Prologue - "The Flaw in the World"
The world had always feared what it did not understand. From the moment he was born, Naruto Uzumaki bore the mark of that fear. A vessel of chaos. A child cursed with the burden of the Nine-Tails. The boy with no name but the one spat in whispers behind his back, demon.
But Naruto had never been truly alone.
Within the dark reaches of his soul, he was watched. Not just by the fox who loathed humanity, but by something far older, Astaroth, the devil of time, silent and patient. And with him, two voices, reflections of a single fractured soul: Julius, bright and hopeful, a whisper of freedom and possibility; and Lucius, cold and calculating, the architect of order and control.
As a child, Naruto listened more to Julius, laughing at illusions of grandeur, dreams of acceptance, of one day becoming Hokage. But Lucius was always there, waiting, speaking truths the boy was too naïve to understand.
"They hate you because you are different."
"They fear you because you were born flawed in their eyes."
"But you... you are the future. The world needs to be remade."
Kurama laughed bitterly at both men, yet he could not deny the sting of their words. In Lucius, the beast saw the mirror of his own contempt.
Years passed, and Naruto fought tooth and nail for the village that rejected him. He trained, he suffered, he bled, and finally, he succeeded. He brought Sasuke back... but broken, near death. And for that, the village cast him aside.
"You've gone too far."
"You endangered the Uchiha heir."
"You're unstable, dangerous, unfit to be a shinobi."
Banished. Exiled. Forgotten.
It was in exile that Naruto stopped listening to Julius. And for the first time... he truly heard Lucius.
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Across the continent, in the distant and mysterious Land of Demons, shadows plagued the sacred land. There he met Shion, the last priestess, fighting a losing battle against a force far older than any shinobi war. There, Naruto faced Mōryō, a being of pure evil, and won. But he did not destroy it.
He purified it.
With the power of Soul Magic, awakened in the void of his despair, Naruto did the unthinkable: he transformed the corrupted into divine. The demonic into sacred. He turned the Land of Demons into a sanctuary. Its warriors, Paladins, were born from the ashes of the darkness that once consumed them.
There, Naruto found purpose. Not as a jinchūriki. Not as a shinobi.
As a ruler. A prophet. A judge of the world.
The boy who once dreamed of becoming Hokage was gone.
In his place stood a man cloaked in light, bearing white wings, antlers and a halo, his presence bent time itself.

The world would come to know him not as Naruto Uzumaki.
But as Julius Novachrono, the Herald of Order.
And his judgment was coming.