NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

The seeds of doubt were planted in Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's heart long before her wrath consumed her. At first, she believed in humanity. She believed in their potential, in their capacity to grow beyond violence and greed. Her love for Tenji, The Emperor of the Land of Ancestors, had further solidified this hope. Yet, over time, humanity proved to be as fragile and volatile as she feared.

The turning point came when Suzaku, the minister of the rival Land of That, attempted to kidnap Kaguya. His soldiers ambushed her one evening while she walked alone in the palace gardens, basking in the soft glow of moonlight. They attacked without warning, their intent clear—to capture her and use her as leverage against Tenji.

Kaguya tried to reason with them, her voice calm but firm. "Do not test me. I mean no harm, but I will defend myself."

The soldiers laughed, mocking her as a mere woman. When they lunged at her, Kaguya unleashed a fraction of her power. The ground beneath them cracked and trembled as roots from the earth snaked upward, piercing armor and flesh alike. Her white robes became splattered with crimson as she cut them down one by one. Their screams echoed through the night, silenced only when the last soldier fell lifeless at her feet.

Breathing heavily, Kaguya stood amidst the carnage, her expression unchanging. She had acted in self-defense, yet the scene before her shook her faith further. Why must humanity always resort to violence?

Word of the massacre spread quickly, and Tenji's council urged him to take action. Despite his love for Kaguya, the emperor feared the growing tension between their land and the Land of That. He called her to the throne room, his expression torn between love and duty.

"Kaguya," he began, his voice trembling, "you've killed their men. They demand retribution. If I do not act, there will be war."

She stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. "They attacked me first. I defended myself. Are you saying I should have let them take me?"

Tenji hesitated. He loved her deeply, but the weight of his people's safety loomed over him. "I cannot risk the lives of thousands for one person," he said quietly, his words like daggers to her heart.

"And what of your promises? Your vows to me?" Kaguya demanded, her voice cold now.

Tenji clenched his fists. "I have to think of the greater good. If surrendering you will prevent a war, then—"

"You would betray me," she interrupted, her voice sharp and venomous.

The love they had shared dissolved in that moment, replaced by a bitter sense of betrayal. Kaguya stared at him, her heart hardening. "You are not the man I thought you were. You would trade me away like a pawn on a chessboard. So be it. But know this—if you turn against me, I will not hesitate to defend myself."

Tenji took a step back, fear flickering in his eyes. For the first time, he saw not the woman he loved, but the goddess she truly was—a being far beyond his comprehension.

The betrayal cut deeper than any wound. Kaguya withdrew from the palace, retreating to the sacred grounds of The God Tree. She had avoided eating its fruit, knowing the power it held and the consequences it would bring. But now, she saw no other way.

Standing beneath the towering tree, she placed a hand on its bark, feeling its immense energy coursing through her. "I wanted peace," she whispered, her voice trembling with anger. "But humanity has shown me only violence, greed, and betrayal. If I must become a monster to bring peace, so be it."

With a final resolve, she plucked the fruit and consumed it. The energy surged through her body, reshaping her, amplifying her power beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her veins burned with chakra, her senses expanding to encompass the entire planet. She was no longer merely Kaguya Ōtsutsuki. She was a goddess.

With her newfound power, Kaguya cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi. The moon turned red, its glow enveloping the world. Every human, every soldier, every ruler fell under its spell. They collapsed where they stood, their eyes reflecting the eternal light of the moon. In their dreams, they found peace—a false peace crafted by Kaguya's will.

Tenji was among them. As he succumbed to the genjutsu, he looked up at her one final time, his voice weak. "What... are you?"

Kaguya gazed down at him, her expression cold. "I am what humanity has made me. I am your savior and your punishment."

The Birth of Hagoromo and Hamura

Unknown to Tenji, Kaguya was carrying his children. Hagoromo and Hamura were born amidst the stillness of a world trapped in eternal sleep. Kaguya loved them fiercely, for they were her only connection to the life she had once hoped for. She raised them as both sons and warriors, training them in the ways of chakra and preparing them for the battles she knew would come.

Her paranoia grew with each passing year. She feared the return of her clansmen—the Ōtsutsuki who would come to claim the chakra she had stolen. To protect herself and her children, she used the people trapped in the Tsukuyomi, transforming them into an army of White Zetsu. These soulless soldiers were her insurance, her means of standing against any who dared to threaten her reign.

Over time, Kaguya became colder, more detached. The love she once felt for humanity was replaced by disdain. She saw them as tools, pawns to be manipulated for her purposes.

Kaguya stood alone atop The God Tree, her robes billowing in the wind. She looked down at the world she had subdued—a world of peace built on fear and control.

This is the only way, she told herself, though a part of her longed for the simpler days when she believed in love, in humanity.

Her gaze hardened. "Let them call me a monster. Let them fear me. I will protect this world from all who threaten it—even if I must stand alone."

And so, the Moon Goddess ruled, her wrath unchallenged, her heart colder than the stars from which she had descended.