Sup everyone, glad you guys liked that first chapter, and to answer a commonly asked question yes Madara could sense Salem. Ozma had yet to be brought back. Regardless one living human wouldn't have lessened his rage at the genocide of the rest. Also it wasn't that the brothers were week but instead that Madara is just that powerful. The term 'godlike' is thrown around a lot but in this case it is literal, he is stronger than gods. Enjoy.

Madara opened his eyes and was met with darkness, he was confused for only a few moments before everything came rushing back. The genocide, his battle, his hibernation. Standing from his seated position he reached out to the door and pushed it open, this world was most definitely in shambles. If what the elder brother had said was true then humanity was not completely gone, if he were to guess he'd say they seeded the planet with new humans to repopulate.

He stepped out into the stone hallway of his temple, immediately he felt spiderwebs touch his face, the entirety of the hallway was filled with the webs. The floor and walls were covered in moss and other plants. Roots could be seen growing out of the cracks in the stone walls.

Madara sighed, he'd likely been sleeping far longer than intended. He'd set seals around his temple to prevent such over growth and pest infestation, they had enough chakra put into them to last two centuries at the very least. Then of course was the time needed for this level of growth to occur, it tended to take a very long time for roots to grow through stone, he'd estimate it had been around six hundred years.

Rolling his neck around and stretching his arms Madara brought his hands together and flipped through several hands signs and inhaled deeply. "Great Fireball Jutsu!" He spewed an immense amount of fire downwards towards the ground. The explosive force of the flames instantly filled the entire hallway and like a flood of water spread through the entire temple incinerating everything in it's path.

After several seconds Madara cut off the jutsu, the fires dissipated shortly after leaving the walls of the temple black with soot and ash. With a nod of satisfaction Madara began walking until he reached the main entrance of his temple, the stone stairs leading down into the jungle surrounding the temple were in a similar state to the rest of his dilapidated temple. He pushed the annoyance from the affects of time on his home out of his mind and began floating upwards.

He continued to rise until he was above the clouds, taking the lotus position he closed his eyes and stretched out his senses. He remained still for several seconds as he felt out the world, his eyebrows raising a bit at what he was feeling. Humanity had indeed begun the process of repopulating, thanks to the grimm the progress was slowed considerably but if there was one thing humans were good at it was reproducing. What caught his attention however were two things, the first and foremost of these was the energy each person was giving off.

Before the genocide Madara could feel the 'magic' within people, this magic was no longer present and instead was replaced by what Madara almost mistook for Yin chakra. Some gave off more of this energy then others but that was to be expected, with humans nothing was the same for everyone.

The second was much less noticeable but didn't escape him, a new humanoid race had emerged. He was only able to tell they were different by the feel of their energy, it felt almost primal when compared to that of humanity.

"How interesting." He said to himself as he shifted his focus from humanity as a whole and began searching for something specific, it took a few minutes before he found what he was looking for, a small pinch of the elder brothers power mixed in with both 'magic' and this new energy. Interestingly enough it was right next to another source of 'magic', this one mixed with power from the younger brother. "The champion and another. Time to learn what I've missed." A portal then opened up behind him and he floated in.

Far Away

Ozma stood on the balcony of his and Salem's castle, behind him was a large room with four beds and toys all over the floor. His four precious daughter laid sleeping, their dreams likely filled with happy and innocent fantasies only a child is capable of. His dreams however would likely be a great deal darker. He and his wife, his queen, his goddess had once again had an argument over the path they should lead the world.

He knew it was blasphemous, taking on the mantel of gods, but they were doing visible good for the lands under their control. Law and order reigned, the people were fed and protect from the grimm. Things were good.

Ozma let out a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes, then without warning a light but noticeable pressure came down on his shoulders. It was the familiar weight of absolute power he felt whenever he had stood in the presence of one of the brother gods. In an instant his blood ran cold at the thought that the gods had returned prematurely.

