruto was broken. Every part of his body ached, his blood was seeping from uncountable gashes, his eyes were glazed and unfocused as he stumbled trough the forest, keeping a hand above his navel to keep his own guts from spilling to the ground from the massive wound he suffered at the hands of Kisame and his cursed sword. He had been separated from Yamato and Hinata in his pursuit of Sasuke, only to come face to face with Itachi and Kisame. It hand taken him every piece of cunning and skill he had to survive the ordeal, and even then, he was left like this. It was only a timely replacement with a kage bunshin which kept him from being taken by Akatsuki, as Itachi and Kisame readied themselves to take his body to whatever kami dammed fate those bastards had prepared for him.

But above all the wounds, above all the blood he lost, what hurt the most was seeing how utterly weak he was. They toyed with him from the beginning, and they will give him the illusion of landing a blow, only to counter his attacks in the last moment. They humiliated him.

Naruto stumbled even more, and came to rest against a tree, trying to regain a little breath, but his dying body would not have that. His legs gave away, and he slided down the tree, sitting against it. He raised his eyes to the sky, the dark night only interrupted by the shine of the stars, which were as cold and uncaring as the first winter he spent in the open, back when he was a mere child, five years old and kicked from the orphanage.

The heat was leaving him. His life was slipping away. But with death came clarity of mind, something he seldom had, tormented as he was by his drive to always be the strong one, the one person in which everyone could rely.

'This is it...dying alone, in a forest...so fitting for a failure like me...' He thought bitterly, ashamed at the inconsequential existence he led.

'Defeat...after defeat...after defeat. Why i can never win when it truly matters? The Bastard left because i was to weak to put him in his place...and now i was too weak to eve keep myself alive...If only i had been stronger...if...if only...' Naruto's eyes fluttered and he fell into that state of existence that lies between life and death.

He was in the dark hallway of his nightmares, but now it was shattered. The ceilings had holes in them, from witch a maddening purple light shone. dark, shapeless horrors, wavering between etherealness and reality squandered around him, snarling at him with huge hateful eyes and wails on tongues of unimaginable evil shouted at him from every corner of the terrible realm, while far away, beyond the chorus of horrible words, he heard laughter, a dark and cruel laughter, mocking everything in this maddening realm.

The laughter of the dark gods.

Naruto stared terrified at the abominations, and the moment his eyes rested on them, they became even more real. He closed his eyes, he put his hands over his ears trying to close himself of the horrible wails, but they only became stronger, hammering directly into his mind, trying to shatter the very core of his existence. Then, when the wails were reaching their crescendo, when Naruto´s mind was beginning to make out the meaning behind the tormented wails, and with that comprehension to loss his soul to the terror of the inmaterium, they stopped.

Naruto stood there, trembling, in that no place between reality and the other side, fearing the he would open his eyes and come again to face the soul wracking terror, for an eternity, until he gathered all his willpower, and in a feat of courage that outweighed anything he had ever done in his life, he opened his eyes.

The formless horrors were no more, the wails had gone, and the maddening light was now dim and devoid of it´s mind shattering quality. He looked around, still trembling from the previous ordeal, and saw that a red mist had filled the hallways, moving like an ethereal sea around him. The red sea moved to the holes of purple light, and the purple light seemed to recoil against it, like an animal lashing against something fearsome.

Naruto averted his eyes from the play of lights, as it seemed to hurt his eyes and make his head spin even worse that already was.

He made some unsure steps, but it was long before he managed to get used to the dark hallways, as there was always some strange sight in the corner of his eye, a cold shiver running down his spine, or a dark whisper on his ear. This place wreaked havoc on every sense of his body, and kept him from regaining full control of his mind, still recovering from the awesome mental assault he had endured.

Finally his mind regained it´s focus, although he still jumped at the strange sensations that the realm caused him.

"This...i know this place" He said to himself, and his voice rolled out his mouth like a gust of blue fire, forming the image of a meeting with the bane of his existence. Unsurprised at the fact that even talking became an exercise in strangeness in here, he tried to remember the path he had once walked, confused as he was by the changes in this, what he had believed to be his inner realm.

Time flowed oddly in the realm, and Naruto could not tell if the walk had taken him instants or an eternity, but finally he came to face the golden gate beyond which laid the room of the seal.

