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  • Author: Joseph Steinard Jr. | Banner: Landon Soto

    Gorosaurus stomped through the lush jungle of Monster Island, his muscular legs moving him through the tall trees. His olive green skin bathed in the sunlight. It felt good to the giant Allosaurus. He had come to this island in search for food. Gorosaurus sniffed the ground, smelling the scent of something. Not too far from him, he saw a small animal: a boar. The dinosaur quickly jolted forward, catching the boar with his teeth. Gorosaurus reared his head up and swallowed the hairy animal before licking the blood off his teeth and putting his head back down to look for more food.

    The green dinosaur once again sniffed the ground before finding yet another boar. Licking his lips, Gorosaurus prepared to eat the small animal.

    Suddenly, the boar squealed in pain as blood flew from its back, into the air. Gorosaurus widened his eyes and took a few steps back in surprise, looking down at the still squealing animal. He saw the boar begin to be lifted up into the air before disappearing into the leaves of the trees. The giant reptile cocked his head and gave a noise of confusion. He saw the blood of the boar also disappearing into the trees. Gorosaurus squinted his eyes and took a few steps forward to where he originally was, taking a closer look at the trees, trying to find where the boar went.

    The sound of ruffling leaves was heard from behind the dinosaur. Gorosaurus turned around to see what made the noise. A chittering sound filled the area. Gorosaurus tried to find the source of the noise but couldn’t. The giant Allosaurus sniffed the air, catching the scent of something. It definitely did not smell like a boar. More leaves rustled from behind him, and the dinosaur once again looked to investigate.

    Once more, he found nothing.

    Gorosaurus squinted his eyes and leaned forward, trying to find what was making the noise.

    A screeching roar was heard from behind the dinosaur before something latched onto his back, immediately battering him in the head. Gorosaurus roared in pain and surprise as he was attacked. The green dinosaur couldn’t reach his assailant, so he tried shaking it off. The thing wouldn’t budge: it was like it was hooked to him. Gorosaurus roared in pain again as he tried getting this thing off of him. He decided to take a different approach.

    Gorosaurus fell on his back, nearly crushing his attacker with his weight, causing it to screech in pain. The saurian quickly got up and turned back to see his assailant on the ground. It was a giant, green praying mantis, its legs scrambling as it tried to get up. Gorosaurus licked his lips before lowering his head to make a meal out of the overgrown bug. He was about to put his jaws around its throat before the dinosaur felt something jab into his back, causing blood to spurt into the air.

    Gorosaurus roared in pain as he spun around, hitting whatever attacked him with the trees around him. The dinosaur turned to face whatever stabbed him. In the trees, shaking its head was another mantis. It looked at its partner on the ground, chittering to it. The fellow bug chittered back, almost like they were talking. The two now looked at Gorosaurus, lifting their claws in the air, crying at the saurian with their screeching noises. Gorosaurus roared back, challenging the bugs to fight him.

    The Kamacuras gladly accepted. They had been flying from island to island, eating anything they could find. Right now, this was their island, and they wouldn’t surrender it so easily.

    The duo swiftly flew toward the dinosaur, attempting to slash him with their sharp claws, but Gorosaurus quickly turned around and smacked the giant bugs with his tail, causing the Kamacuras to crash into the trees, making the trunks break. The two insects shook their heads before looking back at their reptilian opponent, only to see that he was charging them. The Kamacuras quickly extended their wings and flew out of the way, leaving Gorosaurus to stop in his tracks. The insectoid duo circled around the olive green dinosaur before landing on the ground, screeching at Gorosaurus as he turned around. Spotting a small, nearby boulder, one Kamacuras had an idea.

    The emerald green bug turned to her partner and chittered as she lightly tapped the boulder to show the other Kamacuras. The mantis nodded and chittered back.

    Gorosaurus glared at the two, waiting for them to attack. The Kamacuras looked back at the dinosaur and roared at him. The bug on the right passed the other the rock she found, which the other Kamacuras caught it with the flat of his claw. Gorosaurus curiously, though cautiously, stared at the boulder, wondering when it would be thrown. The male Kamacuras rolled it back and forth amongst himself as the theropod’s eyes kept following the rock. The oversized bug backhanded the boulder to his partner who caught it with the flat of her claw before hitting it, causing it to hit Gorosaurus in the stomach.

    The giant Allosaur roared out as he was hit with the rock, causing him to stumble back. This gave the Kamacuras an opportunity. The female flew into Gorosaurus, slashing at him with her claws. The saurian roared in pain as the bug’s claws tore into his flesh. Meanwhile, the male Kamacuras threw small boulders at their opponent, hitting him in the legs.

    Gorosaurus roared in pain once more as the mantis cut his back, letting crimson blood trickle down his backside while rocks bounced off his muscular legs. The theropod decided to use his small, but effective arms and slash at the overgrown insect. The Kamacuras screeched in pain as Gorosaurus scratched her chest, his claws easily cutting into her weak hide. The Gimantis got off of her opponent and flew behind him to examine her wounds. The male was about to fly into the reptile, but Gorosaurus’ tail hit the bug as he turned around, causing the Kamacuras to fall.

    Gorosaurus roared at the female Kamacuras hovering over the trees, motioning her with his head to come forward. He had a good plan. The Gimantis cocked her head and thought for a moment before raising her claws in front of her and flying toward the theropod. Gorosaurus quickly brought his tail down onto the grounded Kamacuras, crushing his back as the dinosaur lifted himself up, bringing his legs forward and kangaroo-kicking the oncoming Kamacuras. The kick sent the mantis flying into the trees on, skidding across the ground as she crashed, causing many trees to break off and fall. The Kamacuras struggled to breathe as she laid on the ground, her legs scrambling as she tried to get up so she could help her mate.

    Gorosaurus turned around and looked at the downed bug. The male Kamacuras slowly got to his four spiked feet and turned to the dinosaur, hissing and clicking at him as he caught his breath. Gorosaurus roared back and began to charge at the Gimantis. The Kamacuras swiftly flew past the Allosaur before turning back and slashing at Gorosaurus, cutting his side. The saurian roared in pain before seeing the mantis flying at him once again. This time, Gorosaurus thought of something. The reptile lowered his head and charged toward the flying Kamacuras.

    Gorosaurus’ head collided with the mantis’ chest, the head-butt sending the Kamacuras rolling in the air before crashing into the jungle, knocking the wind out of the insect. The Kamacuras coughed up yellow blood as he slowly got up to see the theropod running toward him, crushing every tree in his way. The mantis quickly flew away, evading the clutches of the predatory monster and landed behind Gorosaurus. His mate landed beside him, chittering to her partner. The saurian turned around and roared at the duo before charging at them again.

    The insectoids roared back before flying toward Gorosaurus. The female swooped behind the saurian while the male took their adversary head on, slashing at his body. Gorosaurus roared in pain as the Gimantis left large scratch marks on his chest, responding by turning around and hitting the Kamacuras’ side with his tail, sending the mantis crashing into a group of trees. The other Kamacuras once again flew behind the dinosaur and latched onto his back before slamming her claws into his head. Gorosaurus bellowed in pain as the bug’s sharp claws caused his head to bleed, the red liquid trickling down the Allosaur’s face. Gorosaurus tried shaking the Kamacuras off like before, but once again, it was no use.

    The reptile then turned his head toward his back, being able to reach the Gimantis. Gorosaurus clamped his jaws around her arm, causing the Kamacuras to screech in both pain and surprise before bashing the saurian with her other claw. Gorosaurus ignored the pain and spun around before bringing the mantis up and slamming her to the ground on her back, causing dirt to fly up. The Kamacuras laid on the ground, both dizzy and in pain. She let out a weak cry before the dinosaur lifted a foot up. Aiming for the abdomen, Gorosaurus was going to crush the overgrown insect.

    Before something slammed into his body with great force.

    Gorosaurus skidded back not far from where he was, almost falling down, but luckily, the saurian kept his balance. The female Kamacuras’ enraged mate now began attacking him, hitting Gorosaurus in the face with his claws while hovering in the air. The reptile roared in pain as his face was getting slashed at and clobbered at the same time, each hit leaving scratch marks and bruises. Gorosaurus lowered his head and marched forward before coming up and hitting the mantis in the jaw with his head. The Kamacuras’ head jolted up as he was hit. The Gimantis was about to continue his assault before Gorosaurus’ mighty jaws caught Kamacuras’ throat and slammed him to the ground on his back, causing the leaves in the trees around them to blow away.

    The Gimantis was about to get up, but a pair of jaws once again clamped onto his neck. As the dinosaur lightly placed a foot on the Kamacuras’ abdomen, the mantis shrieked as he tried getting Gorosaurus off of him, using his claws to scratch his face. The Allosaur endured the pain and began applying pressure to the insectoid’s squishy abdomen, the claws on his foot easily cutting into it, causing yellow blood to spurt out. The Kamacuras roared in pain as Gorosaurus began squishing his lower half, still trying to get the saurian off of him, but it was useless. The Gimantis’ movements got weaker and weaker while his bulbous, yellow eyes began to dim.

    Gorosaurus moved his head lower, near the Kamacuras’ chest and began pulling on the bug’s body while stepping harder on his abdomen. The Kamacuras’ screeches lowered and his strikes were much weaker. He hoped his mate would come and help him. Suddenly, the saurian’s claws went all the way through the insect’s abdomen. Gorosaurus brought his head up while dragging his foot away, successfully ripping the Kamacuras in half. Yellow blood poured out of the upper half while yellow liquid and guts seeped and moved out of the detached abdomen.

    The Gimantis’ eyes turned dark forever as his body turned limp.

    The dinosaur dropped the Kamacuras’ lifeless corpse. Gorosaurus took a breath as he looked at the dead bug. He raised his head and roared into the sky in victory. He had beaten one of these pests, and now to find the other one and kill her. The saurian had multiple cuts and bruises on his body, but he was still more than willing to fight. Gorosaurus looked at the corpse in front of him and cocked his head, licking his lips. Maybe eating the Kamacuras could provide him with more energy.

    The dinosaur lowered his head and was about to dig his teeth into the body.

    Until something stabbed the side of his throat.

    Gorosaurus’ eyes grew wide as his throat was stabbed. There appeared to be nothing beside him.

    Until a rippling effect next to the dinosaur revealed a green mantis.

    The female!

    Her claw clamped around Gorosaurus’ throat and pulled down, ripping the Allosaur’s throat out. Gorosaurus took a few steps forward with his mouth open, blood pouring down his body before the dinosaur fell to his side, spilling more blood onto the ground, turning the dirt red. Gorosaurus’ eyes shut forever as the bloody, scarred dinosaur became nothing more than fallen prey.

    The Kamacuras chittered in victory before looking around, trying to find her mate. She looked beside the dead body of Gorosaurus and found him. The Gimantis walked toward her partner’s lifeless upper half. A sound of sadness escaped her mandibles. Her claws went under his neck and back as the female picked him up, almost like she was cradling him.

    The mantis’ head touched his as another sad noise came out of her.

    She then backed her head away and let the half of her partner down. The Kamacuras turned to Gorosaurus’ body. Walking up to it, she examined the lifeless dinosaur. It was much bigger than the boars and cattle that she’s been eating. Kamacuras picked up Gorosaurus’ ripped out throat and opened her mandibles before taking a bite out of it.

    She was surprised. It was much better than she expected and with ravenous eyes she looked on to the Allosaur’s corpse with enthusiasm.

    Time to feast.

    Winner: Kamacuras (Millennium)

    K.W.C. // April 2, 2020
  • Author: Joshua Reynolds | Banner: Joshua Reynolds

    In the desolate remains of the devastated city, the frozen Godzilla stood like a monument of sin. Decades’ worth of nuclear waste had given rise to a life form beyond that of human comprehension. And yet, humanity was forced to face its own creation. Not only did they face it, but they defeated it. But the city in which this fierce battle was waged would be a ghost town for at least another year. The beast’s radiation would be toxic to anything there. But even now, all eyes were on the behemoth they called “Godzilla.”

    And it was on this day, but 385 days after his supposed death, the demon began to awaken. The petrified skin began to flake off like egg shell. A reddish glow began to spread across his colossal body like volcanic blood veins. The devil’s eyes opened, revealing soulless, black pupils. His mouth parted, unleashing the bellow that shook an entire world to its core.

    Godzilla had revived.

    Immediately, sirens across the empty city of Tokyo began to blast. Clocks began to count down for a nuclear detonation from the United States. The world couldn’t risk the advent of Godzilla once more.

    The lumbering giant turned his body and his unnaturally long tail danced slowly behind him. His eyes focused, looking toward the sea. His home. Godzilla’s movement was slow but steady. Streets collapsed under his titanic weight, sinking his clawed feet into subway and sewer systems. Buildings fell like house of cards around him, avalanching his lower torso in debris. And still, the unnatural being pushed on to return to the sea and advanced his own evolution.

    And then he heard it.

    It was the cry of something else. Another great creature had risen from the depths. Godzilla stopped, his head slowly tilting to the side. He could see the ocean in the distance and something was rising out of it. A gigantic, blubbery body carried on four paddle-shaped fins began to crawl to the beach. Its reddish-black tinted body shimmered in the sunlight as water fell from its leathery hide. On its face, a short snout filled with many needle-like teeth. Its most prominent feature was its titanic tusks, hanging down on either side of its muzzle.

    Maguma’s eyes opened, showing their torques color. The king of the walruses had no idea why he was there, but he was. His mouth opened as wide as it could once more, unleashing another haunting cry.

    Godzilla stood motionless, almost like a sentry at guard while Maguma crawled through the beach and into the surrounding streets. Then the walrus saw him. The beast from another age had no idea what drew him here, but upon seeing the unnatural form of Godzilla standing tall, something inside his primitive mind clicked. This was why he was here. The Earth itself had drawn him here to rectify a deadly mistake. The walrus remained low to the ground as he began to crawl toward his target. Godzilla, however, remained unmoving and only watched curiously.

    Before long, the primitive kaiju closed the gap. Maguma reared up on its hind flippers, bringing its head up to Godzilla’s chest region. He then thrust down. Despite watching the creature approach, Godzilla was taken by surprise as the tusks plunged into the glowing material of his chest. A torrent of blood began to fall, bubbling and sizzling on the streets. Maguma’s head pulled back and thrust down again, stabbing into Godzilla’s front side once more. And again the walrus did this, only this time Godzilla’s tail lashed out with lightning speed. It snaked around his frame and struck like a whip, striking Maguma’s forehead with an awful sound.

    The colossal pinniped gurgled deeply in rage as his head was thrust to the Earth. Godzilla remained unmoving and careless. He lifted a leg and slowly brought it down, claws digging into the blubber behind Maguma’s skull. The walrus’ head was grinded into the debris, but the titan wouldn’t be defeated so easily.

    With the frenzy of a primal world, Maguma began to thrash from side to side. It didn’t take long for him to free himself from underneath Godzilla’s heel. Godzilla slowly stumbled back awkwardly as Maguma regained his aggressive stance. His jaws came down around Godzilla’s thigh, teeth sinking into the devil’s radioactive flesh and blood. Godzilla’s sickening cry rang loud as his head looked down at it. His jaws spread wide and split apart. Maguma’s eyes rolled up, catching Godzilla’s gaze just before a shiny membrane encased them. Then, a plume of smoke erupted from the demon’s maw. Immediately, Maguma released his hold. He awkwardly crawled back, hacking and gagging from the thick, radioactive smoke.

    Godzilla, however, didn’t cease. Instead this smoke began to ignite in his mouth, turning into a concentrate stream of atomic fire. The smoke then detonated like a bomb, erupting in every direction. The force of the explosion was enough to lift Maguma off of his flippers. He was hurled back, flipping several times in mid-air before being slammed back to the Earth, his body now burnt and smoldering.

    Godzilla’s mouth suddenly clamped shut, ending his attack. The membrane of his eyes pulled back, allowing the unearthly thing to gaze upon the destruction he brought. He then spotted Maguma. The walrus was on his side, bleeding badly from wounds on his head and ribcage. However, eons worth of life couldn’t be silenced so quickly. Despite the pain, the Antarctic kaiju rolled over onto his flippers and bared his fangs at the demon.

    Countless miles away, in the heart of the Pacific Ocean, a U.S. Cruiser launched its payload. A missile, hundreds of times more powerful than the ones used on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, lifted up from the vessel with a trail of smoke and brilliant light following behind it…

    Godzilla stepped forward as Maguma began to approach. The titan lunged with surprising speed, jaws biting down on Godzilla’s hand. The mutation’s opposite arm came over, claws scraping across the head and face of the pinniped. Trickles of blood began to flow as the walrus began to gnaw. Godzilla released an unheard scream as the bones in his hand were grinded like hamburger. Godzilla’s membrane once again covered his eye, but this movement caught Maguma’s eye. Just as the leviathan’s jaw split, the walrus released his now mangled hand and leaped up like a hungry crocodile. His mouth came down on the mouth of Godzilla, tusks impaling from the top jaw and through the lower.

    The sudden weight caused Godzilla to collapse, dropping to his chest and belly with the arctic kaiju attached to his mouth. Embers of radioactive material began to escape from each side of Godzilla’s face while Maguma’s tusks began to smolder.

    Godzilla’s massive tail waved behind them and then came down, cracking against Maguma’s blubbery hide. It took several strikes, but the walrus eventually relented. He pulled his head up, ripping his tusks from Godzilla’s mouth and backed away. Godzilla, however, was near helpless. With a crushed hand and mangled mouth, the mutation struggled to stand.

    Maguma took his chance again and pounced, this time landing on the back of Godzilla’s head…

    This was a mistake.

    Almost instantly, Godzilla’s spines erupted with purple light. Beams of atomic power pierced through Maguma’s body, scorching and incinerating tons of blubber upon impact. The walrus screamed in a mixture of pain and horror as he was launched backward, circular holes carved deeply into his fatty tissue. The primal kaiju groaned and coughed, spitting up wads of blood in the process. Still, something inside of him told him to persist. He began to stagger…

    At the same time, Godzilla’s lengthy tail snaked underneath his collapsed body. The limb acted like a spring, pushing Godzilla’s body back to a rightful stance. The leviathan snarled, struggling to open his mouth for a moment until, with a disgusting pop, it opened. Godzilla’s eyes looked upon the struggling form of Maguma with an uncaring stare. He then looked at the distant sea. He began to walk, not looking to waste any more time with Maguma.

    Godzilla casually walked past the behemoth. Struggling to remain upright, Maguma’s torques eyes were fixated on the devil’s tail now. As Godzilla moved right past him, Maguma’s jaws parted and bit down on the tip of the tail. Godzilla’s eyes, for the first time, opened wide as a wave of pain bolted through him. Maguma’s teeth and tusks tore through the fleshy material of the tail, spilling blood by the gallon. The tail thrashed, lifting Maguma off of its hind for a brief second and throwing him aside.

    As if he were insulted, Godzilla spun around with surprising speed. His tail, now bloodied, waved back and forth behind him before snaking around, the dripping tip pointing at Maguma. A purple glow began to channel from Godzilla’s spines and into the tip.

    The walrus quickly regained a fighting stance and growled. His eyes watched as the tip seemed to open up into a bizarre mouth. Then it fired, shooting a single, thin beam of neon purple energy at the pinniped. Maguma leaped to the side with a sudden show of speed, belly flopping the ground just as the beam hit where he once sat. The beam followed his movement, adjusting accordingly.

    For some reason, the walrus seemed to know if he was hit by this, it’d be his end. So he continued to dodge it the best he could, but the beam nicked him more than once, cutting through his blubber like a hot knife through butter.

    Maguma was growing tired as he landed with a thud once more. He couldn’t do this much more. A walrus’ body wasn’t made to be playing leapfrog. He pounded the ground with his chest once more and kicked with his back flippers, jumping away. But the beam still hit, striking his flipper with a horrible, sizzling sound. As his body was propelled away, the walrus’ flipper remained behind pooling in blood. The ancient kaiju cried aloud in absolute agony

    And then, all of a sudden, the beam ceased.