Turning on his heels he sprinted through his daughters room and out the door, the guard at their door was startled as his god king ran out. "Nobody enters that room but me and my wife!" He shouted behind him as he ran. He wasted no time on stairs and simply jumped down flights at a time. By the time he burst into the great hall Salem was also running out of a nearby hallway.

"The girls?!" She demanded.

"Sleeping, do you feel it as well?" He asked but was interrupted as the main door creaked open a bit and a guard entered, jogging over and dropping to a knee.

"My Lord and Lady, I apologize for this interruption but there is a... man at the front gate demanding an audience." The man clearly sounded fearful. "We attempted to send him away, when he refused we attempted to use force. That's when he displayed magic similar to your majesties."

Ozma and Salem met each others gaze, understanding one another in an instant. "What did he do?" Ozma asked the man.

"My lord, one of the men made to strike him with the flat of his spear, the man turned the weapon to dust before it even touched him. The rest of us prepared for battle only for roots to burst from the ground and ensnare all but myself."

"I see, bring this man to us at once." Salem ordered.

"At once my Lady." Without waiting for anything else the guard ran off leave the pair of false gods standing alone in the great hall.

"What do we do?" Ozma asked his wife. "You felt that pressure, we can't face something like that."

"I know." Salem nodded clenching her fists. "But hopefully we're wrong and this isn't one of 'them'." It was a possibility that this was merely a person with great magical power, something that shouldn't be possible but their own children were proof that magic hadn't been entirely removed from this world. If this truly were one of the brother gods she doubted they'd be courteous enough to wait at the front gate for them to invite them in, or merciful enough to simply incapacitate the guards that had attacked.

"The elder fools champion and a product of the younger fools corruption." An unfamiliar voice filled the hall, the pair looked to the main doors as they were flung open completely. "A pair of children with scraps of power pretending to be gods, surrounded by fools weak and ignorant enough to believe such trivial power as divine." A man garbed in white robes and wielding a black staff stepped into the hall. He had flowing white hair, snow white skin and nearly glowing purple eyes with a ripple pattern. Floating in the air behind him were nine black orbs that appeared to be made of the material as his staff.

The pair stared at the man with apprehension, now that he was standing before them it was clear just how large the gap between their magic and his was. Salem and Ozma knew this being was not one of the brother gods, nor was he human. By his words they could tell he knew far more than anyone should. "What... Who are you?" Ozma finally managed to speak.

The being looked the two of them up and down, he spent a few extra moments on Salem before answering. "My name is Madara Uchiha, the Sage of the Six Paths and the one who defeated and sealed away the two beings you called gods. I've been asleep for a very long time and felt the two best people to catch me up would be the two of you." He explained ignoring their shocked and horrified faces. "My first question is this, where are these relics?"

Hours Later

"And thus we took up the mantel of this worlds gods, to lead it's people down a better path." Salem finished the extended version of the time since the gods departure. The group of three now sat at a table in a large library within the castle, nearby was a warm crackling fire place. Madara had produced the wood and fire for it upon seeing it, stating it fit the aesthetic of the room.

Madara took a sip of the tea he'd been provide upon request over an hour into the discussion, surprisingly enough the tea wasn't even poisoned, not that poison would work on him in the first place. "Foolishness and arrogance." He chuckled. "What could a woman who caused the end of her race possibly know of being a god." His grin didn't falter in the slightest as he felt the hatred in her glare. Salem was just about to respond to the sage's attack when he continued. "Of course I can't claim to be better. I thought myself capable of choosing humanities path in my world, and while it went as hoped for a century or so, nothing lasts forever. My arrogance brought about the near extinction of humanity." Madara set his cup down and leaned his head on his fist as he looked to Ozma. "The elder's chosen champion, it would appear you are the only one at this table not directly responsible in some way to the genocide of a species. I hope you will keep it that way."