Naruto didn't remember the gate. It was something beatiful, in contrast with the abominations he had witnessed. Warriors of epic proportions were pictured in it, fighting all kind of strange beings, clad in amazing armors. In the center of the gate was another warrior, whose size and majestuosity made the others seem mere children in comparison, but it's form was broken, shattered like some amazing blow had hit the gate. Only the sword arm of the holy warrior was left intact, wielding as sword that seemed made of pure fire. Naruto noticed how the gate seemed to calm his overwhelmed senses, how the strange beings at the corner of his eyes had left, retreating into the deeps of the maddening realm.

Naruto extended a hand to the gate. It was warm to the touch, and suddenly the gate creaked open.

The vast chamber of the seal was there, the only place of the realm unchanged by his near death.

The chamber had always been a dark place, filled with a sense of dread, of bestial fury, directed at everything but nothing at the same time, but now, the fury seemed to have a sense of purpose, as the dark red mist that rolled around him marched out of the chamber, like a spectral army to wage war to the purple maddening lights that shone from the gashes in the realm. It washed around him, and Naruto could sense it, it's hatred and anger, but it didn't affect him like the first time he had been there, when he had almost been suffocated by the weight of such purposeless rage.

Naruto walked trough the vast chamber, and came to a stop in front of the bars of the cage that held the source of his grief, the reason why he had been hunted down and brought to his current state of near death.

The red eyes that plagued his nightmares opened beyond the bars, glowing with the same fury of always.

"Child..so you are here. You resisted the lure of the inmaterium. I am most...surprised." Said the beast, in that strangely polite yet utterly authoritarian tone that Naruto remembered.

"What happened? Am i dead?" Asked Naruto to the demon. He wanted to scream, to curse it like he always did, but the horrors he had witnessed and the shame of his defeat at the hands of Itachi and Akatsuki had left him to exhausted to do anything but speak in a low, tired whisper.

"Almost, i believe. Our mind realm is crumbling, and with it, our defense against the dark ones" Said the beast.

"Our mind realm?" asked Naruto, noticing how the demon spoke of themselves as one.

"Yes child, our. Two minds inhabit your body, and two minds shape its reflection on the warp" Said the beast, it's tails flicking behind him, as they released more of the red mist that rolled out of the chamber.

"The warp? the dark ones? I don't understand." said Naruto

"There are things that a man should not have to understand, child. But you are one with me, and without this knowledge, we may very well fall to the horrors that lie beyond. For ten millemia I dwelled in this world. Don't bother asking what I am, or how I came to be here, for I don't know. But I dreamed, and I hated. I don't know why I call it the inmaterium, I don't know the dark ones. But I know I hate them. I hate them and their servants. I hate their names, I hate their symbols, I hate their realm, and above all I hate their laughter that mocks every second of my existence. I know that as long as they exist I cannot have peace. My dreams tell me that they dwell in the realm beyond, a realm of mind and energy, of ideas and passions, that is the warp or inmaterium, as my dreams tell me. Every living thing exists in their realm, as a reflection. This place of dark hallways is our reflection on the warp and on those reflections they feed, and as they do, they taint the souls of man in the real world, leading them to madness and act of unspeakable horror. And when they taint enough, their servants, those horrors that assaulted you and some far more terrible, might take complete hold of a man's soul and use it as a tool, a conduct they can use to become real, and then feed on the flesh as well as the soul. Countless worlds, civilizations even, far mightier and wiser than anything you can fathom have been wiped out or become mere pawns for their amusement.

And now they want to do the same to this world, by using me as their tool…even though I cannot know remember why…they hate me as much as I hate them…they want to rid me of the only thing I have left, to turn me into their servant." Said the beast, its voice raising with every word, it's red, enraged eyes growing glazed and unfocused.

Then Naruto noticed it. The Kyuubi no yoko was insane, in every sense of the word. It's eyes flickered like it was having a waking dream, and suddenly it snarled, more of that red mist flowing like a tsunami from that beast.

"BUT THEY WILL FAIL! I AM THE SWORD OF MANKIND! I AM HATRED! THE FIRE THAT PURGES THE TAINT! I WILL ERASE THEM FROM EXISTENCE!" yelled the creature in a fearsome growl.

The Kyuubi´s eyes regained their lucidity, and turned to naruto.

"You child. Bastard son of a tainted man. I hate you, and the blood in your veins…but I will put my hatred aside. You didn't give in to the warp before, despite the fact that you are son of a traitor against all that lives. We must purge this world of taint child. And then we will find a way to purge the stars, you and I…yes we will…"

"What do you mean bastard son of a tainted man?! Did you knew my father? Tell me demon!" shouted Naruto, enraged at the beast.