    Maguma landed with a hard thump, not knowing what happened as he cried in horror upon sight of where his left flipper once was. But then the realization set in: Godzilla’s beam had stopped. With a soft cry, Maguma looked over. Godzilla remained standing tall, his tail unmoving while still pointing at him. Then, without warning, Godzilla’s head fell to the side. In his blind attempt at slaying the walrus, the abomination had accidentally severed his own head with his beam.

    Godzilla’s legs buckled. His arms fell to his side. And then he fell, his tail following behind. Maguma shook his head back and forth and groaned, once again looking down upon his stump of a flipper. With an awkward hobble, he began to drag himself back to the sea. Humanity’s mistake had been rectified by nature.

    As he dipped underneath the waves, Godzilla’s severed head showed signs of life. His eyes opened. Movement from the cauterized flesh of the neck began to bulge. Suddenly, spider-like legs erupted from them with a creepy, creaking sound. It was impossible to kill this God incarnate. And as his eyes began to scan the area, the nuclear missile launched prior flew overhead, mere seconds away from detonating…

    Winner: Maguma

    K.W.C. // March 21, 2020
  • Author: Thomas Eckert | Banner: Matthew Williams

    The civilians of New York City ran screaming in terror when one of the city’s many skyscrapers suddenly came crashing down. An avalanche of glass, concrete, and other types of debris smashed onto the streets, burying them along with dozens of people and vehicles. From out of the destroyed building came a terrible shriek that echoed through the Big Apple’s maze of buildings and paved roads. A large reptilian head erupted from the disaster zone; Zilla had returned to wreck havoc on one of America’s greatest cities.

    His scaly feet crushed anything and anyone in his path. His clawed hands and tail carved into various buildings and reduced them to pieces. Many police officers tried shooting at the reptilian terrorist. The enraged beast simply crushed them underneath his powerful feet. Zilla shrieked out loud, claiming this city as his own.

    His eyes then turned up when he sniffed something. He snarled in irritation when he noticed a small object raining near him. When it landed, the dinosaur-like kaiju sniffed it and opened his jaws, ready to crush it. That’s when the object opened up. The surprised Zilla shrieked when a beam of energy swirled in front of him. Before he knew it, a second kaiju was standing in front of him. Sent by his Garoga masters to conquer New York City, Wargilgar shrieked to signal his arrival.

    Zilla stepped back, easily intimidated by this new beast’s size and appearance. Wargilgar spotted Zilla, and the two monsters shrieked toward each other. Wargilgar attacked first by snapping his pincers in Zilla’s face. He found the task to be difficult as Zilla dodged his pincers with ease. Zilla bent down and slammed his head toward Wargilgar’s chest. Wargilgar screeched as he fell on his back. With his foe grounded, Zilla advanced with his claws extended. He landed on top of Wargilgar’s chest and started hacking at the alien’s hide with his claws. Wargilgar shrieked painfully from the slashing claws. Before Zilla could do any further damage, the long-necked insect slammed his head into Zilla’s body. The lizard yelped as he went flying off his foe’s chest and into a building. The structure came raining down onto Zilla.

    Wargilgar rose to his feet, chortling at his foe’s predicament. Within seconds, Zilla had been buried underneath an entire skyscraper. Wargilgar wandered over to inspect the damage. His pincers dug away the debris; expecting to find a crushed body lying inside the wreckage. When his digging ceased, he only found a hole in the ground. Wargilgar shrieked in aggravation. How dare his victim simply dig to safety! The ground exploded from behind him. Before he could react, Zilla’s jaws clamped onto his left leg and pulled him down. Wargilgar did his best to pull back, and it was working. Both creatures were locked in a game of tug-of-war.

    Zilla then grabbed hold of Wargilgar’s leg with his forearms, increasing his strength and grip. His plan was working. Wargilgar released a shrillish cry, trying to pull backward. His two pincers clamped onto a nearby building. Holding on for dear life, Wargilgar pulled harder, surprising Zilla with a quick jerk. Pulled out from his hole, Zilla was vulnerable to attack. The space monster extended his neck out. Once he had a clear shot, he opened his mandibles and the double barrels inside them came out. Two shots were fired onto Zilla’s back with explosive force. The reptilian creature opened his mouth to scream in pain from the injuries on his smoking back. Wargilgar then clamped his pincer around Zilla’s throat and tossed him into the streets. The wounded reptile kept sliding until he crashed into an apartment building.

    Wargilgar wasted no time and charged toward the downed Zilla. Zilla heard his foe coming and decided to bring out his best weapon. Wargilgar stood right near Zilla’s position, his mandibles opening. That’s when Zilla sprang back to life and fired his thermonuclear breath. His breath struck Wargilgar in the chest, sending the shrieking creature backpedaling in pain. With his chest smoking from the attack, Wargilgar opened his mouth and spewed out his own flames. Zilla tried leaping to the side to avoid them, but he wasn’t quick enough. Parts of the flames burned his skin, causing him shriek in pain. He landed on his feet, turning to face Wargilgar. Wargilgar fired his flames again, but Zilla successfully dodged by leaping over them. He planted both feet into Wargilgar’s face, knocking him down.

    While Wargilgar crashed in the streets, Zilla landed onto the side of a building, scaling it with his claws. He looked down to see that Wargilgar had recovered. Wargilgar spotted Zilla climbing along the building toward its other side. He wasted no time in firing his double barrels. Zilla shrieked in pain as the attack ripped through the building’s walls, surprising him enough to make him lose his grip and fall. Wargilgar heard his opponent’s crash and raced around the building’s other side as fast as he could to find him. When he made it around, he spotted Zilla trying to stand. Wargilgar unleashed another fiery torrent onto Zilla, prompting a painful shriek from the beast. The biped lizard’s body was soon covered in burning embers.

    Wargilgar expected Zilla to burn right on the spot. His hopes were shattered when another blast of atomic breath came raging out of Zilla’s mouth. Wargilgar’s legs and torso exploded with sparks, making the shrieking alien fall over again. Zilla’s eyes narrowed onto his struggling foe. Some of the flames on his body were dying, revealing burnt skin. Areas of destroyed tissue showcased bone and muscle. Zilla was still alive, but not in perfect condition. He needed to end this now.

    He dashed toward Wargilgar with a violent trumpet. He landed on top of the orange-hued creature’s chest. Wargilgar moved his head up, but Zilla’s tail whacked it down. Zilla then slashed his claws into Wargilgar’s chest, hoping to tear him apart. Wargilgar quietly moved his head back up and spotted a perfect place to attack. His mouth opened and fired two shots right into Zilla’s left foot, blasting it to pieces. The reptile ceased clawing to shriek painfully at the loss of his foot before crashing off of Wargilgar. Zilla whimpered at his missing foot, then snarled as Wargilgar rose up. The two monsters locked eyes with one another. Zilla fired his atomic breath while Wargilgar attacked with his flame breath. The attacks struck into each other with enough power to create an explosion that sent both creatures flying from each other. Wargilgar smashed into a building while Zilla collided into a bus station.

    Wargilgar’s pincers twitched. He groaned as he started to stand up. His body was badly singed by the explosion. Other than that, he was still in good shape. After a quick moan, he went to check on his foe. When he found his foe lying in the remains of the bus station, he couldn’t believe his green eyes. Some of his fingers and pieces of his tail were destroyed. The stub where his foot used to be was bleeding severely. His skin burned beyond repair. Zilla looked up at his opponent, too injured to attack. Wargilgar chuckled evilly before opening his mouth; Zilla’s eyes closed to accept his demise. Wargilgar fired two shots into Zilla’s head. The explosion of the reptile’s head caused Wargilgar to cheer happily. Victory was his. His masters will be pleased to hear how New York City will now be theirs.

    Winner: Wargilgar

    K.W.C. // March 11, 2020
  • February 29th, 2020 update

    Hey Everyone,

    The results are in finally so without further ado, here are the winners for 2019!

    The 5 Best Writers of 2019:

    1. Tyler Trieschock
    2. Andrew Sudomerski
    3. Joseph Steinard Jr.
    4. Connor Clennell
    5. Matthew Freese

    The 5 Best K.W.C. Matches of 2019:

    1. Match 275: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), Mothra Leo, MUTO (Male) & Battra vs. Rodan (Legendary) vs. Skullcrawler vs. Megaguirus vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
    2. Match 249: Godzilla (Heisei) & Godzilla (Legendary) vs. King Ghidorah (Heisei) & Grand King Ghidorah
    3. Match 273: Godzilla (Reiwa) & Mothra Leo vs. Grand King Ghidorah
    4. Match 261: Godzilla (Legendary) vs. Godzilla (Heisei)
    5. Match 280: Anguirus, Baragon, Godzilla, Godzilla Junior, Gorosaurus, Kumonga, Manda, Rodan (Legendary) & Varan vs. Dagahra

    The 3 Most Original K.W.C. Matches of 2019:

    1. Match 275: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), Mothra Leo, MUTO (Male) & Battra vs. Rodan (Legendary) vs. Skullcrawler vs. Megaguirus vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
    2. Match 280: Anguirus, Baragon, Godzilla, Godzilla Junior, Gorosaurus, Kumonga, Manda, Rodan (Legendary) & Varan vs. Dagahra
    3. Match 273: Godzilla (Reiwa) & Mothra Leo vs. Grand King Ghidorah

    The 3 Best Banner Creators of 2019:

    1. Andrew Sudomerski
    2. Tyler Trieschock
    3. Dao Zang Moua

    The 3 Best K.W.C. Banners of 2019:

    1. Match 275: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), Mothra Leo, MUTO (Male) & Battra vs. Rodan (Legendary) vs. Skullcrawler vs. Megaguirus vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
    2. Match 270: Bagan vs. Anguirus, Ebirah, Gigan, Kamacuras, King Caesar, Kumonga, Manda, Monster X, Rodan (Heisei) & Zilla
    3. Match 249: Godzilla (Heisei) & Godzilla (Legendary) vs. King Ghidorah (Heisei) & Grand King Ghidorah

    The Best use of a New Monster/Form in 2019:

    1. Mothra (Legendary), Rodan (Legendary) & King Ghidorah (Legendary) – Match 275

    The 3 Best uses of Kaiju in a K.W.C. Match in 2019:

    1. Match 275: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), Mothra Leo, MUTO (Male) & Battra vs. Rodan (Legendary) vs. Skullcrawler vs. Megaguirus vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
    2. Match 273: Godzilla (Reiwa) & Mothra Leo vs. Grand King Ghidorah
    3. Match 270: Bagan vs. Anguirus, Ebirah, Gigan, Kamacuras, King Caesar, Kumonga, Manda, Monster X, Rodan (Heisei) & Zilla

    The 3 Best use of Human or Alien Character/s in a K.W.C. Match in 2019:

    1. Match 275: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), Mothra Leo, MUTO (Male) & Battra vs. Rodan (Legendary) vs. Skullcrawler vs. Megaguirus vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
    2. Match 250: Battra & Megalon vs. Zandora vs. Monster X
    3. Match 249: Godzilla (Heisei) & Godzilla (Legendary) vs. King Ghidorah (Heisei) & Grand King Ghidorah

    The 3 Best Story/Narrative in a K.W.C. in 2019:

    1. Match 275: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), Mothra Leo, MUTO (Male) & Battra vs. Rodan (Legendary) vs. Skullcrawler vs. Megaguirus vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
    2. Match 270: Bagan vs. Anguirus, Ebirah, Gigan, Kamacuras, King Caesar, Kumonga, Manda, Monster X, Rodan (Heisei) & Zilla
    3. Match 250: Battra & Megalon vs. Zandora vs. Monster X

    The Best New Writer of 2019:

    1. Zeb Dennis

    Best Writing Duo/Trio of 2019:

    • Dao Zang Moua, Landon Soto, Joseph Steinard Jr., Andrew Sudomerski, Tyler Trieschock & Alex Williams – Match 275

    So those are the winners of 2019! But I am also happy to announce the following:

    New K.W.C. Additions (The following have been approved to be added to the K.W.C. for the future. Feel free to submit a match with these fresh faces!):

    • Behemoth (Monsterverse)
    • Mothra (Millennium – Tokyo S.O.S./Final Wars Variant)
    • MUTO Prime
    • Kaishin Muba
    • The Visitor
    • King Cobra (Godzilla: The Series)

    New K.W.C. Retirees (These are monsters that will be soon be entering retirement. Please do not submit matches involving them):

    • King Ghidorah (Heisei)
    • Mothra (Heisei)
    • Spyler
    • Wargilgar

    K.W.C. Survey Match Request Winner:

    • Bagan vs. King Ghidorah (Legendary)
      • Release – Late 2020

    In any case, thank you all for your feedback. We’ve taken strides to ensure matches come out on a more regular basis (roughly every 10 days), and that they are at a higher quality. The staff does an amazing job, and the K.W.C. wouldn’t be where it is without them. So thank you to every Writer, Banner Creator & Reader! See you all next year with the 2020 Awards!

    January 1st, 2020 update

    Greetings Everyone,

    Its that time of year again! In celebration of all readers, writers and banner creators please take a moment to fill out the following surveys. The first, the K.W.C. Awards Survey, is to find out your favorite matches of the year and vote on the overall best of the best in a number of categories. The second, the K.W.C. Feedback Survey, is to get a solid evaluation on our work throughout the year, and where we should focus on in the future including new monster additions!

    The 2019 K.W.C. Awards Survey 

    The 2019 K.W.C. Feedback Survey

    Winners and results from both surveys will be announced at the start of February!

    K.W.C. // February 29, 2020
  • Author: Christian Salabert | Banner: Christian Salabert

    At last, mankind had made a breakthrough.

    For years, the scientific minds at the Shiragami Memorial Research Institute – so named after the brilliant man that had created one of the two truly effective weapons against Godzilla – had been trying to come up with a definitive way to subdue, if not kill the King of the Monsters, or any similar threat to humanity, similar to Shiragami’s own Anti-Nuclear Energy Bacteria. Unfortunately, while a lot of people had come close, no one had been able to create a truly worthy successor.

    No one, that is, until Noriko Yoshiwara.

    A brilliant geneticist, biochemist, and bioengineer, Professor Yoshiwara was a well-known name in the scientific community for decades before she began to work at the Shiragami Institute. If anyone was going to come up with a viable weapon, it would be her.

    Yoshiwara lived up to everyone’s expectations. Within a year, she had designed and synthesized an ungodly lethal bio-toxin, comprised of some of the most acidic, toxic, and venomous substances known to mankind.

    “I doubt even Bagan himself could survive this stuff,” she said with a chuckle during the press conference in which she and the Institute revealed the toxin to Japan and the world at large.

    As expected, the news took the world by storm. Everyone was talking about it, from the everyman on the street to the highest of government officials. Soon, there wasn’t a soul alive that didn’t know about Professor Yoshiwara’s miraculous creation.

    Of course, this had an unfortunate, if not unexpected downside. Nefarious groups and individuals had heard the wide spread news of the toxin’s creation and wanted to steal it for their own use, or destroy it before Japan could use it. Terrorist organizations like Bio-Major and the Red Bamboo, and enemy nations such as Mu and Seatopia, were already coming up with plans to do just that.

    However, not all the scheming individuals hailed from Earth. Some originated from far beyond, among the stars themselves. These undercover agents had been sent under the radar to live among humanity from the tenth planet in the solar system:

    Planet X.

    * * * * *

    It wasn’t long before news of Professor Yoshiwara’s toxin made its way to the planet’s Controller. He soon called forth a meeting with his highest council members. They all agreed: the bio-toxin had to be destroyed. Even if the Xiliens stole it for their own, there was a chance that the humans would be able to steal it back. Best to eradicate it completely. And now was their best chance, before it left the Shiragami Institute and became mass produced.

    But how?

    “What is the status of Monster Zero?” the Controller asked, staring at the large view screen behind his desk, currently showing the planet’s rocky, barren landscape.

    “King Ghidorah is still dealing with the resistance fighters in the southern hemisphere,” the Colonial Commander informed him.

    The Controller nodded. Pausing for a moment, he asked “And Monster Zero-1?”

    “Monster X is currently helping with… negotiations in Star Hunter Universe M.”

    Again, the Controller sat there, thinking. While Ghidorah and Monster X were the main two weapons he preferred to rely on for his missions, he did have a third option at his disposal. It wasn’t utilized nearly as often, but it was just as capable as the other two.

    “Send in Monster Zero-2.”

    * * * * *

    Night had fallen on the Shiragami Memorial Research Institute.

    Most of the scientists had gone home by now, leaving only a night crew running the facility. Some, however, had stayed behind for the night, still needing to work on their various projects. One of them was Professor Yoshiwara. Though her bio-toxin itself was complete, she still needed to take care of various finishing touches, calculating just how long it would take to mass produce, how much of it would be needed to affect a kaiju of any given size, and so on.

    Professor Yoshiwara sighed, needing to look away from the statistics running across her computer screen. She took her glasses from her face, rubbing her eyes.


    She turned to see one of her interns standing there. “Ah, Mayumi,” she greeted the younger woman with a tired smile. “What are you still doing here? Why haven’t you gone home?”

    “I was about to ask you the same thing,” the intern said, bowing as she approached the scientist. “It’s very late.”

    “Yes, I guess it is, isn’t it?” Yoshiwara said, glancing at the clock. “I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea to turn in for the night and pick this up in the morning with rested eyes.”

    “Sounds like a plan, Professor,” Mayumi agreed, nodding.

    Just then, the ground shook, throwing both women off balance. The sound of an explosion was heard in the distance.

    “What on Earth…?” Yoshiwara wondered as she stabilized her footing. Hearing the commotion going on out in the halls, she and Mayumi quickly ran outside to see what was going on.

    * * * * *

    Mere moments before, an Xilien Saucer had flown down, its suspended animation bubble cradling their weapon of choice in their latest incursion on Earth:

    Monster Zero-2. Otherwise known as Gororin.

    Once it was close enough to the ground, the saucer cut off its electrical rays, causing the bubble to burst upon hitting the ground. Using the momentum from the toss to continue onward, Gororin rolled like a bowling ball towards the Shiragami Institute, crashing through and destroying several vehicles and smaller structures on the outskirts of the Institute’s grounds.

    As the monster made his way towards the heart of the facility, the scientists within panicked. Not only were they concerned with the obvious – escaping with their lives – they also couldn’t just let all their years of hard work be destroyed. They had to save as much as they could.

    Unfortunately, as one might expect, this left them open to destruction at the spines of Gororin. The spiky orb crushed everything in his path as he made his way towards the main cluster of buildings at the Institute’s center. Several scientists were shredded underneath his round, spiny body.

    * * * * *

    “Professor, we have to go! Now!” Mayumi cried. “Gororin will kill us instantly if we don’t hurry!”

    “The Bio-Toxin!” Yoshiwara realized, looking at her intern. “We have to save it! At least a vial!”

    The two women hurried back to their office to secure the lethal substance.

    * * * * *

    High above the Institute, another being was about to make its presence known. But this was no alien force like the Xiliens. Instead, what descended down from the heavens was what could be described as a golden cloud. But this was no ordinary cloud made of water vapor, rather a cluster of billions upon trillions of spores, ones that belonged to an enormous creature, one very similar to Godzilla in a biological sense. The spores fell into the earth, seeding the soil as they disappeared within.

    Gororin, meanwhile, was leaving a trail of destruction in his path, making sure to eradicate all the outer buildings, leaving very few survivors as he cut off nearly all escape routes. But with that part of his mission complete, it was time to take care of the main building. Rolling towards it, the evil cactus prepared to smash the Institute to pieces.

    But fate had other plans for Gororin.

    The ground shook violently, cracking and splitting open. Before Gororin could halt his movement, his momentum took him directly over the edge, plummeting deep into the earth. For a moment, it seemed as if that might be the end of the cactus beast right then and there. That was not to be his end, however, as Gororin immediately burst up out of the crevasse, high into the air! …but not of his own volition. Gororin was being held high above the ground, ensnared by a large, dripping green vine. The alien plant was so dazed by the sudden fall and rise that he didn’t even try to break free at first.

    A much larger pair of eyes stared directly into Gororin’s. The diminutive cactus found himself face to face with the final form of Biollante.