Ozma could feel his wife distress, what the gods had done had always been a touchy subject and this being spoke of it so flippantly. Ozma cleared his throat and attempted to recompose himself. "You stated when we first met that you sealed the brother gods away, could you explain that a bit more." He asked changing the subject.

"After engaging the pair in a battle that lasted several weeks and utterly obliterating the planet we fought on I employed a technique that used the remains of the destroyed world to encase both brothers within their own prisons. I then placed upon both prisons an incredibly powerful seal designed to drain the energy of the captives and use that energy to maintain the seal itself. In other words as they cannot ever truly regain their strength while within their prisons as any power they do gain back will immediately be drain and use as fuel to keep them trapped." Madara explained the both shocked and fearful pair. "After that I sent the younger brother to a separate dimension to make any form of connection or communication between the two impossible. Until the day you bring those relics back together and summon them here they will remained weak, alone and completely helpless. For all powerful beings who've always been together it's as close to hell as I could make it."

Ozma stared at the man horrified by the thought, to imagine such despair the gods must be feeling even now. His thoughts were cut off by the sight of his wife's shoulders shaking, his first instinct was to comfort her until he heard her laughter. Throwing her head back Salem laughed harder than he'd ever seen, tears streamed down her face as she held her chest. "Tha-that... damned... lizard." She choked out between bouts of laughter as she tried to calm herself. "Oh! What I'd give to see their faces!" She said as the hysterical laughter died down into a giggle fit. "So damned superior, to be made as helpless as one of their own creations!"

The group fell into a calm silence for several minutes after Salem recomposed herself, then Ozma decided to break the silence and address the matter he knew both he and Salem were most worried about. "So... God Madara?" Only now did Ozma realize he didn't quite know how to address the being before them.

"I am no god, if you must use a title however Lord Sage will do." Madara waved him off.

"Very well Lord Sage, what is it you plan next? For this world?" Ozma asked fearing his answer.

"I have none." His quick answer surprised the pair greatly. "When I originally came to this world from my own, less than a century before those two struck down humanity, I made it clear to them I wanted nothing to do with the affairs of this world. I came here in a self imposed exile, punishment for my sins. That still has not changed, I fought and punished those two because unlike myself I knew they were to high and mighty to understand the weight of their actions. I remedied that." Madara drained the last of his tea before setting the cup down. "I am a outsider, a spectator in this world and nothing more."

"Mama, Papa!" A high pitch voice filled the library as the doors swung open and a wave of little feet scurried across the floor. Madara watched as four girls ran over to their parents, each looking like they were still waking up. On a whim he activated his Rinnegan and looked over the girls, he quickly confirmed his suspicions. While still dormant in three, the eldest had traces of this 'magic' moving through her much like her parents.

"You have funny eyes." His attention moved to one of the younger girls who was pointing at him.

"Spring! It's rude to point and say things like that!" Ozma chastised the girl, clearly scared she might offend the being capable of defeating the brother gods.

Madara leaned forward in his chair and held out his hand to the girl, his palm facing her. Both her parents tensed and looked ready to attack at any second. Slowly he closed his hand into a fist and then turned it over so his palm was facing up. Then just as slowly he opened it to reveal a beautiful white flower with purple and red speckles along the petal. The girl giggled and took the the flower and showed it to her sisters.

Standing from his chair Madara looked to the relief filled parents. "I hope you do better than the previous two fools to call themselves gods. Farewell." With that he turned and began walking away, a portal opened up in front of him. A moment later he was gone along with any trace of his presence.

So I heard some people commenting on the brother gods being weak in the last chapter, this is incorrect, Madara is just that strong. He's not as strong as Kaguya was, he's stronger. He currently hold all chakra in existence and has increased that through centuries of training and meditation. Since he has all the chakra it only follows that he also has access to every chakra release, and bloodline. He is overpowered to the peak. Leave me a review and tell me what you all think. LATER.