The demons eyes widened, before it snarled again, red energy forming around Naruto, and suddenly trying to choke him

"Demon…Demon…DEMON! ME?! You dare to call me demon?! You!...I would destroy you utterly if I could, bastard child…but you and I are one now…I will have to endure…compared to an eternity of torment at the hands of the Hated Ones, you are a mere annoyance" Said the beast, allowing the power that was choking Naruto to dissipate.

Naruto fell to his knees, panting. The feeling of that power had been terrifying. Unlike the maddening attack he endured from the warp, which had threatened with ending his sanity and his sense of self, the red energy of the Kyuubi had threatened with oblivion. Absolute, utter oblivion, the erasing of all that was Uzumaki Naruto.

Naruto was unsure if he would be capable of enduring any more of this. A few hours before, he had been a prideful teen, thinking he was going to save the day and bring a lost friend to the village…but now, he had faced such shameful defeat, such terrible powers, such maddening horrors. The small part of his mind not spent in recovering from his brush with absolute destruction knew that he would never be the same again.

"Your father sealed me in you, using the blood of a hundred maidens and summoning a facet of one of the dark ones. I don't know how I know this, for all I can know is hatred and my dreams, but I know that the so called forth was tainted to the core, a pawn of the dark ones since childhood, his very existence plotted for that moment were he would have to seal me within you. Like they did with you, a mere vessel to hold me until they were prepared to harvest me. But they underestimated my power, my hatred for them! And they underestimated you, it seems…you should have been a frail, pathetic shell, with a mind assaulted by horrors and maddening whispers at all times, so when they came for you you will go like a sheep to the slaughterhouse. Yet you are oddly resilient to their influence. It would seem that not even the plans of the Hated ones are beyond the possibility of human failure…and you might very well become the greatest of their failures."

Naruto processed the words of the beast. His father was the fourth? He was a servant of those…Horrors that had assaulted him? He had been doomed from the start, a mere pawn of a war between things he couldn´t comprehend?

"No. No…NO! I am not a bastard! I am not a pawn! I am Uzumaki Naruto! I am the future hokage, I protected the leaf from you!" Shouted Naruto angrily at the demon, blue energy gathering around him, crackling.

"Is that what you think? A village of taint! I am the one who hates, the flaming sword! I was protecting all mankind from traitors and mutants like your father and those cursed Uchihas!" Yelled the beast, it's red energy becoming thicker, and advancing towards Naruto.

"Liar! You demon! Do you think I would believe you over my village? You just want me to destroy them!" snarled Naruto, his energy clashing against the wall of red power that now rose in front of him.

"BASTARD CHILD, LET ME SHOW YOU THEN!!" Growled the Kyuubi, its voice now a potent and dark, the hatred on it's words so thick that it seeped from his mouth like crimson blood.

The wall of Kyuubi´s power suddenly exploded in a multitude of tendrils, and lashed against Naruto, overwhelming the power that he had gathered and wrapping once again around him.

Then Naruto saw them. The horrors. Ten millemia of horrors, of crimes so heinous that Naruto could hardly believe that there were men capable of such things. He saw men and women, crucified on eight pointed stars, their blood used in unholy rituals to summon hideous creatures. He saw wars. Wars were a few brave men fought against those horrors, only to fall at the feet of their terrible summoners. He saw how the skies opened and rained down awesome destruction upon those tainted madmen, and how for a time there was peace.

But then the skies stopped raining their justice and war came again to the world. The crimes of old repeated themselves, but now the few brave men were many, and their powers challenged those of the madmen. The hidden villages were built, and the apparition of that taint became rarer and rarer.

And then he saw a man, with the eyes of a Hyuuga, bathing in the blood of innocent, praying to dark gods in foul tongues. He saw that man's eyes transform and become an Uchiha, and then continue committing acts of unspeakable evil. Everything the man touched became tainted, every pure thing was violated by his very presence. He saw the leaf, years prior his birth, a village were the streets were adorned with the rotten carcasses of those who defied the man, covered day and night by a mist of hatred and blood. The shame horrors that he had seen before, that almost had destroyed his sense of self appeared like flickers in the dark alleyways of the ruined village, the sheer vileness of the man slowly erasing the boundaries of reality, while hundreds of chained men and women built a massive throne for that man, a throne of black iron and bone, adorned with a eight pointed star.