    Snarling in disgust, Biollante whipped her vine away, hurling Gororin like a baseball through the air. The evil plant could do nothing but soar through the sky like a missile until his flight was suddenly cut short by the ground, knocking the creature momentarily unconscious.

    Looking out into the distance where her foe had crashed for a moment, Biollante eventually turned and looked over the Institute behind her. The damage was noticeable, but had thankfully been stopped before the facility was completely demolished. Biollante wasn’t quite sure why she had decided to save the Institute from destruction. Something within had urged her to do so, to take action against the small, evil–

    The Godzilla-plant hybrid howled in pain as a flurry of cactus needles flew through the air and embedded themselves into her leafy flesh. Snarling in fury, Biollante swung her head around, already knowing that the small creature was to blame. Sure enough, Gororin was rolling straight for her, his evil eyes narrowed as he rapidly approached his much larger foe. With a low, thundering growl, the cactus beast leapt into the air, heading towards Biollante’s face. The larger creature was fast to react, though, smacking Gororin away with one of her tendrils. As Gororin crashed to the ground once more, Biollante cried out in pain, several needles lodged into the striking vine. She shook the tendril hard, shaking the needles free as Gororin made another attack, rolling directly for his opponent.

    Biollante narrowed her eyes in anger at the little monster. Yellow energy surged from the core in her torso, up her throat and into her mouth. Before Gororin realized what was happening, Biollante lunged forward and opened her massive jaws, spewing forth a bubbling stream of radioactive sap towards her foe. At first the cactus creature ignored the sight, but he quickly realized his mistake as the sap began to hit and drench his skin. Gororin let out a pained cry as smoke began to rise from his sizzling flesh, immediately stopping him in his tracks.

    Gororin let out a pained cry as the sap cooked and ate away at his skin, but he had no time to focus on his pain. Her many vines waving threateningly in the air, Biollante charged forward, ready to attack her foe with a vengeance. Gororin rolled out of the way, but the monstrous hybrid was quick to react, erecting a wall of tendrils in front of him, blocking his path. As Biollante advanced behind him, Gororin pressed himself up against the tendrils and began to spin vertically, his needles shredding through the limbs until they were torn away completely. The severed vines fell to the ground as Gororin rolled out of harm’s way, narrowly avoiding an ear-splitting crunch from Biollante’s crocodilian jaws. Biollante sent more of her vines to attack Gororin, but the attempts failed, as each time they struck the cactus beast they burst apart against his spines.

    * * * * *

    “Biollante’s here, too?!” Mayumi gasped in shock as they stepped outside.

    “Mayumi, focus!” Yoshiwara cried, snapping her out of it. “We need to get these onto the chopper immediately!” She and Mayumi each had a steel drum full of the bio-toxin and were transporting them on hand trucks to the Institute’s helipad, where a series of military helicopters had landed, soldiers helping to evacuate the facility’s crew as well as their projects.

    “I’m sorry, Professor, of course!” the intern replied, nodding as she hurried along.

    * * * * *

    A pained wail escaped from Gororin as Biollante’s numerous teeth sank into his corroded flesh. Rearing her head back, Biollante lifted Gororin into the air and began to shake her head back and forth, sinking her teeth even deeper and tearing into the cactus like an angry dog. Even feeling Gororin’s spines scrape against the insides of her mouth wasn’t even to deter Biollante, who was determined to tear her foe apart.

    Gororin was face first in her mouth and thus could do nothing but watch himself approach the black hole that was Biollante’s throat. Desperate to escape her toothy grip, Gororin began to fire a stream of needles directly down her throat. Her eyes widening, Biollante gagged as she opened her jaws, trying to dislodge the cactus creature. Gororin kept his spines firing until they finally burst out the back of Biollante’s neck. Wailing in agony, the larger beast jerked her head to the side, tossing Gororin through the air and sending him crashing to the ground. Even though her leafy flesh had already begun to regenerate and repair the damage, the pain remained, and she narrowed her eyes at the tiny devil, her anger growing rapidly. A series of tendrils rising from the ground, she lunged towards her foe. Despite his injuries, Gororin was still the faster of the two, easily evading Biollante’s attacks. But even with his speed, Gororin knew he couldn’t avoid her forever. At the same time, Biollante knew that having her flesh torn over and over again by Gororin’s needles was beginning to wear her down.

    With Biollante briefly pausing in her assault, Gororin glanced at his opponent and took the opportunity to attack. Charging forward, Gororin rolled as fast as he could and leapt into the air, smashing himself into Biollante’s snout. Reeling back, Biollante screamed not only from the harsh blow, but also from the countless needles that were now lodged in her face.

    * * * * *

    Yoshiwara and Mayumi were on the helicopter, waiting for takeoff. As she waited, the intern looked back at the fight and frowned at what she saw. “Professor,” she said. “Biollante’s in trouble.”

    Looking out the window at the warring titans, Yoshiwara nodded somberly. One couldn’t deny that if Biollante hadn’t shown up when she had, no one would have been able to survive Gororin’s attack long enough for the evacuation choppers to arrive. She thought for a moment, looking over the contents of the craft. There were no other scientists on this helicopter, as it had mainly been filled with projects and experiments that weren’t able to fit on the others.

    Quickly, Yoshiwara made a decision, turning her head to address one of the soldiers. “Hey!” she called out to him. When he looked at her, she asked “I take it this chopper has missiles?”

    * * * * *

    Biollante howled as Gororin rolled past, once again shredding her flesh with his blood-stained spines. The cactus creature tore large chunks from the Godzilla hybrid each time he rolled past, tearing through most of the tendrils that attacked him as well. Biollante spewed out another stream of her acidic sap, but this time Gororin was able to avoid the attack, the sap staining and burning the ground instead.

    Suddenly, Gororin swerved around and headed directly for Biollante. The larger beast wasn’t expecting the tactic and reacted chaotically, lashing out wildly with her tentacle-like limbs. Gororin had been aiming for Biollante’s glowing energy sac, but a vine lashing down towards him caused him to dart to the side. Nevertheless, he was still able to reach her. Pressing up against her side, he began to rev himself up as he did with the wall of tendrils from before, spinning in place and shredding Biollante’s leafy flesh like a wood chipper. Biollante reared her head back and let out a hellacious scream of pain. She tried to reach for Gororin with several mouthed tendrils, but their heads were shredded to pieces by the cactus beast’s buzzsaw-like spinning. Soon, a large portion of Biollante’s lower torso had been torn away as Gororin forced his way further against her wound.

    At long last, one of Biollante’s desperately flailing vines managed to smack Gororin aside, sending him rolling away and allowing the genetic hybrid a moment to recuperate. But Gororin wasn’t about to let up and began firing a volley of needles into Biollante’s torn flesh, eliciting another pained cry.

    * * * * *

    Letting out a stressed huff, Yoshiwara closed the casing of one of the helicopter’s missiles.

    “This is crazy!” the soldier said. He turned and glanced at the pilot, who gave him a ‘hurry up’ signal, then looked back at the professor. “There’s no way this is going to work!”

    “This is the fastest way we have to drive those creatures away from the Institute!” Yoshiwara told him, though to be fair, her head was filled with similar thoughts. The missile was quickly loaded back into the helicopter’s cannon and everyone boarded the craft, which immediately lifted into the air.

    “Professor, we don’t even know if it’ll work!” Mayumi cried, growing increasingly nervous. “It’s never been field tested!”

    “What other choice have we?” Yoshiwara asked her.

    Mayumi hesitated, then went silent and nodded.

    * * * * *

    Biollante’s regeneration was good. Possibly even better than Godzilla’s. But even it could not stand up to the constant barrage of Gororin’s needles as they tore through her flesh over and over, eating her body away. Out of energy and missing a sizeable chunk of her body, Biollante collapsed, laying out across the soil. The mighty plant tried to lift herself back up, but lacked the strength to do so.

    Gororin let out a small growl of victory, narrowing his eyes in glee. His foe was beaten. All he had to do now was finish her off and he could resume his mission of destroying the human’s facility. Rolling towards Biollante, the cactus monster prepared to roll through her and shear her in half.

    Gororin heard a small buzzing sound approaching from behind. Before he could turn and face the source of the noise, he suddenly felt a small prick in the back of his body. Turning around quicker now, he saw a tiny human aircraft not too far from him. Obviously, the craft had just attacked him. Gororin’s eyes became angry slits and he opened fire on the humans.

    …Or, at least, he meant to. The instant the needles left his body, instead of soaring through the air, they fell harmlessly to the ground. Gororin stared for a moment, confused. What was wrong with his spines? Again he fired at the aircraft and again his needles fell uselessly. The cactus was about to charge the humans’ craft, when he was suddenly aware of a strange, sickly feeling within him. The prick he felt moments before… The humans… They must have…

    Every single spine suddenly fell from Gororin’s body, leaving him nothing more than a living ball.

    Even though he was feeling increasingly ill, pure rage began to surge through Gororin’s body. Revving himself up, the spineless cactus prepared to roll towards the humans’ aircraft and plow through them with his round body.

    Gororin’s plans were cut short as one of Biollante’s spear-tipped tendrils plunged deep into his back and burst out between his eyes, the light within them immediately dimming.

    Biollante, still laying down along the ground, lifted Gororin’s corpse up off the soil with her tendril and brought it close to her face, tilting her head to the side and opening her eye so she could inspect her foe. After watching closely for a moment, she was satisfied that the small beast was dead and flicked her tendril hard, sending Gororin’s body hurtling miles away. Again Biollante tried to pull herself up, and though she had healed a fair amount of the damage Gororin had inflicted, she was still beyond exhausted from the energy she’d spent. Before even she realized it, her body began to smoke and dissolve. The last thought that passed through Biollante’s mind before she dispersed into a cloud of golden spores was, even though she still wasn’t quite sure why she had appeared here and tried protecting the human’s structure… She was glad she had succeeded.

    * * * * *

    Professor Yoshiwara, Mayumi, and the soldiers aboard the helicopter watched as Biollante’s spores lifted into the sky, then blasted off into the atmosphere. Almost as one, everyone let out a huge sigh of relief.

    “Well,” Yoshiwara laughed slightly, leaning against the one remaining container of her bio-toxin. “At least we know it works.”

    Winner: Biollante

    K.W.C. // February 29, 2020
  • Author: Jack Jordan | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski

    [continued from Match 230]

    Four months had passed since Godzilla’s battle with Megalon in Chicago, leaving a devastated Windy City to recover from the disaster. Thousands of lives were lost in the attack and millions were left homeless. Dozens of skyscrapers had been demolished, costing the state billions of dollars in damage and lost work. The effects on the stock market were unbelievable, leaving many to fear that the United States would be unable to cope with the damages.

    But despite all of that, the mood of the people was optimistic. Temporary homes and settlements had been established all over the city and adjourning suburbs, allowing a portion of the displaced population to remain local. Many more were taken in by private citizens. Volunteers had come from all over Illinois and the nation to help rebuild the once proud city of broad shoulders.

    And help they did.

    Within the first 3 months, the majority of the rubble had been removed. The large pit created in the battle, referred to jokingly as “the deep dish” by locals, was in the process of being cleared. Designs were being drafted for a memorial park and tower to take its place, though there was some debate raised by various companies about the revenue they would lose to such a construction. Life could have almost been normal if not for the shadow that still loomed over the city: Godzilla had yet to leave Lake Michigan.

    For the first few weeks, the media had given near constant media updates about the search for the Titan as the government scoured Lake Michigan. Surveillance drones maintained a twenty-four hour watch on the shores of the great lake as they waited for signs of movement. Meanwhile, scientists from all manner of fields flocked to Chicago to report on the presence of the kaiju.
    The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers discovered that both the temperature and water level of the lake had changed due to Godzilla’s presence. Marine biologists based at Shed Aquarium surveyed the wildlife of Lake Michigan in relation to the alpha predator. Sociologists remarked on the strange affection and ownership Chicago’s citizens had developed toward Godzilla, whose name now adorned sports jerseys all over the city. Behind all of them was MONARCH, which led the search for the monster king. Unmanned submersibles were deployed, starting a grid based search of Lake Michigan.

    And after just 2 weeks of searching, they found him.

    The announcement that Godzilla had been located immediately stirred panic among the people of Chicago. In response, a press conference was called with the world’s foremost expert on Godzilla: Dr. Serizawa. For the next week, the conference was rebroadcast over major news networks alongside footage of the sleeping giant. “Before the MUTO incident in 2014,” Dr. Serizawa calmly told reporters, “Gojira had not been sighted for more than 60 years. Unless he is provoked, it is unlikely that he will return to the city.”

    Public fervor diminished, but inquiries were made about what the government would do if Godzilla did awaken. Military officials showed blustering confidence on air as plans were drafted by the states of Illinois and Michigan in case the titan landed on their shores. Canada increased communication with the U.S. as they prepared for a possible kaiju arrival. Families planned evacuation routes while schools educated children about radiation exposure and safety. All the while, Godzilla slept peacefully, his wounds from the battle slowly healing. Under advisement from MONARCH, the U.S. military made no attacks against Godzilla as he rested, though they remained prepared to strike at a moment’s notice. Meanwhile, far away from the watchful eye of the world, a new threat emerged.

    In the small town of Hourra, Louisiana, strange things had begun to happen.

    Violent tremors had occurred near the town during the last week of August. No one thought much of it; tremors had been reported all across the Midwestern United States since Megalon had been revived. Hearing this on the local news, the people of Hourra went about their lives with little concern.

    At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Sightings of stray animals around the town had decreased, but no one complained about that. Then people started to disappear. It wasn’t until the middle of September that they were first missed. After all, many of the locals lived in isolated homes throughout the swampland. It wasn’t uncommon for such people to come to town only every few months. Hourra was an isolated community, and that’s how they liked it. But when November came and they still hadn’t been seen, the sheriff went out to check on them. And what he found terrified him.

    He had never seen anything like it. The houses had been torn apart. Door frames were burst open, walls knocked down. Even the roof had been torn off of a pair of old two story homes. Inside, among the destruction and wooden scrap, dried blood coated the walls and floors. But most horrifying of all were the footprints all around the houses, large 3 clawed feet that had torn trenches into the muddy ground.

    The sheriff rushed back to town as fast as he could, calling in aid from the state police and every sheriff’s department in the adjacent counties. All told, nine houses had been destroyed and nearly 50 people were missing. With bloodhounds and helicopter support, the sheriff and his brothers and sisters in blue started tracking the footprints into the swamp. If there was any chance that someone was alive, then he had to take it.

    Deeper and deeper into the stinking marsh they went, nearly 30 officers of various departments and jurisdictions. Each carried with them an AR-15 or shotgun, each of them prepared for the worst. And that is exactly what they found.

    The helicopter spotted it first; a sinkhole in the swamp, nearly 500 feet wide. Water cascaded down into the pit, the bottom of it difficult to see even in the early morning light. As the officers approached the pit, an uneasy feeling fell over them. There were no birds chirping or flying overhead. All was quiet except for the sound of their own feet sloshing through the water.
    The current grew stronger as they approached the pit, but careful movement kept them from falling in. Even with their closer vantage point, it was impossible to see inside the sinkhole. A smell like rotting meat wafted up from the enormous hole. Cautiously, the officers set up a perimeter around it.

    A low rumble came up from the earth, like the hiss of a gigantic alligator. The ground shook beneath their feet as clamorous shrieks began to rise up from the ground. Rifles trained down into the darkness, the officers saw nightmarish creatures climbing up the walls at incredible speed. The beasts were large, each one standing between 8 and 10 feet tall, with thin long tails stretching out behind them. The colors ranged from grey to green and brown, but all had leathery skin with bony protrusions jutting from their backs. Their yellow softball sized eyes were fixed on the humans above them, their toothy mouths wide and salivating.

    The officers opened fire on the advancing horde, the muzzle flash of their firearms illuminating the carnage beneath them. Bones littered the floors and walls of the pit; deer, alligator, dogs, cattle, and other unrecognizable specimens. Worst of all, partially eaten human bodies littered the sloping walls of the sinkhole, some still in the ruined clothing they had worn at the end.
    The din of the skirmish rose higher as the creatures began to feel the sting of the officers’ weapons, sending up cries of pain into the daylight. But the pain would not last long; in the face of fear, fire control was completely forgotten. For 10 seconds, gunfire rained down full force on the creatures, but as magazines ran low and fire diminished, the monsters grew bolder.

    Climbing the walls of the pit in 15 foot leaps, the creatures swiftly cleared the rim of the deep hole. Pouncing like jungle cats, they pinned the brave officers to the ground and dragged them back to the pit. Amid the dwindling gunfire and the screams of the creatures, the sheriff radioed back to town. With one hand firing his sidearm and the other on his radio, he gave his last report.
    Back at the sheriff’s office, the message came over the radio in a confusing mass of static, gunfire, and shouting. A response was quickly attempted, but only static came back. With no other recourse, the call was forwarded to the Louisiana State Police headquarters, who in turn sent it to the FBI and Department of Defense. By the time the message got to Dr. Serizawa at MONARCH, an official transcript had already been finished:

    “Monsters *gunfire noise* missing people, killed *gunfire* look like baby *Unknown noise* -zillas! Get everyone to safety! Th-*Unknown noise, louder* RUN! *gunfire, screams*”

    MONARCH immediately sent a team to investigate, but what they discovered only fueled their worst fears: the town of Hourra was gone. In its place remained broken homes, crushed cars, and the visceral remains of the citizenship. Further, any chance of secrecy had been ruined by the numerous police agencies whose officers had heard the distress call. With no alternatives, the decision was made to inform the general public. The president was on the air within the hour to tell the world that monsters were once again loose within the borders of the United States.
    A state of emergency was declared in Louisiana and all bordering states as the military was deployed to fight the monsters. Searches were conducted to discover the location of the creatures, but no evidence beyond footprints could be located. Only the rediscovery of the sinkhole provided any respite for the desperate searchers, who faced increasing public scrutiny with each day that passed. Although it had been emptied, a wealth of information was discovered and analyzed by the eager scientists of MONARCH.
    Based on evidence from both the battles in San Francisco and Chicago, the creatures were not actually related to Godzilla. Numerous footprints of various sizes had been found, revealing that the creatures had both a different shape, stance, and build than the King of the Monsters.
    Fragments of large eggshells were also found deep within the sinkhole, which ran deeper and farther than anyone dared to go in the current crisis. Samples were taken, and back in the lab an incredible amount of information was found. In addition to the vaguely reptilian nature of the beasts (discovered thanks to skin imprints and shedding found around the eggs), there was a faint trace of radiation to be found. But without any knowledge of Godzilla’s life cycle, no true connection could be certain.

    A week had passed before the researchers concluded the most deadly news of all: the oldest eggs had only been laid in the last 3 weeks. Taken into consideration with the various footprints, it was determined that the creatures grew at an unprecedented rate. Grimly, the men and women of MONARCH deduced that it would only be a matter of time before humanity’s next encounter with the creatures. At the rate they grew, they would need copious amounts of food.
    And the day before Thanksgiving, they reappeared.

    On that busiest day of national travel, U.S. Route 51, its four lanes packed with traffic, was beset by strange tremors. For hours, cars experienced sudden turbulence, resulting in numerous accidents and collisions. To accommodate, traffic slowed to a near crawl as first responders tried to help out at the numerous scenes.

    Closer to the city of Hammond, cars were at near standstill when the ground opened up. Dozens of vehicles tumbled into the gaping hole in the earth, their occupants screaming as fate rushed up to meet them. For miles around, the rumbling of the earth and the crashing of metal could be heard. A tremendous cloud of dust and grime rose up from the sinkhole, obscuring nearly a half mile of the highway.

    Stranded on the side of the road, numerous people left their cars once the rumbling had stopped. Some rushed into the cloud to try and help while others looked on. Inside the plume of dust and smoke, nothing could be seen. Would be rescuers shuffled through the cloud, tripping and falling into cars and rubble. Sounds of pain and fright could be heard throughout the hazy gray cloud as trapped drivers called for emergency services.

    Helicopters had to be utilized due to the unbelievable congestion on the road. Cars were backed up for miles in both directions, keeping any ambulance or police vehicles from being able to safely make it to the scene. Half a dozen helicopters were headed to the scene within 10 minutes. A mixed bag of military and medical aircraft, they were ready to evacuate all that they could. The expected to find a terrible accident scene. Instead, they found a massacre.

