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It had been a long time since he last felt the wind.
Kurama wasn't sure how it happened, but one moment he was an unwilling observer of childbirth and the next he was towering over his jinchuriki.
"Servant, are you alive?" He heard her grunt in exhaustion.
Deeming that an adequate sign of survival, Kurama looked around and saw his village in the distance, and without delay he headed home.
"Ha, I don't even need to control the Kyuubi for it to do my biding. Konoha will fall." Kurama heard those words from behind him and scoffed.
He served no one.
When Kurama arrived on the outskirts of the village he took perch on his old pedestal. He let his chakra coat his home, hugging it in a protective embrace. Screams rang throughout the night as his majestic self loomed over the humans, like the guardian he was in the past once more. Servants came flying out of homes left and right, but the looks on their faces were not that of reverence, but of fear.
"Foolish servants, no harm will come to you. Your deity has returned to his rightful place." His voice booming, yet gentle, as it traveled through the breeze.
Kurama comforted the descendants of his worshipers, but it seemed the faith they once had was lost, his words of peace ignored. The screams continued as shinobi took arms against him. It hadn't been that long since he was trapped in the two red women, had they forgotten who they served?
Who this village had worshiped for centuries?
Did they forget their God?
He shouldn't have let those shinobi in, if they weren't here then the invaders would never have come with their foreign metal, corrupting his strongest worshipers and trapping him.
Now, everything was different.
Instead of the adoration he was used too in the past, his people attacked him.
He slammed his tails on the ground in warning, Kurama wasn't a malevolent God, but like a father he would discipline his children when they overstepped. He had no desire to hurt them, for it was like attacking a rain drop that fell on one's head.
Unnecessary, and a waste of energy for a magnificent being like him.
Their attempts overall were inconsequential, but Kurama wasn't one to let his people suffer.
"Listen to me well, you are safe with me here. Serve me, and you will be protected. You need not fear me."
His servants froze staring up at him, and just when Kurama thought he resolved the situation, one by one their bodies twitched and they continued their attack with resolve. Kurama frowned, those things were interfering again.
Did the circles really hold such power? He underestimated them, the circles had spread to more of his servants than he realized. How much did he miss while being imprisoned?
Before he knew it the mate of his jailer arrived, and the two were transported away from his home. Chains immediately surrounded his form.
"Servants, release me! Why did you remove me from my throne?"
The two humans ignored him, speaking to each other quietly.
"Listen to your God, humans."
No move was made to heed his words.
"Do you deny me?" Kurama asked in soft tones.
The only response he got was the hands moving from the man, and the shifting of the woman in front of her child.
"You really think I would harm a child?" Kurama roared, whether it was at the insult, or at the feeling of his soul being ripped in two, he couldn't tell.
All he did know was that these people weren't his anymore, but puppets. He was wrong to think that his jinchuriki was exempt to their power because of his presence. No, she was just like the rest of them. Puppets to the circles inside of them. They no longer served him. They were just worms in human skin.
No God such as him, would protect worms.
"You are my people no more."
In a breath, he was back behind bars.