He saw light coming to the leaf, in the shape of man. The man raised the very forest against the tainted Uchiha, and soon the village was torn apart as the two fought. Their battle lasted days, moving trough the village into the forest, from mountains to deserts, each using powers of the like Naruto could hardly imagine. Finally the two faced each other at the shores of a river, their bodies broken and exhausted. The Uchiha summoned all of his hatred, giving it form of purple lighting, from were the horrors of the warp wailed and snarled at the other man. But the man resisted their maddening wails, and finally defeated the Uchiha, burning him to cinders with a massive, with hot fireball, and then left, and became the first hokage.

The vision moved several years into the future, and he saw an orphan, looking just like him, attempting to become a ninja but failing every time. He saw the boy wallow in hatred as he was scorned and laughed at. The boy failed again and again, until tired of all the mocking, he left the village. He stumbled trough the forest, lost and hungry, until he arrived at the same river were the Uchiha fought the First. The wind whispered to him, and he followed the whispers until he found a cave, were a pair of blazing purple eyes awaited.

Two years later the child returned to the leaf, powerful beyond measure. He seemed to be virtuous and courageous, but when alone, he too would pray to dark gods. He would leave the village at night, and commit the same acts of evil as his the Uchiha, all it the name of those dark, bloodthirsty gods. He filled his skin with foul, horrible tattoos, written in the blood of those he killed without mercy. The child grew, and became hokage, nobody suspecting of his true nature…then Naruto saw something...

"NO!! STOP IT! STOP IT!" he yelled, he cried, he trashed against the red charka holding him in place, but the kyuubi was a being of hate and dreams, not mercy.

Naruto saw the man, the fourth, his father, slaughtering a whole village and offering their hearts to his dark gods. A single girl, hardly thirteen years old was spared. The fourth bound her, and inscribed the same tattoos he had on her skin with the fresh blood of her own mother. He gouged her eyes and cut her arms and legs, and then took her to that dark cave were the whispers of the wind had led him years ago.

Naruto was now crying openly, sobbing desperately as he saw the unspeakable horrors the man committed upon the girl.

His mother.

Then came the Kyuubi, and the fourth began the last act of his terrible deceit. He appealed at the council, saying with mock regret how only trough vast human sacrifice could the Kyuubi be defeated. The elders despaired and argued, but the Fourth's act was so convincing, that they truly believed that there was no other hope. ANBU were sent to the village, capturing young girls as the hokage requested. A hundred they were, sent to that dark cave were the fourth said only he could perform the ritual that would stop the Kyuubi.

What followed was even more horrible. He now understood the hatred of the Kyuubi, he now understood clearly why every single follower of those dark gods had to be utterly destroyed. At times, Naruto had been hateful at the villagers for the way they treated him, but what he saw made him think that he should have deserved worse, much worse.

The fourth gutted the girl he had defiled, taking Naruto from her womb and leaving her to die without a single mark of remorse, and then he slitted the throat of every single of the other girls, using them to fill a fountain made with the bones of the people he had killed during his life. In there Naruto was baptized with the blood of those innocent people. For hours the fourth chanted prayers of worship to his vile gods, offering Naruto in mind, soul and body to them.

Finally, the foul ritual finished, and the fourth returned to the leaf, seeing the Kyuubi rampaging trough the village, it's hate filled eyes seeking him, the source of the corruption that had awakened it from it's dreams.

The Kyuubi leveled it's eyes to the fourth, and with a monstrous growl that destroyed buildings, charged at him. The fourth eyes widened at the power of his foe. The whispers hadn't warned him that such power existed, let alone such power opposing him. But he steeled himself. The dark gods had promised power beyond his wildest imaginations, the rule of the very stars, and he would not fail them.

Raising Naruto, who was covered in the dried blood of his unholy baptism, he began to chant the foul litanies that the wind had whispered to him.

The Kyuubi continued it's charge, it's tails lashing in mad fury, their awesome power destroying every they touched, erasing the very soul of the men and women that tried in vain to stop him.

The fourth litany grew desperate as he saw the beast closing on him, until with a maddening wail, reality was torn apart by the words, and the horrible shape of the Shinigami appeared. But Naruto knew better now, the dreams of the Kyuubi having shown him the myriad shapes the dark ones took, and the uncountable servants they had. A being of the warp, surrounded by horrors and the purple, tainted energy, it chuckled darkly at the Kyuubi, taunting it in a language whose words were painful to hear.