    Everywhere cars were crushed and torn open. Their occupants were being devoured screaming by the horde of kaiju which had spewed from the earth. Nearly 4 dozen of the creatures that had massacred the police at the sinkhole were racing through the stalled cars. They shrieked and roared as they ripped open cars and dragged people back to the pit to feed on.

    Within the massive sinkhole, a larger creature stirred. Zilla, hidden by a shroud of smoke and dust, observed her children with approval. For the past month and a half, she had been leading her growing children south. After feasting on the people of Hourra, she needed to find another source of food for them. Burrowing toward a source of incredible seismic activity, she had led them through the earth. But their hunger had grown almost beyond control. Her children snapped voraciously at each other and the largest of them had even eaten a few of the smallest. With little choice left, Zilla had led them up to the nearest source of activity to feed. And feed they did.
    In horror, the pilots radioed back to base about what they had discovered. Surveying the scene from 600 feet above the ground, they provided descriptions of the creatures and their activity as they waited for a response on how to proceed. Within the pit, activity increased as they circled. Green light emanated from underground, turning the cloud into a ghostly vapor. The helicopters kept their distance, not eager to discover what was inside the hole…

    When reinforcement aircraft arrived 15 minutes later, the fate of the first responders was revealed by the twisted, blackened remains of their helicopters. Of the creatures, no sign could be found except for a trail of wreckage leading south. Directly toward New Orleans.

    Within hours, the city was a battleground. Incapable of retaliating without massive civilian casualties, an emergency evacuation was conducted. The National Guard was deployed into the city, intent on rescuing as many civilians as possible while engaging the creatures in a limited fashion.

    As the war between humanity and monsters escalated again, something else happened. Far north, away from the besieged city of New Orleans, within the cold waters of Lake Michigan, a sleeping giant awoke.

    With alerts sounding from every drone MONARCH had watching him, Godzilla rose up from the bottom of Lake Michigan. His jagged spikes pierced the surface of the water, sending a misty spray trailing after him as he picked up speed. Landing at an unoccupied section of the shore, Godzilla snorted as he made landfall. Water sprayed from his nostrils and gills as he shook himself out of the water, stretching after his healing sleep. Recovered from his battle with Megalon, Godzilla began to walk south.

    A growing feeling of discomfort had troubled him as he slept. Another titan had awoken. Like the MUTO’s he had faced in the past, it would grow and breed until even his strength would falter, overwhelmed by their brood. He could not let that happen. And so, with senses far more keen and strange than any other creature in existence, Godzilla followed the sensation south. Whatever had awoken him, he would find it there.

    As Godzilla began to make his way through Michigan, conferences and meetings were being held across all arms of the government. With the battle raging in New Orleans, it was now apparent that King of the Monsters would be making his way to fight this new titan and her children. And when Godzilla and Zilla met, chaos was sure to occur.

    But with all efforts being made to stop Zilla and her spawn in New Orleans, there was little the U.S. government could do as Godzilla drew closer and closer to his target. The only consolation came from Dr. Serizawa, who reminded those in charge that Godzilla had largely avoided populated areas previously. And if Godzilla defeated his opponents in Louisiana, he would almost certainly return to the ocean. And so the powers that be watched with bated breath and trembling hands as Godzilla made it into the New Orleans city limits 2 days after awakening…

    Trampling everything in his way, Godzilla announced his arrival to New Orleans with a tremendous roar. The challenge echoed across the once most populous city in Louisiana as he waited for a reply. He could taste his opponent’s fishy scent on his tongue, the stench of it filling his nostrils. They were here. He would just have to draw them out… but the minutes began to add up as he waited. Impatient, he began lumbering toward the heart of the city, his senses alert. His eyes scanned the buildings as he walked, his ears honed for slightest sound of movement. He was the hunter, and he would find his prey.

    Beneath his feet, the ground trembled. The saurian Zilla was moving, her world a frenzy of activity. For the last 2 days, a feeling of unease had been upon her. Her children were restless, constantly looking for food and shelter as she did her best to keep them safe in their nest. A predator was coming, and she would have to defend them.

    Burrowing up from beneath the surface of the ground, she observed her opponent for the first time, sweeping his head from side to side as he looked for her. The pair of them were not dissimilar; both were vaguely reptilian with large scutes trailing down their spinal column. Both were powerfully built after their own fashion. And both were predators. Pulling herself from the ground, she stalked toward him. Block by block, she closed in on him until she felt comfortable that he had not seen her. With a quick roar, she leaped onto his back!

    Caught by surprise, Godzilla cried out in pain! Though not heavy enough to knock him over, the smaller kaiju had latched onto his back with her claws. With a furious screech, Zilla slashed at Godzilla’s head and neck. His tough hide prevented far deadlier wounds, but he was soon covered in small, stinging lacerations. Bellowing in rage, Godzilla shook his body from side to side in an attempt to knock her off, but Zilla held all the tighter in response.

    Desperate to free himself, the monster king turned toward the Plaza Tower. With sudden speed, he ducked forward, crashing his head into the building in a massive spray of rubble. Zilla, situated at his shoulders, was caught unaware and sent sprawling off of him in a heap.

    Regaining his composure quickly, Godzilla made to stomp on the smaller titan. Eyes wide, she pushed away from him just as Godzilla’s foot came crashing down on the spot that she had been. Circling on all fours, she pulled away from him by a city block. The two creatures locked eyes, holding each other’s gaze.

    Anger filled Zilla’s orange eyes, fierce and motherly.

    Godzilla glowered at her, his own rage peaked. This creature had drawn first blood. It was time to return the favor.

    With a booming roar, Godzilla charged toward the smaller kaiju. Zilla roared back in turn before meeting his charge with claws outstretched. She quickly outpaced her larger foe, moving past him with a quick slash of her left claw. The deadly talons left large marks across Godzilla’s thigh, but not so deep as to draw blood. Turning, Godzilla lashed out with his right claw, but Zilla ducked beneath the comparatively clumsy attack. She drew away from him again, ready to make another swift pass. She would have to find a softer spot to hit.

    Godzilla emitted a roar of frustration as he planted his feet. He could not outrun the smaller titan, so he would have to use his size against her.

    Zilla sprinted toward him once more. With two quick slashes, she raked her claws across Godzilla’s left side and belly before moving past him again. The alpha predator cried out in pain as blood began to trickle from his wounds. His armor was tough, but it did not make him invincible. He had to stop her hit and run tactics. He had to keep her still!

    The smaller kaiju all but smiled as she rounded again on her rival. Blood dribbled from her claws as she went to make another pass. The titan king was too slow, too old to keep up with her. She would make him pay for coming after her brood!

    Godzilla roared at Zilla once more, preparing his next move. If he could time it right, it would bring a swift victory. Zilla screeched her triumph and sprinted toward him again, claws ready. Ducking low and turning, Godzilla swung his long, heavy tail at Zilla with tremendous speed.
    Her eyes went wide as the gargantuan tail raced toward her, reducing a row of buildings on Barrone street to a line of dust and smoke. Unable to slow down quickly enough to dodge the attack, she did the only thing she could. Before the tail could hit her, Zilla jumped. Up and over the attack she soared, but not so quick or high that Godzilla could not strike back.

    Following through with the turning motion of his tail swipe, Godzilla spun to face Zilla as she passed his torso. With amazing speed and precision, the monster king lashed out at the leaping kaiju, using his head like a battering ram. His spiky, heavy skull collided with her chest as she went to leap past him. With a meaty thud, Zilla had the air knocked out of her as she tumbled backward, crashing into the Place St. Charles building.

    The 645 foot tall building shuddered with her impact before crashing inward. Concrete and steel rained down onto the lithe monster, briefly burying her beneath the crumbled building. Moving as quickly as possible, Godzilla pushed into the rising cloud of dust and smoke as he sought to seize the advantage.

    As Zilla clambered out of the rubble, Godzilla lashed out with a powerful kick. Catching her in the stomach with his powerful clawed foot, he sent his opponent sprawling into the next block. As Zilla rolled and writhed, trying to get to her feet, Godzilla charged again.

    Roaring in anger, he stomped his right foot down onto her chest. Once, twice, three times he brought his foot down. Zilla coughed up blood with each strike, her ribs cracking audibly with the impacts.

    With the final stomp Godzilla planted his foot on Zilla’s chest, pinning her in place. The smaller titan struggled desperately to escape, but her opponent was too strong. Her eyes rolled frantically in her head as an eerie blue glow began to emanate from Godzilla’s tail. Frantically she clawed at his leg as the light began to advance up his back, the light glowing brighter and brighter. Calling out into the night, Zilla watched as her enemy raised his head up, inhaling deeply.

    Godzilla leaned forward to deliver the killing blow when suddenly he was pushed off balance! His focus entirely on the pinned Zilla, he had not noticed that her brood had come to her aid!
    From out of their underground lair, dozens of young Zilla had appeared. The bulk of the beasts were nearly 10 feet tall dinosaur-like creatures not yet resembling their parent.

    However, of her original nest in the swamp pit, 4 had survived. They had grown rapidly with each new day and feeding. These young titans stood just below 100 feet tall, their scutes finally starting to develop.

    As they approached adolescence, their bodies had begun to developed muted colors to go alongside the natural grey of their species: lavender, rose, chartreuse, and daisy shown on their backs and belies. Acting as a pack, the group had split in half; two of the juvenile Zilla had crashed into their mother’s assailant while the other pair went to aid their mother.

    Ducking their heads low, the pair of Zilla rammed Godzilla with their shoulder scutes. The spikes sank deep into Godzilla’s leg, drawing blood from the King of the Monsters. With a cry of pain, Godzilla was pushed off of Zilla, falling into the street and buildings a block over. Viciously, his two attackers pounced on his prone form.

    No longer pinned, Zilla attempted to pull herself back to her feet to no avail; Godzilla had pushed her shoulder spikes deep into the earth beneath her. She cried out in frustration, but her young had already come to help her. Not quite strong enough to tear her loose from the ground, the pair began to frantically dig beneath their mother as she struggled to get free, rocking her body back and forth to loosen the dirt.

    The lavender and rose Zilla pair continued their assault on Godzilla, slashing and biting at his prone body. Godzilla thrashed about, his armored hide yielding little blood to the attacks of the young titans.

    Unfortunately for them, he had not lost his breath in the fall. Enraged, Godzilla unleashed his atomic breath at the rose colored Zilla, directly impacting his chest and throat. Unlike Megalon or the MUTO’s, Zilla’s species lacked a robust exoskeleton to resist the attack.

    Like a flamethrower, his attack charred the youthful creature’s body in an instant. The rose colored kaiju’s skin blackened and crinkled, withering the muscle beneath and exposing bone. The monster shrieked in pain as the atomic fire burned his throat, spilling his life’s blood boiling into the street before it pierced his body and lanced into the buildings behind him in a massive explosion. Falling to the ground, the rose colored Zilla writhed briefly before it expired.

    Godzilla lifted himself to his forward claws, the blue glow of his atomic energy still shimmering within his scutes. Around his hands and feet, dozens of the smaller Zilla swarmed. At ten feet tall, the damage they could do against their colossal enemy was limited, but it wouldn’t prevent them from trying.

    The tiny monsters swarmed up his arms and legs, digging and biting at his flesh as others ran up toward his face and eyes. Blood welled up across his arms and legs from the swarming attack. Annoyed, Godzilla released his atomic breath again, incinerating the titans on his arms and legs with a carefully aimed blast. As the glow faded from his craggy spikes, he began to swat at the smaller Zilla on his face and neck.

    Meanwhile, the brood’s mother had freed herself from the ground. Loose earth and asphalt tumbled from her back as she rolled her shoulders, ready to attack once more. Standing beside the three remaining juvenile titans, she watched as Godzilla crushed her children against the surrounding buildings like a bear scratching itself against a tree. She could hear the screeches of terror and sudden death as they were snuffed out by the ancient alpha predator. Beside her, the younger Zillas snarled and shook in anticipation.

    Godzilla finished off the remainder of the Zilla horde and turned toward his remaining opponents. The streets around his feet were littered with the broken and lifeless bodies of the tiny kaiju.

    Enraged, Zilla let out a trumpeting roar as emerald light raced up the length of her spine, illuminating her scutes like a light shown through a crystal. The green fire shown in her eyes before bursting from her roaring maw, the line of fire clearing the distance to Godzilla in an instant.

    The beam of atomic energy hit Godzilla in the chest, eliciting a cry of pain from the monster king. The outer layer of his armored hide smoldered from the attack. In response he began to build up his own atomic breath, the blue light running up from the tip of his tail. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of Godzilla’s deadly breath, Zilla released her children and charged.
    The 4 saurian kaiju swarmed toward Godzilla, the lavender juvenile arriving first. With a quick slash of her claws, she struck Godzilla in the stomach as she passed his right side. The daisy and chartreuse colored juveniles followed a similar path, deviating only to the left after drawing blood from Godzilla’s belly. Godzilla swatted at the young monsters as they passed, catching the daisy highlighted Zilla across the face with his powerful claws. 3 large gashes were opened on the right side of her face, blinding her with her own blood. With a shriek she tumbled, rolling into the base of the Hancock Whitney building as she clutched her face in pain.

    Zilla herself struck last, closing the distance to Godzilla in a single leap. Using her powerful hind legs she kicked and slashed at Godzilla’s chest like a raptor before landing in front of him. The armor already weakened by her radioactive breath, she sliced long bloody slashes into his chest. Godzilla roared in anger and pain as blood ran from the lacerations in his chest. Again he struck at her with his massive claws, only for her to duck out of the way.

    From behind him came the three Zilla children again. The lavender and chartreuse pair struck at his flanks as their daisy color sister made a bold move. Furious and wounded, she shrieked and clambered up his back. Using his dorsal plates like stepping stones, she clawed and slashed her way up toward his head. As the adult Zilla circled around him, Godzilla slashed and shook his body in an attempt to dislodge the small yellow kaiju. Buildings trembled for miles around, shattering glass with each jarring impact as she held onto his neck and shoulders with her claws.
    Firmly attached to his head, she opened her moth to use her own special attack. A burst of fiery gas exploded from her mouth, the orange flames singeing the back of Godzilla’s head. Her siblings, seeing the attack, cried out excitedly, and began to circle Godzilla, attacking with their own immature breath weapons. Roaring in annoyance, Godzilla bent downward and grabbed for his shoulder riding nuisance.

    Caught up in the thrill of her successful attack, the young Zilla was unable to escape the grasping claws which ensnared her. With immense strength and speed, Godzilla tossed the smaller kaiju to the ground. Stunned by the impact, the daisy kaiju was powerless to defend herself as Godzilla stomped down on her back. With two powerful downward thrusts of his left foot, Godzilla had crushed the juvenile Zilla’s spine with a loud crunch. The daisy colored Zilla’s orange eyes, so full of life and energy seconds before, dimmed as blood ran from her open mouth.

    Devastated by the loss of their sister, the lavender and chartreuse Zilla rushed her killer. The lavender Zilla circled as her green brother charged in, attempting to climb up Godzilla’s back as his daisy sister had done.

    Unwilling to allow another climber onto his back, Godzilla struck first. With a quick swing of his tail, Godzilla caught the chartreuse kaiju across the torso. The heavy appendage pulverized the young kaiju’s rib cage and spine, sending his broken body flying into the night. He crashed into the nearby One Canal Place, which collapsed atop him in an expanding cloud of dust and glass.
    With nothing left to lose, the remaining Zilla child ran to meet her fate. As Godzilla lifted back up from his tail attack, the purple beast pounced onto his chest. Sinking her claws deeply into Godzilla’s shoulders, the little monster attempted to do as much damage as possible to her siblings’ killer.

    She slashed with her hind legs across his belly and bit at his throat with her powerful jaws. As blood began to run across the front of his body, Godzilla reached up and grabbed the lavender Zilla in his powerful claws.

    The speed of Zilla and her brood had forced him to rely on his claws to strike, but Godzilla’s primary weapon had always been his teeth. Snarling, he snapped at the purple kaiju’s head and neck before clamping his powerful jaws around her throat.

    With a burbling cry, the young Zilla tried desperately to escape as Godzilla sank his teeth deeper and deeper into her throat. Hot blood poured from the wound, running down Godzilla’s face and neck. Shaking his head like a bull dog, Godzilla tore her throat from her body and dropped her to the ground.

    Incensed, Godzilla looked around for the parent but he could find no trace of her. Relaxing his shoulders for a moment, Godzilla exhaled. His body was sore, he was bleeding from dozens of small wounds, not to mention the slashes across his chest. But he still had one more opponent to face.

    Seeing the lifeless bodies of her children fallen on the ground, Zilla let out a heart wrenching screech. Godzilla whipped around to locate the slender kaiju two blocks away from him, her body shaking with grief and rage.

    Her orange eyes, so like his own, brimmed with tears as green light raced up her spiky back. Each scute was quickly illuminated a row at a time, starting from the tip of her tail to the massive spikes on her shoulders. In a flash, Zilla’s tears evaporated as light and heat bloomed from her eyes. Opening her toothy mouth wide, the smaller kaiju let loose with her atomic breath in a swirling stream of green fire.

    But Godzilla was ready for her. His own atomic breath burst from his mouth, the blue plasma colliding with green in a blinding flash of light between them! Sparks flew as the two kaiju poured forth their power in a struggle for dominance. A pulsing cloud of energy was building at the impact point. Blue and green rays of light danced and swirled within the cloud like an aurora, the colors cascading over the ruins of New Orleans.

    Zilla’s eyes widened in shock as she held onto the thread of her breath. She had never experienced something like this before! Her vision was a haze of blue and green light, keeping her opponent’s form concealed from her. Digging her clawed feet into the earth beneath her, she braced herself against the blast. If she could just manage to hold on, perhaps she could escape, regroup. She had to if she was going to make the murderer of her children pay!

    Godzilla kept his breath firing in a steady flow of power. In his long life, he had mastered the use of his atomic breath. He knew its strengths and weaknesses inside and out. His opponent’s weapon may have been a different color than his own, but its function was the same.

    Zilla had led the attack with a powerful blast, attempting to overpower him quickly. If he had been less experienced, perhaps it would have worked. The struggle of beams was as much an act of balance as it was power. A wrong move could spell disaster if the energies were interrupted at the wrong time. And so he let her push herself to the limit, the meeting point of the beams drawing closer and closer to him.

    A new light shown in Zilla’s eyes. She was winning! She took a difficult step forward, attempting to push the energy back on Godzilla.

    Feeling the balance of the beams shift between them, Godzilla made his move. He increased the power of his breath as blue light began to pulse down the length of the ray. Zilla, no longer braced, stumbled with the sudden push from her opponent. Immediately her green radioactive beam began to wither as the cloud of energy raced toward her.

    Pushing his advantage further, Godzilla stepped toward the struggling kaiju as he fired, keeping his head held low and forward to maintain the balance of the beams. Zilla’s eyes widened in fear as her breath finally gave out, breaking the balance of power in a massive explosion, sending an earthquake-like tremor for miles around. Relinquishing his flames, Godzilla raised his head to the sky and roared in victory.

    With a cacophonous sound, a shock wave of plasma rolled across the landscape as a strange blue and green fireball expanded skyward. Zilla, her lithe frame over 7 times lighter than Godzilla’s, was tossed end over end away from the blast. Careening through the air, the saurian kaiju screamed before smashing headfirst into the rubble nearly 300 meters away, sending up a shower of concrete and steel.

    The smoke cleared before Godzilla saw Zilla again, still laying where she had fallen. Her leathery skin was charred and bleeding, the energy released from the explosion having ravaged her aching body.

    With a weak cry she attempted to lift herself up from the ground, failing to pick herself up on the first try.

    Shakily she rose again, forced to support herself on all 4 limbs due to the pain from her broken ribs. Her hearing was nonexistent except for a constant ringing noise. Blood ran from her mouth and nostrils. The fall had even managed to crack the large scute above her right shoulder, its pointed tip left embedded in the earth.

    Stomping across the black and broken surface of ground zero, Godzilla called out against his opponent once more. His powerful roar echoed across the city, managing to penetrate the ringing in Zilla’s ears. She looked up at the monster king and their eyes met across the battlefield.
    Desperation and pain filled the smaller titan’s eyes, power and confidence the larger. Enraged, Zilla screeched back at Godzilla, but the threat was empty. With a snort that flared his gilled neck, Godzilla stalked toward Zilla.

    Her body weak and frail, Zilla considered her options for a single second before turning tail and running. In her current condition, she couldn’t possibly defeat Godzilla. Her only hope was to escape and rebuild her brood. Alone she could not beat him, but together perhaps they could. Painfully, she ran faster and faster for the glistening water of the gulf.

    Outpacing him even in her weakened state, Godzilla summoned his atomic breath once more. Blue light ran up his back, pulsing from within the craggy dorsal plates. Like a line of fire, the plasma burst from his mouth and flashed toward his opponent.

    But the smaller titan was still too fast, the ray striking the ground where she had stood a second before. Eyes bulging from their sockets, Zilla pushed harder. She would not survive another blast. In the water she would outpace him. She just had to make it! Rearing back, Godzilla fired another blast as Zilla jumped for the gulf, just half a block from the waterline.

    Time seemed to slow as she leaped, the line of blue fire rushing toward the saurian kaiju. Still rising through the air, Zilla watched as her enemy’s attack passed directly beneath her! The flaming atomic breath of Godzilla came so close to her that Zilla could feel the immense heat across her body, scorching the leathery skin of her belly.

    With an immense blast of steam, the beam struck the surface of the water as Zilla arced over it to disappear beneath the waves. Trailing blood behind her, she swam with all that she had. She had to get as far away from Godzilla as possible.

    Enraged, Godzilla stomped his clawed right foot into the ground, cracking the pavement beneath him and rattling structures for miles around. Megalon had escaped him in Chicago, but this one would not! So long as she was alive, he was in danger of being overrun by her spawn. He would not let her escape so long as she posed such a threat.

    With grim determination he made his way to the shore and dove forward into the water. In seconds he was gone, once more on the trail of his quarry. Behind him, the people of New Orleans and the United States at large breathed a sigh of relief. Though the destruction was immense, the monsters were gone. Perhaps now, they could finally begin to rebuild.

    Winner: Godzilla (Legendary)

    K.W.C. // February 20, 2020
  • Author: Landon Soto  | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski

    An old fashioned town hidden in the jungles of Japan, claimed to be one of the last few existing places that had an almost direct link to the gods, would have their faith finally tested.

    A young brother and sister duo playfully ran far beyond the town limits; they wanted to know what lay beyond the dense trees and fog. They ran, farther until they reached a shore. White sandy beaches and gorgeous waves playfully washed against the shore, the midday sun offered its warmth.

    The kids played in the sand for a couple of minutes, before the water in the distance began to bubble and churn. A very familiar sound filled the air, a sound the children usually heard at night on rare occasions.

    A large, spiky, brownish-red crustacean poked its head out of the water. Beady red eyes on stalks scoured the area, its eyes caught sight of the siblings. The creature began to slowly make its way toward the children.

    This was the creature that they heard on certain nights. Its cry echoed across the land, but it always disappeared quickly. Now this giant crustacean was actively seeking them out. It would take a few minutes, but they could follow the path home, and warn everyone about the monster!


    Two men guarding the main town entrance were alarmed to see the two kids come from out the jungle. The children pleaded with them to help warn the town, although skeptic at first, believing it to be a practical joke, they too heard the sound of the creature.

    Immediately, people were urged to hide in their bunkers that protected them from intense storms, the sound of the sea beast grew louder and louder as time passed. One man, an elder, swiftly made his way up the side of a small hill, there he spotted the beast. Ganimes.

    The creature was searching, it didn’t need to rush, and food would come soon. The old man, taken aback, swiftly made his way to a shrine that had a sun symbol painted on it. The man put his hand on the symbol and began to mutter. The symbol in the wooden shrine began to glow a bright golden light.

    Gray clouds rolled in, rain poured down onto the settlement, Ganimes was here. The mutant crustacean searched eagerly, unable to find any sign of the people. The monster was close to demolishing the whole town, but it stopped, it felt the presence of another being.

    A pillar of light struck the ground behind Ganimes, ripping a large hole open in the gray clouds, exposing the blue sky. The sudden brightness caught the attention of the crustacean, mesmerized by the sight. A silhouette formed as the light faded, revealed to be the legendary warrior, Utsuno Ikusagami!

    Light bounced off the silver and gold armor of Utsuno Ikusagami, the golden wings on his back shimmered in the sunlight. Ganimes screeched as it raised its terrible claws, charging the shining warrior. Utsuno Ikusagami easily stopped Ganimes, his metal hands gripped the claws of the monster, the silver and gold guardian easily hurled the crustacean overhead, Ganimes landed far from the village, trees flattened under its spiked carapace, mud shot into the air.

    Ganimes screeched in shock as the monster propped itself upward, trying its luck again, the crustacean charged once more. Utsuno turned around to face the creature and stood his ground. Ganimes lunged at the sun god and spewed a bubbly blob that splashed against the helmet of Utsuno Ikusagami.

    Utsuno Ikusagami let out a low grumbling noise as he clutched his face. Ganimes soon slammed into the god, the attack forced the sun warrior to stumble, Ganimes shrieked in pleasure as Utsuno fell to one knee, still clutching the front of his helmet.

    Ganimes screeched, ready to tear apart the hero of the sun. The crustacean menace charged once more, oblivious to Utsuno Ikusagami’s right arm, suspiciously placed behind his back.

    Ganimes raised both his claws, ready to batter and beat the god. Perhaps there was a delectable meat inside that shell of his. However, Utsuno had other plans. The shining warrior immediately rose to both feet and swung his right arm upward, the sword of Karasai in his hand! Ganimes was stunned, but its mind was soon flooded with pain as the blade cut both pincers off cleanly, spurts of blue blood sprayed from both stumps as exposed crab meat met the breeze.

    Ganimes cried out in pain, the sun warrior had successfully baited the crustacean, humoring it before getting serious. Utsuno switched the sword to his left hand and punched the crustacean square in the head, blue blood trickled down its spiky face. The crustacean stumbled about, letting out a low screech.

    Normally Utsuno wouldn’t be so violent toward an animal, even the giant ones; however, he knew the truth. As soon as he arrived, he felt the malice that emanated from the creature, the host inside was extraterrestrial. Yes, this beast was not like the large blue allosaurus, giant primate ‘god’, Kong, or even Godzilla.

    This hostile alien, Yog, took a harmless creature from mother Earth, and mutated it beyond recognition. He could see the countless people this thing had already slaughtered, solely to carry out its own twisted, sinister plot. This vile intruder had gone too far, now it had to answer to him.

    The golden medallion on Utsuno Ikusagami’s helmet shined bright as particles of sunlight were absorbed into it. The Yog creature lifted its head seeing the bright light, the last thing it would ever see.

    A large beam of light fired from the medallion and collided with Ganimes, its body violently exploded, the exoskeleton immediately charred, and the Yog virus was instantly vaporized. The beam stopped and allowed the dust to settle.

    A large circle of scorched Earth took the place Ganimes was standing before. Utsuno Ikusagami turned and saw the old man on the hill waving; the sun god gave his old friend thumbs up before fading into millions and millions of sun particles, floating back to the heavens above.

    The siblings who encountered Ganimes, stared in awe as they caught a short glimpse of the legendary Utsuno Ikusagami, the warrior who saved their lives, and stopped the dreaded sea monster.

    Winner: Utsuno Ikusagami

    K.W.C. // February 10, 2020
  • Author: Matthew Williams | Banner: Matthew Williams

    The Garogas were desperate to find a way to wipe out humanity and the last members of Peaceland, the Zone Family. Throughout their previous missions to conquer Earth, they had sent out specialized kaiju of their own creation, dubbed the “Terror-Beasts,” and had sent them to lay waste to the populated planet. But every time, their greatest arch-nemesis, Zone Fighter, would show up along with his family to stop them. Red Spark was the first to fall, then Destro-King, followed by Needlar. Each monster they had sent were defeated by Zone Fighter and the reformed Godzilla. Not even the two kaiju that were once controlled by the Space Hunter Nebula M, Gigan and the second King Ghidorah, stood a chance to defeat them. It was until the death of Grotogauros where the destructive alien race finally had it with this war, and had to retreat. And to that day, it was thanks to Zone Fighter and the Zone Family who foiled the Garogas’ plan of conquering the earth, where they were never heard from again.

    At least, that was what the Garoga wanted them to think.

    They had fled, but not nearly as far as humanity thought. A new fortress had been built on Mars, with three Terror-Beasts rebuilt to guard it. The bipedal insectoid Wargilgar, the beaked cyborg Spyler, and the drill headed Zandora. Resources were scarce for the Garoga in this solar system, forcing them to look for other methods of building an attack force. And years of watching the Earth from a distance finally paid off for them one fateful day in 1992…

    In Japan, a battle between two titans was drawing to a close. A golden, bipedal dragon with three serpentine necks screeched at his foe, colossal fan-like wings kicking up heavy winds as his twin tails beat the ground. Opposite him was a black saurian, with bone-white spines jutting out of his back and running all the way down to the end of his tail.

    The King Ghidorah currently battling was not the same which had terrorized the stars for eons. This was a copy created by people from the future, designed to wreak havoc upon Japan in the past to ensure it never achieved global dominance. But to the Garoga watching, hidden in the clouds until the perfect moment, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was the near-perfect image of the King of Terror.

    The three-headed monster lunged forward, wrapping his center neck around Godzilla’s throat. The nuclear behemoth, far different from the one the Garoga had contended with two decades ago, clawed at his foe in an attempt to escape. The grip only tightened, crushing the saurian’s windpipe. Soon, foam began pouring from his mouth as blackness overtook his vision.

    That was, until the spines on his back flashed blue, a moment before a wave of nuclear force erupted from Godzilla’s body in all directions. The Nuclear Pulse sent King Ghidorah flying back, smoke curling off his body as screams left his three jaws. Suddenly, the clouds above them parted, as a Garoga ship descended at rapid speeds. A tractor beam left its underside, surrounding the golden dragon in a shimmering field of energy as it lifted him off the ground.

    Godzilla, taking in the leftover energy of the pulse, charged up another ray. Azure bolts of energy danced along his spines for a brief second, until he fired a ray with two purple spirals around it. The Spiral Ray slammed into the restrained dragon’s stomach, blasting away flesh and leaving deep burns. King Ghidorah howled for a moment until he went unconscious. The Garoga ship ascended as soon as it had descended, King Ghidorah in tow. Godzilla charged another ray to blast the ship out of the sky. The flying saucer disappeared into the clouds, which were soon parted by an atomic ray which struck nothing.

    The three-headed monster was transported to the fortress, and placed inside a colossal chamber deep within. The room was filled with gas designed to keep the dragon asleep, as the scientists from a control room above the main chamber monitored their capture. As the Garoga think tanks discussed how to bend King Ghidorah’s will to their own, alarms signaled that the dragon was beginning to stir. As the Garoga rushed to up the dosage of gas, more alarms blared.

    Six snake-like eyes opened, taking in a completely different scene to the one he had last been in. The wound in his stomach was healed, but he could tell not all was right. King Ghidorah flapped his wings, pushing himself off the ground and onto his feet. More slits in the walls opened, pumping more knockout gas into the chamber. Finally, King Ghidorah looked up to see the scientists.

    All was silent for a moment as gears churned in the three-headed monster’s mind.

    Gravity Beams tore into the walls, reducing them to rubble with ease. The Garoga turned to flee, only for a single ray to shatter the pane of glass they had been looking through. In an instant, some of the greatest minds of a galactic empire had been turned to ash. If his mouths weren’t preoccupied with spraying death and destruction across the walls of his prison, King Ghidorah would have laughed. He had just been freed of one group of masters, he would not succumb to another. Less than a minute had passed, and already the outside world as open to him.

    King Ghidorah crawled out of his containment chamber, looking around his surroundings of the barren wasteland. Already, a sudden chill ran down the hydra’s spines and scales. The planet was too cold for his liking. He turned to see the base the aliens had built. Hissing in anger, he turned his wrath upon the greater structure of his captors.

    In the Garoga Fortress, the Baron Garoga stared at the screen, displaying live feed of King Ghidorah’s rampage through the secret base. The hard work of his people, being torn apart by a creation of the lower race they found themselves bested by time and time again. Before he could scream, the feed changed and showed the hideous face of a Red Garoga, who served as a commander of the facility.

    “Leader, we have begun the evacuation! And we’re awaiting orders!” The commander hastily reported.

    “Very good commander, send in Wargilgar, Spyler, and Zandora to combat King Ghidorah!” The gold headed alien order.

    “Yes sir!” The Red Garoga obeyed before cutting off the feed.

    King Ghidorah continued his destructive rampage on the base, with half of it being reduced to a pile of debris. Three shrilling cries caught King Ghidorah’s attention. The heads of the Garoga creation turned to see where the cries came from, and saw the three Terror-Beasts already being released to combat him. Wargilgar shrieked loudly to show his intimidation, being almost as tall as the dragon. Next to him, Spyler cackled when he raised his claws, he was ready for this battle and was quite energetic for it. And then there was the third, undoubtedly the strangest Terror-Beast of all, Zandora. The drill head creature clapped his shovel hands while he emitted strange sounds that sounded like laughter, as if he was trying to taunt Ghidorah.

    The mutant Dorat sneered at the Terror-Beasts, annoyed by the sounds they made. But since they were so eager to fight him, this would be a good time to test his ability to fight without a guiding hand.

    Spyler and Zandora both charged in at once, combing their strength to ram themselves against King Ghidorah, ignoring the Gravity Beams that were fired by the dragon. The three-headed monster shrieked when he felt the two strange creatures tackling him, with enough force to cause him to stagger back. Spyler cried out when he continue his assault, swiping his pincers on King Ghidorah’s scaly hide. Zandora helped along by pummeling their foe with his shovel hands. The two heads of King Ghidorah reached down, biting down on Spyler’s neck and shoulder. The beaked monster cried out, clamping on the right head’s neck to force him off. All was naught as he was slowly being lifted. Spyler cried out to Zandora to do something and quick, but the left head of the hydra spat out a Gravity Beam on the drill monster’s back. Zandora cried out, patting on his scorched back as he limped away. Spyler squeezed the neck tighter, only for Ghidorah’s two heads to slam him down to the Martian soil.

    The Terror-Beast cried out when his knees roughly landed on the surface of Mars, where he was promptly lifted up again. Wargilgar helped his comrade when he extended the double-barreled cannons out of his mandibles, firing explosive bullets on King Ghidorah’s exposed chest. The fused Dorat abomination groaned as his heads released Spyler. Wargilgar took a few steps closer as he fired another round from his cannons, which kept him busy. This gave Zandora the chance to ram the hydra with the red tipped drill on his oddly shaped head. The golden dragon cried out when he landed flat on his back, kicking in his desperate attempt to get back to his feet. Zandora laughed mockingly at the downed kaiju and gave him a good taste of molten hot steam that expelled out of the tubes on his neck. Miniature explosions emitted around the white cloudy vapors when they touched King Ghidorah’s golden scales, causing his heads to shriek in agony when they spewed their Gravity Beams at the Terror-Beast.

    Zandora cried out when fell down, flailing about as until he flopped around onto his chest. He pierced the barren surface with his drill and tunneled his way down, shoveling the excess with its odd shaped hands. King Ghidorah was about to use his gravity rays on Zandora, but his attentions shifted to Wargilgar when he heard him moving in to attack. The Terror-Beast shrieked when his mandibles sprayed a stream of fire, scorching the golden hydra’s thick hide. King Ghidorah’s three heads cried out when they retaliated, the left head lunged forth, ignoring the flames as he clamped his teeth down on Wargilgar’s long neck. Spyler immediately got up when he heard his partner’s painful screech; he repeatedly brought his claws down on King Ghidorah’s left head several times until it released its ally. Spyler didn’t stop his assault; he swung his claw up to stun the middle head, as he grabbed a hold of the right head. Wargilgar chittered in glee when he lowered his head and began to chew down the Dorat mutant’s neck with his mandible, ripping bits of the tough scales.

    Irritated, King Ghidorah’s central head snapped at Spyler’s arm, forcing him to back off. The strange bird-like creature cried out when he grabbed his bitten wrist, where alien blood seeped from it. The middle head fired a Gravity Beam at Wargilgar. The long-necked insect shrieked angrily when he grabbed the right head again with his claws. Wargilgar was electrocuted by another gravity beam from the Dorat mutant, which finally got him to step back.

    Wargilgar readied himself to exhale a gout of fire from his mandibles, but Ghidorah thought of a neat trick that he could do. Strong gusts of winds were made when the mighty dragon flapped his wings, blowing Wargilgar’s flames back at him and ignited against him as he screeched painfully. He immediately stopped spewing his combustible breath, but the damage had been done. Its body was now coated in a blaze before it was partly extinguished by the strong gusts. Spyler shielded his face with his claws, blocking off the cloud of dust and debris that were blown away, while Wargilgar squealed when he slipped and landed on his chest, crying out to get back up. Spyler tried to move closer, but it was so hard to do when the gale force grew stronger. King Ghidorah made it more difficult for him when his middle head spewed a gravity bolt at him, but Spyler barely held onto his footing when he rested on his right knee. The Laser Terror-Beast then spread his arms, unleashing a series of flashing lights from the orange sockets on his chest.

    In a matter of seconds, King Ghidorah’s shrieked when his vision immediately went blurry the instant he gazed upon the tremendous lights. The three heads cackled and waved around as they couldn’t see anything. As if luck wasn’t on his side, the ground shook beneath his feet before it collapsed, having the Dorat mutant cry out when his feet and tail were stuck a tunnel that Zandora had created. Wargilgar and Spyler both recovered and narrowed at King Ghidorah, where they both slowly advanced to him, and began to stomp and kicked his heads. The irradiated hydra panicked as he couldn’t see properly, and flapped his wings to pull himself out of the open chasm. Zandora began to laugh as he held onto the blind hydra’s soles, tugging so that he couldn’t escape. When Spyler began to strangle the right head with his claws, Wargilgar slammed his foot down on the left head. King Ghidorah shrieked in agony when he felt his buried body being boiled up by Zandora’s emitting steam. Small bursts of sparks came out of King Ghidorah’s body as it began to dry up, causing him to writhe in agony, even when he was on a cold planet like Mars.

    In a desperate effort to get out of the hole, King Ghidorah’s two tails flailed about until one of them batter Zandora’s back, raking his hide with the sharp spikes on the tip. The Earth Eating Terror-Beast cried out as his grip slipped away. Feeling that his legs were now freed, King Ghidorah’s central head fired a Gravity Beam at Wargilgar’s chest. The insect creature screamed loudly when he staggered back, then was blasted again when the central and left head combined they’re concentrated electric rays, making him topple down to the ground. Spyler cried out in shock when he tried to snap the hydra’s right neck, but like Wargilgar, he was met with two Gravity Beams that struck his belly.

    King Ghidorah flapped his wings to ascend him out of the gaping hole, where he slowly managed to get his legs out. Zandora tried to reach for one of the two tails, but the three headed monster jumped when his wings carried him into the air, causing the tail to slip away from the Terror-Beast’s grip. King Ghidorah kept flapping his wings as he adjusted himself, as he turned around to fly directly at his enemies. Spyler spread his arms, his knobs fired up the tremendous lights again. Ghidorah prevented him from using that cheap trick when he fired his Gravity Beams, striking at the socket-covered chest. Spyler groaned as it staggered back, but when it looked up, the next thing it saw was the hydra’s soles.

    With one single mid-flight kick directly at the chest, Spyler was easily lurched back as he cried out in pain. His feet made contact with the ravaging fire that engulfed the remains of the ruined Garoga secret base. King Ghidorah’s three heads cackled in malice, all unleashed their gravitational beams, creating a series of explosions that engulfed the Laser Terror-Beast. Spyler was then met with an electric bolt striking his face, as it was more than enough to have him slowly collapse on the burning debris, groaning before he went unconscious.