The Kyuubi launched itself at the apparition, foaming red boiling hatred from it's mouth, and the two clashed in a shower of light.

The red energy surrounding Naruto dissipated, and he stood still, his face hanging from his shoulders as he looked at his reflection on the sallow waters of the seal chamber.

"Time flows oddly in the inmaterium. If my battle with the so called shinigami lasted a second of millemia I can´t tell, but at end it managed to seal me in you…you were tainted from birth, but I cleansed you my energy is an anathema to everything the Dark Gods stand for, at it managed to cleanse you…as for the fourth…I ensured he didn't escape my rage…my energy lashed against him while I charged the Shinigami, and his soul was shattered, after all, his usefulness to the Dark Ones had passed, and they felt no need to shield him from my wrath." Said the beast, voiced dripping satisfaction.

Naruto didn't hear, as he continued to look at his reflection with hollow eyes.

"Those who hunt you are servants of the dark gods. We can't allow the to get us, or all this world will fall prey to them." Said the Kyuubi again, trying to get a reaction from Naruto.

Naruto slowly raised his eyes towards the Kyuubi. He was a bastard child, created to fit the plans of some terrible powers.

But he also was Naruto Uzumaki. He had lived and he had endured were other would have broken. He had heard the wails of the warp and survived, he had faced oblivion at the hands of the Kyuubi. He managed to escape from two of the worst, most powerful criminals in the elemental nations.

Naruto knew he had two choices. He could break and become a puppet of fate, or he could fight like he always did.

"What can we do now?" was all Naruto said.

The Kyuubi made something akin to a grin.

"Our body is dying, and with it, the barriers that separate our soul from the rest of the warp. I can try to heal us, but between keeping the horrors in check and keeping you alive, my power is not enough. You will have to help me." Said the Kyuubi

"How?"

"The golden gate is the frontier of my domain. Beyond it, I can only project a minuscule fraction of my power, that's why even through the rest of our soul realm crumbles, this place remains intact. Trying to keep the horrors beyond the gate at bay it's very taxing, and because of this, I cannot stabilize your body…you will have to go outside, and destroy the horrors invading our realm…while I use my power to heal you."

"What? But I just came from there! Those things…I cannot fight those things…and the wails…" Despite Naruto's best efforts at bravery, the memory of his exposure to the warp was enough to make his resolve weaken.

"This is were you chose your destiny child. The wails cannot harm you if you don't pay attention to them, and the horrors are just as powerful as weak you are, besides, I will protect you as best as I can…or perhaps you will be more content surrendering to them? Like your cursed father did?" Said the Kyuubi, receiving a dark glare from Naruto.

"Don't you ever… talk about…that again" he said, his blood boiling. He wanted to forget the shame of how he was conceived, and if it meant destroying every single horror of the warp he would at least try.

Naruto turned his back to the cage, and left.

"Child, take some of my power with you…some of the horrors may be more than you can resist on your own" Said the beast. Red charka enveloped Naruto's hands, taking the shape of great claws, crackling with red lighting.

"Hate them. Hatred is the only thing that will truly vanquish them. The moment you hesitate in your hatred, is the moment when they will take your soul." Said the Kyuubi, as the golden gates parted to let Naruto pass, to a battlefield of the like few mortal had ever step on.

Next Chapter: Naruto faces his worst nightmares, while far away; a fleet departs, to bring the grim future of the 41 millemium to konoha. The Symphony of Hatred rages on!

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writting it, there was lacking a good warhammer crossover, with all the mindless "Naruto becomes space marine" crap . Unlike my other histories, wich are on hiatus for now, i will try hard to update this one, however getting a dregree on physics is fairly time consuming these days, so the updates can be a little slow. Expect severe gore, as well as a fairly dark plot...it´s warhammer 40000 after all, however naruto will remain quite mentally balanced considering the things he will face, so it isn´t a dark naruto fic. He won´t be as overly brigth thoug. Specially after learning of his...birth. Do not expect pairings. There will be of curse, hints at the characters emotions and crushes, but with all they knew crumbling around them, The naruto crew will be way to busy trying to stay alive for romance.

Please review, and even flame at your hearts content. I write mostly for my own enjoyement, but if your criticism is constructive i can improve, as for the flames, well, they give me a good laugh