    Wargilgar moved in to save Spyler, but King Ghidorah denied this when he flew by the Garoga insect, clubbing him with his two tails. Wargilgar crashed on the ground as he lay on his back, his head looked up to see the three-headed monster. He watched the soaring Dorat mutant making a left turn, assuming that he was going use his beam weapon again. Extending his double-barrel cannon and carefully aiming at the incoming hydra, Wargilgar fired the cannons as the rounds struck King Ghidorah’s chest. The hydra shrieked when he felt a fireball erupting from his chest, forcing him to roughly land on his feet, nearly tripping to fall flat on his chest. The heads leered at Wargilgar, wrathfully screeching at the orange-blue creature.

    Before he could make his next move, dirt and debris shot up to the air when Zandora emerged from the subsurface and quickly drew out his hands that sprayed out molten hot steam. The three heads of the mighty hydra screamed in agony when they felt the miniature explosions and sizzling vapors that burn through their faces, forcing him to jerk his heads back and rear up, tall enough to tower over his bizarre enemies. King Ghidorah flapped his mighty wings to create winds that were almost as powerful as a hurricane’s, and although they were powerful enough to blow the emitting steam back at Zandora. The severe burning white clouds, along with their explosive properties, didn’t seem to cause any harm on the Terror-Beast’s hide, nor was it strong enough to push him away. Zandora chuckled when he slowly moved closer to the dragon, still firing his steam from his shovel-forehands. But King Ghidorah soon got him to stop by firing the Gravity Beams, which had the subterranean Garoga weapon wildly wave his hands and cried out.

    Wargilgar got up to his feet and charged in, repeatedly firing his mouth cannon. Four rounds managed to land a direct hit on the three headed monster. King Ghidorah shrieked in pain by the explosive rounds that left burn wounds on his hide, but then he shrieked louder when Wargilgar rammed his ant-like head on the wound. The Destruction Terror-Beast began to chew through the scales, but it was a fatal mistake for him when the central head of the three-headed dragon looked down and opened its maw.

    The Baron Garoga watched in disappointment when the screen showed Wargilgar’s long neck blowing up in chunks of flesh when the central head spewed gravitational lightning, causing the head of the Terror-Beast to fall while the body collapsed. The golden alien banged his desk with his fist when King Ghidorah let loose a sinister cackle. He had no other choice. He didn’t want to send in any more Terror-Beasts and have them go to waste, but he would only send in one, just to save what was left of his secret base. He then gave his order to his henchmen.

    ”Deploy Jikiro!”

    From the side of the Garoga Space Station, a red rocket was launched as it made a beeline toward Mars. The Baron Garoga was putting his hopes into one of the strongest Terror-Beasts that his people had ever created. Should he fall, then his plans for vengeance on both the Earthlings and the Zone Family would be delayed.

    With Wargilgar dead, Spyler now a burnt husk, Zandora was now the last of the trio. The Earth-Eating Terror-Beast cried out a furious shriek when he charged in, lowering his head as his drill spun at rapid speeds. King Ghidorah swung his three heads to the side, ramming them against Zandora and knocked him down on one of the buildings of the Garoga secret base. The structures were flattened as the creature made a weaken cry. Despite lacking any eyes, his drill-shaped head tilted up as if he were looking back at the towering kaiju that stood before him. King Ghidorah cackled at his fallen enemy and slammed his foot down on Zandora’s chest to crush him. Zandora cried out when his tubes sprayed steam, which made the dragon retreat to avoid any further injury. Zandora’s groans turned into laughter when he got up, lashing out his shovel hands to whack King Ghidorah’s chest.

    The hydra stepped away from Zandora, folding his wings to shield his heads when the strange creature sprayed more steam onto him. King Ghidorah could feel his wings burning away as they were about to dry up. It seemed like Zandora wasn’t going stop his molten vapor spray anytime soon. There was one thing that he could do, and it was going to hurt a lot. Bracing himself to endure the superheated steam, King Ghidorah unfolded his wings that he used for defense, where his three heads were being scaled. The hydra made his last attempt to turn the tables around when he spewed Gravity Beams at Zandora.

    The Terror-Beast cried out when he stumbled back, but he wasn’t going let a mere bolt stop him from continuing the fight. Zandora sped forth and slapped King Ghidorah’s central with his shovel hands, the right head sprang up like a snake, nipping at the alien’s wrist. Zandora cried out when he wrapped his other arm around the neck of the dragon, which had the left and central heads fired their beams at the Terror-Beast’s bizarre looking head.

    Zandora let go of King Ghidorah as he fell on his back and felt his aching waist. The mutated Dorat mercilessly refused to let him get back up to have a chance as his heads kept shooting out electric volts. Zandora didn’t make another sound when he felt sparks and explosions bathing his body. It didn’t take long, for the Terror-Beast exploded into several chunks that rained down everywhere, with his damaged red drill landing next to the severed head of Wargilgar.

    King Ghidorah’s three heads cackled now that the trio had fallen, his burnt wounds began to cool down by the Martian air. Although his wings were damaged, they were still functional whenever he needed to take off to the skies. The hydra turned to face the remains of the Garoga’s secret base as he resumed on his destructive rampage.

    However, for the Futurian creation, his victory was short lived when he noticed a missile falling from the sky. King Ghidorah’s central head was about to ready his Gravity Beam to shoot it down, but the object erupted on its own, several hundred meters above the surface of Mars. A thick light gray cloud of smoke shrouded the air, as a large object fell through. A huge parachute was deployed so that it would soften the impact when it touched down. The entity appeared to be a robot, built for combat and destruction, obviously indicative by the Gatling gun seen on the right hand. Arguably said to be the strongest creation the Garogas had invented, the Magnetic Terror-Beast Jikiro was ready for combat the moment he gently landed on the ground.

    The machine detached his parachute and made a metallic screech when he raised his arms. King Ghidorah shrieked back at the new threat, but Jikiro responded by firing rounds from his Gatling gun hand. The robot showed no emotion when the mutant Dorat shrieked painfully from the barrage of light bullets that pierced his hide, but he ceased his fire when King Ghidorah fired Gravity Beams at him, as sparks busted out of his tough armor. The draconic wings flapped as they carried the dragon to the air. Jikiro watched King Ghidorah flying directly toward him, all three of his heads shrieking madly. Jikiro aimed his right barreled gun hand as his tail lit up a bright golden light. Jikiro fired the Lightning Ray at the incoming threat.

    King Ghidorah crash landed as he shrieked in agony as he felt his aching limbs go numb after bracing through the lightning bolt that was as powerful as his Gravity Beams. Jikiro screeched when he moved closer to gaze down with his crimson robotic eyes. The machine lifted his left hand while he waved his right arm. Then King Ghidorah’s body was lifted a few feet in the air without even moving a muscle, as if he were being levitated. The golden dragon was being drawn toward Jikiro, as his chest made contact with left hand like a piece of metal being connected to a magnet. King Ghidorah’s three heads tried to tear through the Terror-Beast’s armor with their jaws, but not even the strongest bite could leave a single dent on the metallic hide. Jikiro made another metallic cry, when his gun-hand fired a shot of lightning up close to King Ghidorah’s waist. The hydra was freed from the magnetic forearm when Jikiro shoved him away with a mighty heave. The dragon stumbled back before falling flat on his chest and groaned as blood seeped out from the wound that he received below his ribcage.

    Jikiro screeched when he stepped closer to the injured mutant, aiming his gun hand. But just then, King Ghidorah’s central head lifted up and fired a gravitational beam at the Terror-Beast’s head. The eyes of the robot flickered for a moment when he shrieked, stepping back as King Ghidorah rose up to regain his footing. No matter how painful his injuries were, he wasn’t going surrender to the Garogas and let their war machine best him.

    The bionic Terror-Beast pulled a huge pile of debris with his magnet hand and caught it as he slowly marched toward King Ghidorah. The Garoga war machine cried out when he swung the pile of metal and concrete at the hydra’s right head, leaving behind a few scrapes on the scaly skin. King Ghidorah cried out angrily when he fired Gravity Beams at Jikiro, causing a shower of sparks and flares to burst out for each electric bolt that lanced the robot’s armor. Jikiro screeched when he took minor damage, as he quickly drew out his right hand, rapidly firing light bullets like an assault rifle. King Ghidorah cackled when the destructive rounds pelted against his golden scales. He used his still functioning wings and took flight, passing by Jikiro as his tails raked against his metal hide.

    Jikiro prevented King Ghidorah from flying any farther when he turned to use his magnetism, and once again, the three headed monster came to halt before he was pulled backward. King Ghidorah’s scaly back was stuck with Jikiro’s magnetic hand as the machine constantly pummeled the three necks with his right hand. King Ghidorah tried to pull himself out of the machine’s grasp, but even with the significant height difference, the magnetic power that it wield made it impossible to do so. With a great amount of strength, Jikiro threw the shrieking mutant to the side, only to be pulled back to him with his magnetic hand. This, however, gave Ghidorah a vantage point where he reached out and sank his teeth into Jikiro’s left arm. The machine reacted to the dragon’s attempt to tear away his magnetic hand by firing lightning into the dragon’s chest, separating the two.

    Mechanical shrieks emitted from Jikiro’s mouth when he used his magnetism again. But all of a sudden, King Ghidorah’s three heads shrieked in fury when he burst in with speed and slammed his towering body against the heavy robot. The two behemoths toppled down the surface of Mars, with Ghidorah being the first to get up on his feet. The three-headed monster took a few steps back, cackling as he fired golden rays at the downed machine that was slowly pulling himself up. Despite his armor being fairly durable, Jikiro was beginning to take some serious damage from the beams that kept striking him.

    Jikiro fired another round of light bullets, in which Ghidorah took notice and used his folding wings to shield himself. The Terror-Beast ceased his rapid fire and aimed his magnet hand behind while he waved his gun hand and began to pull something. This time, it was Wargilgar’s headless carcass. The machine caught the body and hurled it toward King Ghidorah while he unfolded his wings. The three heads shot out their beams at once, incinerating the hurled Wargilgar corpse into smithereens.

    Jikiro then tried to pull the charred body of Spyler with his magnet hand, but all the sudden, a gravity ray burst out of the jaws of Ghidorah’s central head, tearing through the left arm. Sparks rained out of Jikiro’s shoulder stump, as the destroyed limb landed on the ground. The situation was dire. Without his magnetism, Jikiro was now left at the mercy of King Ghidorah’s wrath; the Garogas hoped their ultimate weapon of destruction would be spared. With his Gatling gun-hand now the only functioning weapon left, Jikiro used it to fire lightning. King Ghidorah didn’t stop when he was electrocuted by the robot’s last weapon. His left head spewed out ray as Jikiro fired another bolt.

    The two beam weapons struck each other and triggered a massive explosion in the center between the titanic creatures. King Ghidorah took flight and shot through the thick smoke, surprising Jikiro by slamming his foot at the machine’s dragon-like face. Jikiro waved his remaining arm when he staggered back, where he was then raked again by the sharp spikes on Ghidorah’s tails when he passed by. As the bioengineered dragon steered himself, Jikiro turned to face the incoming threat, where his gun hand unleashed another high voltage bolt. King Ghidorah shrieked loudly when he was struck. It made his limbs feel numb again. But he had to press on as his three heads combined their golden rays to block Jikiro’s second use of his electrical beam.

    The Magnetic Terror-Beast kept firing his Lighting Ray for as long as he could, but within a second, it was being pushed back at the combined gravitational beams. His systems started to overheat, smoke lingered from the Gatling gun hand from overuse of the voltage weapon. Soon, Jikiro was overwhelmed by King Ghidorah when the electric-like beams tore through him and finally made contact with the right hand.

    A feeling of crushing defeat overcame the Garogas when the screens showed a large detonated explosion on Jikiro’s last arm, shattering it into dozens of pieces of fire and steel. The Terror-Beast emitted a static screech as smoke and sparks came out from the stumps of his shoulders. Jikiro looked up at the cackling King Ghidorah, who was ascending high in the air. Without his weapons, Jikiro was now completely helpless in this battle that was now a loss to the Garogas. The three heads of the golden dragon open their maws as they fire their Gravity Beams at the doomed robot, piercing through the mildly worn out armor.

    And thus, the Magnetic Terror-Beast Jikiro was engulfed in a huge fireball that put an end to him. The damaged head hit the ground, having now suffered the same fate as the previous incarnations of the machine. Only this time, it was from something the Garoga could only blame themselves for. King Ghidorah’s three heads made a haunting, triumphant shriek before they kept firing their rays at the remaining structures of the Garoga’s secret base. The Baron Garoga could do nothing other than watched and witnessed. The abducted creature that had almost been theirs tore through everything, until one of the stray Gravity Beams struck the camera that was monitoring the whole scene, cutting off the feed.

    The Baron Garoga stepped out of his office, moved toward a large window that showed the vast space and Mars, where he could then see replica of the real King Ghidorah from afar. The mutant had finished his destructive wrath and left the cold planet to head straight for the blue world they had tried to dominate countless times, Earth.

    “We wanted a new Ghidorah, and we found it.” He contemplated what this meant for his kind, their plans of dominating Earth now even further away. Then, another thought came to him. “I do wonder, what will you do when you reach Earth? Shall you merely wander, your lust for destruction satisfied here, or will you fill the vacuum left by the first Ghidorah’s passing?” He turned away from the window, ready to try and bargain for more resources from the greater Garoga Empire.

    Winner: King Ghidorah (Heisei)

    K.W.C. // January 30, 2020
  • Author: Joshua Reynolds | Banner: Tyler Trieschock

    A cool breeze blew across the tropical paradise. Infant Island, once used as a nuclear testing ground over half a century ago, was resilient. Only a third of the island had become barren. The rest was still lush. If the fools in the States would have done their proper research back then, they would have discovered that the island wasn’t unpopulated like they had come to believe. No. There was a population. A population determined to live. The islanders hid deep in the heart of Infant Island, far away from the prying eyes and sins of the rest of the world. However, when the blast came unexpectedly, it tainted the island.

    And it awoke something.

    Their God, long shrouded in mythology, had been uncovered. Mothra was reborn after millions of years. A protector, she was guided by two mystic protectors. They went by many names to the islanders and the few people that visited it afterward. The Cosmos, the Elias, but the most well known was the name the natives had bestowed upon them: Shobijin. There were only two of them, Moll and Lora.

    There was only one instance of Mothra showing aggression to the rest of the world. And that was back in the 1960’s when the Shobijin had been kidnapped by the greedy. Mothra rescued them at the cost of billions of dollars.

    Now, decades later, that Mothra is aging. She has spawned the next generation. With a watchful eye, she has guided this new generation into becoming something special. Moll and Lora gave this second one its own title: Leo. Like all of his kind, this male member of the race started life as a grub-like larva before maturing into a majestic, butterfly-like entity…

    Moll looked up at their protector with worried eyes. Leo seemed anxious. His antennae fluttered constantly and faint bolts of mystic power coursed through his multi-colored wings. “Something’s wrong.”

    Lora approached her sister. She tried to comfort her. “I’m sure its just maturity setting in. His mother has been missing for a little bit now.”

    Behind them, the Natives began to bow once Leo’s head lifted and his brilliant, emerald-colored eyes fixated on them.

    “Something isn’t right, Lora.” Moll declared, turning to gaze at her sister. “Mothra has never been gone for this long. It’s been three days!”

    Lora bit her tongue, “Always so concerned, my sister.”

    Suddenly, a strange noise echoed through the island. The twins and those that worship the divine moths spun around. Their eyes looked up to the clouds. Fear gripped them tight. Something approached fast. It was an insect, but something completely opposite to a Mothra. It was more akin to a dragonfly. Its body covered in a purplish exoskeleton and its eyes shined a blood red. The noise that came from its mouth was like that of a nightmare, a terrible screech that was only enhanced by the intense buzz generated by the beating of its wings which moved so fast they were virtually invisible.

    Suddenly, a beam of energy shot at it from behind. Megaguirus dodged, allowing the orange beam to vanish into a cloud. Emerging from behind one of the mountains, Mothra flew. She chirped as she approached. Megaguirus hissed, her head looking back toward her divine enemy. Such power… it was just begging to be drained.

    “Mothra!” Both Shobijin declared in unison, in shock and awe.

    Leo lifted his head and moved in his wings. However, as soon as he did, a cry from his mother ceased it. Leo’s wings went flat against the stone floor in which he lay.

    “This is where she went. What does this other creature want!?” Lora begged the question as the hundreds of natives rushed to their village huts for shelter.

    Moll shook her head, “I don’t know.”

    Megaguirus spun in the air, faster than Mothra could stop. Suddenly they collided in midair with a tremendous bang. Bolts of energy flew in every direction from Mothra’s wings and a strange, pollen-like storm began to cloud both of them. Megaguirus’s shrieks muted the chirps of Mothra as they began to fall. The large, leathery wings of the dragonfly began to flap while her claws clamped Mothra’s steady. She held both herself and Mothra in the air, head moving side to side and avoiding several point blank beams. An extremely high-pitched scream came from Mothra. Megaguirus’s scorpion-like tail plunged deep into Mothra’s midsection.

    Mothra tried firing, but her beams were sucked right back into her antennae. Her energy was being siphoned.

    “Mothra!” Moll once again shouted, “No!”

    “That monster is eating her energy!?”

    Watching from the ground, Leo’s wings moved again. The second generation began to move. As soon as his body lifted off the ground, Megaguirus’s head tilted. She spotted him instantly. Her tooth-like jaws seemed to widen into a grin. Her tail tore out of Mothra’s fuzzy abdomen, bringing with it a glob of yellow and green-colored goo. The dragonfly’s claws tore apart, tearing Mothra’s wings halfway through. She released the Infant Island deity. Mothra fell, unable to sustain flight with each of her wings shredded. She crashed into the side of a mountain, a rockslide following suit. She was buried…


    Mothra Leo flew in as fast as his majestic wings would allow. From the three gem-like objects between his antennae, streams of multi-colored energy erupted. Megaguirus flew up and forward, spiraling around the beams. Her speed took the youthful moth by surprise. In no time, she closed the distance. Her claws clamped around the base of the moth’s head. Megaguirus spun in the air, dragging Leo with her. Upon instinct, green bolts erupted from his wings. The lightning-like strikes struck Megaguirus, coating her in a series of small explosions. She released the moth and flew back.

    Leo chirped and flew, his body speeding up. Megaguirus flew up, but Leo spun. His body became a blur. Megaguirus’s eyes widened, shifting her exoskeleton in the process. Leo, for a brief moment, moved faster than she. He collided with her, turning his entire body into a projectile. A thunderous echo boomed through the mountains and hills of Infant Island. The dragonfly began to fall as Leo circled overhead…

    As she fell, Megaguirus’s wings stretched out and her tail stiffened. A fiery power gathered in front of her body. Leo looked down, just in time to see the building ball of energy fire. It moved fast, even faster than Megaguirus and Leo’s enhanced speeds. Unable to escape, Leo was struck by the orb of energy that was composed of his mother’s power. His body was shot upward, vanishing into the clouds.

    But a few dozen meters from the ground, the dragonfly’s wings began to move at a blur. She recovered and flew up, shooting toward the clouds like a bat out of hell. Before she could reach them, a powerful blast of emerald-colored energy parted it. The beam missed the predator by dozens of meters, but the impressive shot hit the ground and made the entire island shudder as if an earthquake.

    Leo erupted from the clouds, beams and bolts launching from his forehead and wings respectively. Megaguirus moved to the side, dodging the immense firepower. Leo chirped, turning in the air to face his speedy rival. By the time he did, Megaguirus buzzed away again.

    A sharp pain raced through Leo’s back. Megaguirus’s stinger plunged into the center of his back. The dragonfly cried aloud as she began to drain Leo’s energy.

    Unable to sustain flight, Leo began to fall with Megaguirus balancing herself on his back via her stinger. She guzzled his energy, siphoning it like a sponge does water. The ground raced upwards, faster and faster, to meet the insects. Finally, Leo hit like a meteor. The lush jungle cratered and a cloud of dust and dirt flew around them. Megaguirus’s body lowered, virtually lying across her victim’s body. The dragonfly’s eyes flashed, changing colors to green as she fed.

    A distance away, Mothra’s head lifted. Her body was over half-way buried. She’d never escape. She looked up, watching as her son was helplessly drained. Her antennae fluttered. A beam of energy fired from each. It was weak, but it’d due. The twin beams struck Megaguirus’s forehead, covering it in a small shower of sparks and smoke. The dragonfly shrieked, ripping her tail free. Her wings flapped, carrying her up.

    Leo whined softly. His head moved, looking at his trapped parent. He tried moving his wings, but he didn’t have the strength to get into the air. Megaguirus drained him of too much. Weakly, he began to move forward.

    Mothra chirped again, her blue eyes flashing a golden light. She spotted the insect zooming in fast. Her head lifted and twin streams of energy shot forth, striking Megaguirus’s wings. They were quickly engulfed in fire. The prehistoric predator flew upward, spiraling out of control before vanishing on the opposite side of the surrounding mountains. Gathering her strength, Mothra whined in pain as she struggled against the thousands of tons of rock. The boulders shifted, but as they did, more fell upon her. Slowly, she began to crawl out of the landslide. Her body was ragged and half-crushed, leaving a gory trail of insect pulp behind. She began to crawl, fighting to stay alive as her innards spilled from her crushed thorax.

    Mothra’s antennae touched those of her offspring. She didn’t have much power left. But what she did have, her son would need it if he were to survive and bring forth the next generation. Her mandibles released a cry as wisps of golden energy surged from her torn wings, through her body, and into her antennae.

    “Mothra… she’s…” Lora looked on in awe, streams of tears running down her cheeks.
    “She’s passing on her energy.” Moll finished her sentence, holding back tears.

    They both knew what this meant. Leo’s body absorbed the energy his mother was transferring. Mothra’s body transferred all of her powers as fast as she could. Her wings and antennae fluttered slowly as golden particles lifted from her and fell upon her child. Leo’s eyes began to shine brighter. His colors began to shift. As Mothra’s colors dulled and her snow white fur grayed, his became a patchwork of beauty. His wings changed, the lightning-like patterns becoming a display of blues, greens, and other tropical colors.

    Mothra’s head collapsed as the very last of her energy was bestowed upon Leo. Her wings remained still and all life faded from her blue eyes. Leo released a mournful cry, but he’d have to wait to memorialize his mother. Leo had become something new. A new form of Mothra unlike that of any other.

    Moll and Lora gasped. Holding hands, they looked upon the revived moth with wide eyes. “He’s… he’s become Rainbow Mothra!”

    Rainbow Mothra, the ultimate form a divine moth could reach. There had only been a handful of moths that had reached this state. It had been centuries since it had been needed.

    Leo’s new wings pushed off the ground. He was quickly airborne. And as soon as he was, Megaguirus’s nightmarish cry pierced the air. The dragonfly flew in from above, her wings now burnt black. Her tail lowered and claws opened. Her tooth-lined jaws screamed with an insatiable hunger. Beams of energy lanced from the jewels on Rainbow Mothra’s forehead. The dragonfly buzzed around them, avoiding all three streams with ease.

    As they rushed one another, Rainbow Mothra’s body flashed with energy. His body became but a blur. He moved faster than Megaguirus! She was taken off guard. Before she could react, Leo’s body collided with hers in a ram that exceeded Mach 15. Megaguirus’s body flew back from the impact, her left claw flying in the opposite direction along with numerous teeth that broke free of her skull. Her exoskeleton cracked like glass, spilling a vile fluid.

    Leo began to circle overhead as Megaguirus fell. She screamed in a mixture of agony and rage. Her wings began to beat faster than the eye could see. Before she hit the jungle canopy, she flew away. Leo’s head tilted. His wings flapped and he took chase, firing beams from his forehead and lightning from his rainbow wings. The dragonfly cried in fury as she spun about. Her remaining claw opened wide. Leo closed in, aiming to ram her again. But her speed picked up. She dodged at the last nick of time. Her claw clamped around Leo’s wing and her stinger thrust up, tearing into the base of it. She began to siphon the moth’s power once more.

    “Leo!” Lora shouted from the ground.

    As if hearing her cries, the moth’s body shined brighter than the sun. Megaguirus’s claw suddenly clamped shut on nothing and her tail fell loose. The moth vanished in the light. Then, from the sudden flash, a swarm of smaller moths. Each one flew around Megaguirus like angry gnats. Her body was coated in explosions, showering her in fire and the energy she lusted for. The dragonfly fell, her claw and stinger swiping at anything she could hit. But each contact with the smaller insects merely caused more detonations across her exoskeleton.

    She hit the ground like a rock and a tremendous cloud of dust and broken trees catapulted into the sky. Her screams of agony rang loud as she fluttered on the floor. The swarm of tiny moths seemingly vanished just as she made impact. But the damage was done. Numerous breaks in her exoskeleton spat green and yellow ooze. The dragonfly had to leave. She flipped herself over, leaving several pieces of purple exoskeleton clinging to the ground…

    Her wings beat softly and her body lifted off the bloody grass. She got but a few meters high before something caught her senses. Megaguirus’s crimson eyes looked up. Above her, Rainbow Mothra had reformed and a brilliant light was channeling from his wings and into the mid-section of his body. Megaguirus’s wings began to move slower. Her jaw fell limp, hanging from her mouth as all of her limbs dangled. It was if she was in a trance. Rainbow Mothra continued gathering his energy. The dragonfly was being drawn to the gathering of power like a moth to the flame.

    She closed the distance slowly but surely.

    She reached out with her claw. It opened wide as if she could grab and take the tremendous power.

    Rainbow Mothra chirped. The tremendous energy he had been summoning flashed. The air warped and for a brief second, Megaguirus’s senses returned. Her eyes widened and she screamed in horror. A tremendous boom followed as she was hit point blank by the biggest, most powerful Mineral Chest Beam the moth could muster. The beam was so wide that it swallowed Megaguirus’s form entirely. Her entire body was shot down like a canon. The very energy she desired tore her apart in seconds. Her exoskeleton was vaporized, followed by her muscles and organs. Her deafened screams ceased.

    Leo looked down. There was nothing left. The area where she hit was a burning crater. There was no signs of life. Megaguirus was sent back to extinction…

    Rainbow Mothra chirped. He flew over his fallen mother. He cried softly as energy trailed behind him. A golden light fell upon Mothra. As the light shined down upon her, Mothra’s body began to sink into the soil. A proper burial for the fallen moth…

    Winner: Mothra Leo

    K.W.C. // January 20, 2020
  • Authors: Tyler Trieschock, Vincent Rodger, Harley Jameson & Andrew Sudomerski | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski

    Twas the afternoon before Christmas, when all across the pacific,
    A bitter cold took hold, making life for all creatures horrific;

    Once bustling waters lay still and devoid,
    Now black, and nearly lifeless like a dark, shifting void;

    A bitter hunger grasped all on one particular isle,
    An island home to the world’s monstrous exiles;

    Baragon, Gorosaurus and Varan searched for food to no avail,
    The island hearing of their failure in repetitive, unending wails;

    Kumonga, Manda and Rodan slept in ravenous yearning,
    Biding their time until their prey came returning;

    Standing proud yet alone in a valley surrounded by isolated hills,
    Anguirus endured the cold and hunger with his immeasurable will;

    The two exceptions to gluttony were son and father,
    A pair of beasts that only needed to eat if they cared to bother;

    Junior and Godzilla truly only needed to consume nuclear power,
    But the two knew the island was sinking into chaos with every passing hour;

    While Godzilla ignorantly slept atop his fracturing kingdom,
    Junior began a trek across the isle to help his dominion;

    He could gather food from the darkest depths of the now frigid sea,
    It would at least satiate the monsters from committing a murderous spree;

    Before the young saurian made it, a trumpet like call echoed from afar,
    Not recognizing the screech, Junior found the echo quite bizarre;

    Without hesitation, Junior tracked the panicked sound,
    Junior walked to the beach where an ally was found;

    The dependable ankylosaur, Anguirus, scanned the still waters with precision,
    Whatever caused the call would not escape his curious vision;

    Both Junior and Anguirus then spun from a thunderous crash,
    The dinosaur, Gorosaurus, emerged from the jungle with a titanic smash;

    No care or empathy expressed itself from the newly arrived allosaur,
    All the green reptilian wished was to consume whatever emitted the roar;

    In unison, the trio wandered tirelessly across the deserted beach,
    Yet their search discovered no creature that let loose the mysterious screech;

    But then, from the sea, a wave of water violently uplifted,
    Every monster’s sight in response immediately shifted;

    A lumpy orange creature arose with a trumpet like chorus,
    A deep sea saurian which had fought Godzilla, the mighty Titanosaurus;

    Anguirus, Gorosaurus and Junior readied for a hasty clash,
    While Junior echoed a roar of deterrence, Gorosaurus bore his teeth to gnash;

    But as blood gradually turned the surrounding salt water red,
    The monsters noticed across Titanosaurus an unmistakable dread;

    The wounds were many, so grisly it rattled Junior’s core,
    He wondered what could have done this to the powerful dinosaur;

    The waters swirled behind Titanosaurus, sending him fleeing onto dry land,
    Behind him in his wake, an emerald devil strode onto the sand;

    Malicious and old, this draconic leviathan showed no remorse,
    Dagahra let loose a growl at the trio, inquiring the whereabouts of his fleeing main course;

    Gorosaurus nearly turned his head to help, but a foot struck the dirt,
    Junior roared at the devil to flee or it would feel unparalleled hurt;

    Sensing the hostility, Dagahra let loose a breath of irritation,
    He wished not a battle, but his eternal hunger fueled his determination;

    The emerald leviathan called forth for the beast’s surrender,
    Yet the young king roared in defiance of this new contender;

    Eyes narrowed with bloodlust, Dagahra partially enraged,
    And with a mighty blast from the dragon’s maw, the battle engaged;

    Indigo energy spat from Dagahra’s jaws in every direction,
    The draconic being would not stomach this pathetic attempt at protection;

    With the devil distracted, Titanosaurus continued to flee,
    His form faded into nothing as he flattened dozens of trees;

    Anguirus, Junior and Gorosaurus cried in horrendous pain,
    Their enemy was powerful, but they could withstand the strain;

    Anguirus burst forth first, his maw held wide in rage,
    Shocking Dagahra at the durability of this creature from an ancient age;

    Teeth pierced flesh and warm blood splattered all over the earth,
    Anguirus would remove this draconic evil from his turf;

    The ankylosaur would not relent no matter how much Dagahra tried,
    A grim smile formed on the leviathan as he prepared to turn the tide;

    Energy surrounded his maw and the devil’s wing cones parted,
    Dagahra was now ready to end what the ankylosaur foolishly started;

    Overwhelming thunderous energy blasted Anguirus backward,
    Even with the shocking display, Junior boldly pressed onward;

    Dagahra smiled as he watched Anguirus plummet and howl in pain,
    Surely now the monsters would realize this fight was in vain;

    The youngster’s fins flashed a sun-bright cerulean blue,
    A fiery beam scorched the sand but then it struck true;

    Dagahra retreated, howling in agony from the scorching attack,
    Enraged eyes fell upon Junior, while the devil’s head scales shined black;

    The beach shook with ravenous fury, intentions entirely unmasked,
    Gorosaurus charged with such ferocity, to stop him would be a foolhardy task;

    A two-pronged kangaroo kick smashed against Dagahra’s head,
    The leviathan soared into the ocean, crashing violently onto the sea bed;

    Devilish eyes parted in rage from under the dark sea,
    No more pride, no more hesitation, he would silence these pathetic enemies;

    The open ocean exploded from Dagahra’s immeasurable rage,
    His wing canons blasted Barem as the emerald devil began to engage;

    Parasitic starfish coated monster island’s allosaur,
    Acid like ooze coating his skin causing him to painfully roar;

    Dagahra focused on Gorosaurus’ maw, taking advantage of his jaws parting,
    Bubbles began to form, the allosaur was unmistakably frothing;

    Green scales struck sand from the dinosaur’s titanic fall,
    With only one creature remaining, Dagahra readied to end the brawl;

    A flap of his draconic wings allowed Dagahra to fly,
    His jaws clasped Junior’s neck causing the creature to utter a cry;

    Higher and higher, the monsters violently ascended,
    Dagahra’ final destination open ended;

    For the draconic monster, he needed no destination,
    Gravity would be the factor to end the altercation;

    Jaws parted allowing Junior to begin his fall,
    His cataclysmic return ending in Monster island’s jungle sprawl;

    Thoroughly beaten, bludgeoned and bleeding profusely,
    The monster king’s son held on to consciousness loosely;

    Next to him, in terror, Titanosaurus looked on in fright,
    Hearing a haunting bellow which announced it won the fight;

    The ground trembled as Dagahra confidently landed nearby,
    Titanosaurus spun in horror, the end was unmistakably nigh;

    Rustling in the trees attracted both monsters in surprise,
    From all directions the inhabitants of Monster Island began to rise;

    Baragon upheaved the soil, Rodan set forest aflame,
    Manda slithered into sight, Varan glided into frame,

    Long, jagged legs pierced the earth marking Kumonga’s entrance,
    To Dagahra irritation, all of the monsters of the island were now in attendance;

    From behind the devil, Anguirus stumbled on the field,
    His head held low, his burn wounds freshly sealed;

    With a weak, yet determined screech Anguirus rallied his brethren,
    Dagahra vented a breath of agitation, it seemed he would have to kill all seven;

    Indigo energy struck Baragon and floored the dinosaur,
    With an ally downed, the others moved to even the score;

    Varan charged first with his claws sharp and bare,
    A devastating tail swipe smashed the sacred god with little fanfare;

    But Dagahra could not react to Rodan in time as it neared,
    The fiery Titan’s talons skewered while its volcanic wings seared;

    Manda snapped forward, encircling the devil’s back thighs,
    Anguirus closed the distance, allowing Baragon and Varan to arise;

    The reptilian pair jumped atop Dagahra, a planning forming fast,
    They could not match the devil in power, for the difference was too vast;

    But what they lacked in power, Kumonga displayed with intimidation,
    A stinger which held a poison that ensured any opponent’s annihilation;

    Surrounded by monsters, Dagahra scorched and clawed,
    Battering his foe’s until he felt a strange prod;

    Within seconds, Dagahra fell stagnant without uttering a single roar,
    The monsters fell back while Kumonga continued to impale its stinger more;

    Six strikes pierced flesh, six doses of poison ensured the kill,
    Six monsters emitted a cry of victory then felt a startling chill;

    A menacing laugh echoed, shocking every creature within sight,
    Dagahra arose amused, finding pleasure in the looks of fright;

    He was a creature made to consume the vilest toxins and pollution,
    Kumonga’s poison was nothing to such a creature of his evolution;

    Lifting onto his back legs, Dagahra let loose a mocking screech,
    If the monsters wished to experience death, it was a lesson he would happily teach;

    The brawl ended before it restarted with a roar which silenced all motion,
    To go against the bellow would result in complete destruction;

    From the edge of the battlefield, all looked toward the setting sun,
    A mighty monstrous king stood over his badly beaten son;

    Enraged eyes looked across the jungle toward the emerald titan,
    Spines channeled nuclear power and began to eerily brighten;

    Dagahra for the first time felt a shiver of terror take hold of his form,
    To fight against the King of the Monsters would be like a creature fighting a storm;

    The devil let loose his intention to the behemoth which was king,
    To consume Titanosaurus, not his allies or offspring;

    With overwhelming presence, Godzilla looked to the undersea dinosaur,
    Titanosaurus felt death grip him, he would surely be no more;

    As Godzilla pondered how the situation would unfold,
    His oldest ally, Anguirus, attracted his gaze which was cold;

    The ankylosaur looked on with a defiant stare,
    Without a sound thought, Godzilla understood how to end the affair;

    An order roared out to all the monsters which could listen,
    Titanosaurus would go unharmed, it was the king’s final decision;

    With a ferocious bellow, the toxic devil ignored his better judgment,
    And charged on all fours toward a battle that would be utter torment;

    The other monsters readied to assist but a thunderous roar stopped all in their stride,
    Godzilla would end this renegade, not out of necessity but pride;

    Nuclear behemoth and emerald leviathan crashed with immense force,
    Dagahra clamped his jaws on black hide as dense as it was coarse;

    Before Godzilla’s blood could fall upon the shaking frozen soil,
    Atomic fire burned from his jaws causing Dagahra’s blood to boil;

    Dagahra retreated backward but countered with his own volley of fire,
    Thunderous toxic beams struck Godzilla until both creatures began to tire;

    Their beam war ended and Dagahra jettisoned upward,
    Slamming his bulk into Godzilla with such force the King fell backward;

    Emerald claws pressed down upon the King’s throat,
    Barem blasted onto the behemoth who could not roar but emote;

    Cat like eyes narrowed, crimson energy began to flash,
    Godzilla’s arms swung upward launching Dagahra away with a mighty crash;

    With an earth-shattering stomp, Godzilla recovered and roared a request,
    The emerald leviathan would unleash all its power, a simple test;

    Dagahra bellowed in rage and parted his maw in spite,
    A mighty indigo ray burst forth to wipe Godzilla out of sight;

    The ray flew forth vaporizing all shrubbery it grazed,
    Yet the determined King awaited the indigo ray, unfazed;

    With his jaws burning crimson and spines flashing the brightest light,
    A spray heat ray burst forth to finally remove the draconic blight;

    The two rays collided yet the winner proved quite clear,
    Dagahra’s indigo beam vanished and within the dragon surged fear;

    Godzilla’s fiery ray burned down Dagahra’s gullet, his body filling with flame,
    The ravenous appetite of Dagahra replaced with anguish and pain;

    A great inferno swallowed Dagahra’s rotting corpse in a flash,
    His flesh and bone gradually reduced to nothing but fine ash;

    The monsters roared in celebration of their hard-fought victories,
    Allowing the moment to overshadow their wide-ranging injuries;

    But soon the monsters of the island discovered one enraging truth,
    Titanosaurus, the cause of the brawl, was now aloof;

    No traceable sign remained of the undersea dinosaur,
    Causing the monsters of the island to mock him as a coward in roar;

    Hunger silenced their calls and soon the monsters angrily returned to their dens,
    The frigid air and snow flurries of the night acting as their unwanted friends;

    With morning the chilled breeze remained, yet something filled the air,
    A putrid, horrendous smell that shockingly began to ensnare;

    The creatures of the island gradually made their way to the eastern shore,
    Where the sand was stained crimson in a display of true horror;

    Rotting corpses of whales and squids covered the beach from end to end,
    To the monsters of the island the sight was nearly too much to comprehend;

    Teeth shredded open flesh, beak shattered bone,
    Mandibles siphoned fluid, the dead began to groan;

    Watching the ravenous feast in the far-off tide,
    Titanosaurus looked with a lingering sense of pride;

    The gift had been tedious but it seemed to take,
    Soon nothing would remain from the monsters’ ravenous wake;

    Rising on a nearby mountain, Titanosaurus spotted a new creature,
    It’s identity apparent from the dorsal spines, its most defining feature;

    Godzilla’s presence loomed over all within his domain,
    Striking fear into the very core of the undersea creature’s brain;

    The nuclear leviathan’s head turned with his glare aimed out toward the sea,
    His stare apparent sparking Titanosaurus to flee;

    But Titanosaurus heard him roar as he dove out of sight,
    He could return one day, with or without a fight.

    Winner: Anguirus (Showa), Baragon (Showa), Godzilla (Heisei), Kumonga (Showa), Manda, Rodan (Legendary), Varan


    K.W.C. // December 25, 2019
  • Author: Matthew Williams | Banner: Dao Zang Moua

    “Now tell me, my love,” Dr. Malik spoke to his wife, “Is this what you envisioned? You and I, relaxed as my creations do the work of what we have longed for?”

    “Yes, it’s all I ever wanted,” Lucretia replied. “But what’s more important is that I’m happy to see you get what you desired.”

    “And I bet McKenzie never knew what even hit him,” Malik chuckled as he sipped on his champagne, enjoying his time watching the screen that displayed the hidden underwater city, Latitude Zero.

    As for what Malik had dreamt of, the city was put into his hands the moment a happenstance meteorite collided with the barrier that protected it, shattering it with immense force. The force field, under normal conditions, would have prevented anything from entering Latitude Zero and was the only thing that kept Dr. Malik from entering the hidden paradise. In addition, the weather in the sanctuary went from the usual warm, sunny day to an unexpected snowy blizzard. Nobody was able to give an explanation on why it was happening. Not expecting that such a fortune would fall in his favor and not wanting to question it, the good doctor took this opportunity to attack. He deployed the Black Shark to invade the peaceful city that held the knowledge and wealth he yearned for. The submarine sailed through the water’s surface and fired its laser cannon, easily decimating the longstanding structures. While precautionary measures were taken from within Latitude Zero, Malik ensured that nobody would be safe. The Black Shark released a huge swarm of the mad scientist’s hideous creations.

    People were pounced and pinned to the concrete as they were horrifically gnawed on by oversized rats that were about as tall as the average person. Some of them were swooped into the air by Malik’s second most intelligent creation, the Bat People; heavily modified human hybrids with the fur, the muzzle, and the winged forelimbs of a bat. The deformed mammalian monstrosities carried anyone unfortunate enough to get caught in their talons, where they soon dropped them to their deaths. The mammalian horrors continued to follow Malik’s order: to kill anyone and anything that they saw in this paradise.

    Then there was Malik’s ultimate monster servant, a creation that cost the life of Kroiga, the previous captain of the Black Shark. But the doctor had little interest in her and had many other henchmen worthy for piloting the submarine. But it was mostly for the better for his love relationship with Lucretia, who despised Kroiga for having romantic feelings for the man she cared for. With her disposed, Malik had used Kroiga’s brain to create an intelligent creature. One that had the body of a lion and the wings and legs of the largest condors he could capture. Derived from the kanji of Kroiga’s name, Malik called his griffon creation Black Moth.

    A loud cry was heard from Black Moth as her wings glided her through the air. The chimera used her frontal talons when she slammed into a building, swiping at the structures as they crumbled away. The griffon glared at the civilians that cowered before her, pouncing on them as her forearms crushed them. She noticed some of the inhabitants in golden suits flying toward her with their jetpacks, where they bravely tried to fend her off by using their glove-mounted weapons that ranged from flamethrowers to lasers. Although she backed away at first, Black Moth swiped each one out of the sky, with several of the bat people swooping in to assist.

    As the horrible beings savagely slaughtered Black Moth’s attackers, the griffon growled in fury. Not because of her savage nature or the sudden snowstorm that was blowing. While she appeared to be a beast, the mind and heart of Kroiga still remained. She had done everything for Malik, even with the strongest urge to marry him. But after what he did, her love for the doctor turned into a vengeful hatred to him. She hated everything about him, but she loathed Lucretia even more. If she were standing there, Kroiga would have ensured her death would be slow and terrifying. But the good doctor figured she would try to revolt against them. During the operation, he surgically inserted a communication device that doubled as shock treatment should she ever try to defy her creator’s commands. Kroiga learned this the hard way when she tried to murder Lucretia, which almost cost her life after barely surviving the powerful shocks. With no way to have her vengeance without risking death, the reincarnated Kroiga was doomed to being an abused pet for the madman that turned her into a monster, a tool to crush those who stood in Malik’s way.

    Craig McKenzie was siding with Ken Tashiro and Jules Masson, where they too were in their golden suits to combat the invaders.

    “How many of these things did Malik create? And not even the snow is slowing them down!” Tashiro cried out, spraying flames out of his fingertips at the swarm of rats.

    Before either McKenzie or Jules could say anything, Black Moth landed on the ground near them with a heavy thud. They looked up at the tall griffon that stood over them, who gave the loudest roar of a lion that could have been heard. They all quickly activated their jetpack to fly straight up, just in the nick of time before Black Moth could crush the three with her talons.

    A loud growl, from a different source, was heard from afar that caught Black Moth’s attention. McKenzie look at the direction that she was looking at and saw the large facility breaking apart as another large creature emerged. It was one that he was most familiar with. A creature he had found abandoned and had built a large enclosure facility to raise him.

    “Daigoro! He’s escaped!” Jules shouted.

    Daigoro shivered up and sneezed. He too was feeling cold from this snowy weather. But unlike everyone else, sans Malik’s creations, he wasn’t bothered that much by the low temperatures. He marched his way toward Black Moth as he began to hop up and down in a childish manner to try to look tougher than the feral animal that he was facing against. Even as an adolescent, he tried to intimidate Black Moth. If this led to a fight, then he would be confident to do so. The winged lion gave another loud roar again, which made Daigoro whimper and cower a little. But that didn’t last long as the giant mammalian responded with a rumbling growl.

    “We have to go, it’s not gonna be safe if they’re gonna fight!” ordered McKenzie.

    “But what about Daigoro? He doesn’t even know how to fight!” Jules said concerned, worried about what was going to happen. But he had no other choice but to fly away with them when they noticed several bat people flying toward them.

    “That’s by far the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen,” said Lucretia in disgust by Daigoro’s appearance. It reminded her of hippos, her most hated animal.

    “Well by the looks of it, it doesn’t seem to have a clue of how to fight in properly,” said Malik, having another sip of his champagne. “Think we should give our pet a test to see how powerful she is, darling?”

    “I don’t see why we shouldn’t,” Lucretia answered, grinning along with her husband, who then gave his pet her next order.

    “Sick’em, Black Moth.”

    Black Moth roared again when she charged, running on all fours, then lashed out with her talons. Daigoro shrieked when he felt the sharp talons raking across his soft hide as he backed away. Kroiga snarled when she slashed again, but the hippopotamus-like beast struck back by punching her nostrils, having her back away. Daigoro growled as he began pummeling the lion with his fists, striking her as hard as he could. This only annoyed Black Moth as she quickly snapped at the adolescent’s right wrist. Daigoro squealed when he tried to unhinge the jaws with his other hand, but this made the chimera shake her head to tear the arm like a rabid dog. Daigoro’s remaining hand scooped up a pile of snow, grunting when he slammed it on the griffon’s eye, which did the trick as she released his wrist.

    Black Moth shook her head as she howled loudly, rubbing the snow off her eye. Daigoro’s bitten wrist bled out a little as he felt it numb ever so slightly, but thankfully it was in good condition. Pounding on his bloated belly, Daigoro moved closer to grab Kroiga’s neck and tugged on her mane. The wings of man-made griffon flapped as she slashed the leg of Latitude Zero’s only hope. Daigoro cried out when he let go, backing away as he fell on the snow, rubbing the bloody cut on his thigh. Black Moth lunged in for the attack, toppling on the mammalian as she cut into his soft hide.

    Daigoro whimpered as he tried to defend himself, but the only thing he could protect was his own neck and face. He felt the lion viciously cutting his arms and belly, only to then grab Kroiga’s left forelimb. Malik’s pawn used her other claw to slash at the bipedal hippo, but Daigoro opened his maw and chomped down the moment it went straight for his jugular. Agonizing cries came out of the winged feline, even though her enemy had little to no experience in combat, the bite he gave was just as painful as hers. Daigoro managed to push his enemy off of him, standing up as he held onto his toothy grip. Black Moth struck him with the only thing that was free, her wing. Daigoro flinched from the gust he felt on his head, but he pushed the feline with his might, forcing Kroiga to strike him several times with her feathered forelimbs. Finally, after striking his head for the fourth time, she felt her frontal legs become free. Daigoro cried out as his head ached from the blows he took from the wings, and then felt a powerful swipe across his face when Black Moth made her next move.

    Daigoro cried out when he staggered back. Not wanting to feel chicken, Daigoro cut his cowardice and slammed his foot down as he cried out a valorous growl. Kroiga used her wings to fly, making a beeline toward her prey. Daigoro’s bravery reverted back to cowardice when he saw the lion’s frightening expression. He accidentally tripped and fell flat on his bum, and could only watch as Black Moth flew by, passing over as her talons failed to reach him.

    As Daigoro recovered, Black Moth circled him from a distance and waited for an opening to strike. The hippopotamus beast watched her movement carefully. This time, he would try not to let his fears best him. As he eyed on her, his nostrils flared. Kroiga made her move and flew directly at the young monster. Daigoro jumped high in the air, prepared to body slam against the flying lion. Instead, he missed and crashed against a tall building that toppled on him.

    McKenzie, Tashiro, and Jules watched as the hungry kaiju cried out, pelted by falling debris that buried most of him. Only his head and limbs stuck out of the rubble.

    “Damnit, I knew this wouldn’t turn out well!” Jules shouted as he saw Daigoro weakly pull himself to his feet.

    “The poor thing has no experience in fighting…” Tashiro pitied, imagining how painful it was for the young kaiju.

    Daigoro patted and shook the snow and dirt off of his body. He looked around and noticed the Black Shark to his right, situated at a spot where he was closer to the sea. Suddenly, Kroiga flew in from behind and slammed her frontal claws on the child from the left. Daigoro fell on the snow-covered ground again, pinned by the winged feline.

    Malik and Lucretia watched the screen as Black Moth savagely slammed her frontal limbs on the pinned Daigoro. Neither of them felt any regret watching the child’s suffering, treating it as mere entertainment. With every successive strike, the infant’s thrashing slowed. Jules, watching from afar, covered his eyes; he couldn’t watch this sadistic violence any longer.

    Black Moth growled as she stared at the battered Daigoro, who whimpered painfully as he tried to get up. But his muscles ached from the pain, his blood painted the snow from beneath. Deciding that enough was enough, Black Moth readied her claws, to slit her prey’s throat.

    But she came to a halt when the freezing sea suddenly erupted. A silhouette burst out of it within seconds and flew in, catching Black Moth off guard. The figure collided with the beast, Black Moth barely getting the chance to get glimpse on whoever grabbed her. The two rolled across the pavement before they released her. The stranger was the first to recover on their feet in an instant. Kroiga shook her head as she slowly got up, growling at whoever her attacker was.

    McKenzie, Tashiro, and Jules were able to glimpse at Daigoro’s savior amidst their conflict with the bat people and the giant rats; they appeared as a humanoid giant with red and silver streaks uniform to their body.

    “Could it be…?” Jules uttered in disbelief. “That’s Ultraman!”

    “You mean… one of the heroes that saved humanity from above?” McKenzie asked. Jules nodded to him in response.

    “There’s something off about him. His head looks completely different, and I don’t remember those shoulder pads,” remarked Tashiro.

    “But the question is, how did he discover the entry way to this place?” McKenzie wondered.

    “That, I dunno how to answer. But what I do hope is that he’s here to save us all from Malik’s swarm,” Tashiro answered.

    “But still, what about Daigoro?!” Jules questioned, still worried about the young hapless monster, lying in the snow covering his wounds.

    “Unless this weather clears, he might freeze…” McKenzie replied.

    “Ultraseven…” Malik growled. The smug face that he held began to deteriorate into a frown. He had heard the stories from above that the humans had been saved by two giants that they called Ultraman and Ultraseven. “Why is he here? To foil my chance to accomplish my goal?!”

    “Take it easy there darling!” Lucretia worried. “Think about your blood pressure.”

    “You’re right, I shouldn’t go on an outburst in front of you,” Malik sighed, finishing his drink to ease the frustration.

    “And besides, is it me? Or does Ultraseven look like he’s hurt?” Lucretia asked as her husband took a further look on the monitor that viewed the drenched Ultraseven facing Black Moth. The tall alien shivered. It was a minute detail that only those with keen eyes could pick up on. Ultraseven promptly struck a pose, ready to fight.

    “He could be weakened from the cold. If that’s the case, then I still have a chance to beat him,” Malik smiled, reaching for his device to give his towering creation his next command. “Black Moth, kill Ultraseven!”

    The griffon took flight, crying out as she readied her sharp talons that were quenched in blood. Ultraseven acted quickly when his hands caught the winged chimera’s palms. The strength of Black Moth was enough to push the red and silver giant backward as his soles raked through the concrete surface, but he held his footing and pressed against Kroiga’s forelimbs. Ultraseven yanked the winged feline downward, the lion cried out when her underside slammed against the cold snow. Ultraseven proceeded to hop on Black Moth’s back as he karate chopped the fur-covered neck. The engineered animal howled loudly, shaking wildly to get the alien hero off of her. Ultraseven’s left hand clenched on the mane as his other hand kept striking at the head. The griffon forced herself to her feet, pushing the humanoid giant off her as he landed on his back.

    Ultraseven shuddered as he quickly pulled himself up. Before Black Moth had a chance to turn around, he grabbed and tugged on the lion’s tail. Kroiga felt the irritation run up her body, so she twisted around to swipe her claws at the red giant. Ultraseven yelled when he felt the talons of the lion rake his hide. Although no blood was drawn, he was not immune to the pain it delivered.

    He released and jumped back when Kroiga tried to grab him. The lion growled, but immediately stepped back in shock when the ground in front of her was erupted by the Shakehand Ray that Ultraseven threw. The warrior from the Land of Light repeatedly threw five more energy shots like a ninja throwing his shurikens, creating miniature explosions around Malik’s pet. Black Moth roared in a panic and began hastily taking flight. But one of the small bullets detonated her right wing, with a terrified yelp to accompany her as she landed on her avian feet.

    Black Moth screamed a frustrated roar as she dashed in on all fours, ignoring the energy bullets that pelted her. She slammed into Ultraseven, the hero staggered back for a moment before he countered by shoving Kroiga on her back. He then pinned the beast and continuously beat her head with his fists and karate chops, refusing to stop even if his muscles felt like they were stiffening from the harsh cold atmosphere. Malik kept telling his creation to fight back, even going as far as to activate the device’s tasers to enrage and urge her to fight. Black Moth cried out in agony as she lost her human side. Her uncontrollable rage had bested her, solely depending on her malicious instincts. She violently clawed the pavement and flapped her wings, but Ultraseven kept her down so that she wouldn’t have a chance.

    Malik, who would rather play dirty against those who oppose him, gave his orders to his other spawns to ceasefire and assist Black Moth. The remaining bat people stopped attacking McKenzie and his men as they flew off to swarm Ultraseven, with the infested giant rats following behind. The winged humanoid freaks latched onto and slashed Ultraseven’s silver head, while the oversized rodents crawled onto his legs and gnawed on the hero’s crimson spandex. Although neither could tear his hide, they had at least managed to get the giant off of Black Moth. Ultraseven swung his arm to swat the bat men while he slammed his hand to crush the giant rats that were latched onto him.

    With Ultraseven preoccupied with the hordes, the Black Shark took aim and fired its laser cannon at the crimson warrior’s back. Ultraseven yelled as the ray detonated against his spine, falling onto his knee as dozens of charred rats were blown away. He was struck again by another laser beam from Malik’s submarine, forcing him on his chest. Ultraseven groaned in pain when he moved his body to get back up. Black Moth’s snarl turned into another terrifying roar of a lion when she rose up to sprang forth, pouncing on Ultraseven to pin him on the cold ground.

    The rats that managed to survive quickly scampered off of the laying hero, while the remaining bat people watched from afar. Black Moth opened her jaws and let loose another roar as she brought it down to chomp Ultraseven’s throat. The warrior caught Black Moth’s jaws, desperately pressing her head away to keep her teeth from ripping into his jugular. Kroiga bellowed when she tried to make her resisting target let go by scratching his face with her claws. Ultraseven held on as long as he could, but this struggle was starting to wear on him. The combination of the freezing atmosphere and the sharp talons that raked his head and arms were only accelerating it, indicated as his Beam Lamp started to flash.

    “No! He’s losing!” Tashiro shouted as he was about to dash in to try and help Ultraseven. He was stopped dead in his tracks by McKenzie when he noticed the Black Shark’s cannon taking aim at the giant’s head.

    “Don’t! You’ll get—” McKenzie shouted at him. Suddenly, a flash of light caught his attention as he looked back at the stationary submarine. It was swaying back and forth while a jet of water shot out of the sea.

    The cannon fired, only to miss Ultraseven’s head when the meteorite, the one that destroyed the barrier, surfaced. The Black Shark was pushed aside when the space rock raked against its metallic hull. The meteor crumbled away, followed by a bellowing cry. A cold-looking monster emerged out of the tomb, resembling that of a blue lizard with a face akin to a rhinoceros with a unicorn spear and rows of teeth. It cried out again when he raised his gangly yet muscular arms as he reached out for the Black Shark. The crew tried to have its cannon aimed at the new monster, but the beast’s huge palms grabbed the vessel and hoisted it out of the ocean’s surface. Malik and Lucretia watched in disbelief as their beloved submarine was thrown from afar, where it made an explosive landing onto the snowy land, cutting off the video feed on the screen.

    The monster grunted in satisfaction by the Black Shark’s destruction. He trudged his way through the bone-chilling ocean to reach dry land. He looked up, the horn on his head lit up a brief flash of light with volts crackling. Although no energy was unleashed, the snowy clouds that darkened Latitude Zero swiftly cleared up. The light of the artificial sun shined on the damaged city as everyone felt the warmth on their skins. The changing weather helped Ultraseven recover from a freezing demise, with his shoulder protectors already absorbing the sunlight, giving him the strength that he needed to shove Black Moth off of him. Daigoro’s nostrils snorted. He looked up and saw Kroiga recovering. He screamed in surprise when he saw the new and intimidating monster.

    “Oh thank goodness, he’s still alive…” Jules sighed in relief.

    “I guess we could thank the blue monster for changing the weather for us,” said Tashiro. “Thinking of calling it Goliath.”

    “Impossible… everything was going according to my plan…” Malik growled, his mood turning from gleeful to frustration due to the loss of the Black Shark. He picked up the device. “Black Moth! Kill everything you see!”

    Kroiga roared when she rushed toward Daigoro. The hippo-like beast covered his eyes, but Ultraseven intervened by grabbing the chimera’s tail. The crimson hero tugged as he spun around, eventually releasing the tail as he flung Black Moth. The griffon extended her wings to glide, but she noticed that she was heading directly toward the behemoth, who delivered a powerful smack to the face. Kroiga landed on her underbelly, shrieking painfully as Goliath kicked her face. The mammalian hybrid growled when she immediately stood up on her hind legs and latched onto the space monster with her frontal talons. Goliath pulled Black Moth away effortlessly, groaning in annoyance when he hurled the giant cat to the side.

    With Goliath focusing his assaults on Kroiga, Ultraseven moved closer and offered Daigoro a hand. He wasn’t one to assist monsters on the spot, but much like his brothers, if he saw good intentions within a monster or an alien, he would gladly help or protect them. He saw that this bipedal hippopotamus was still a baby and hadn’t done anything wrong, so there was no questioning that he was completely innocent. Daigoro took Ultraseven’s hand and was pulled up. Being helped out twice by this red giant gave the young monster courage. Daigoro felt he could beat the invaders, since he and Ultraseven both have one goal in common: save Latitude Zero.

    Ultraseven took his stance; Daigoro slammed his foot and growled. Together, they both charged into fight, with Ultraseven leaping high up to perform a jump kick against Goliath while Daigoro slammed his belly against Black Moth.

    Goliath tumbled down on the melting snow, bellowing lowly as he tried to get up. Ultraseven grabbed him by the horn, which made the reptile shriek as electricity crackled out of the hardened outgrowth, forcing the warrior release it. Goliath clenched his large hands when he got up and swung one of them at Ultraseven, knocking him to the side. Ultraseven grunted as he shook his head. He turned and immediately ducked when the space demon tried to land another punch. In an instant, the Ultra Warrior struck back by turning around to kick Goliath’s chest. The muscled reptile shrieked when he staggered back, but cried out when voltages discharged from the curved horn, releasing a powerful lightning bolt. The crimson hero cried out when he was struck in the chest, blasted backward and landing on a building that became flattened debris. Goliath moved closer as he grabbed a hold of Seven and followed up by tossing him afar.

    As McKenzie, Tashiro, and Jules finished off the last row of mutant bats and rats, they all witnessed Ultraseven soaring over them and yelled as he crashed into the hard pavement. The warrior from the Land of Light shakily stood up, still holding the will to fight back. The behemoth marched ever closer as Seven’s rectangular eyes noticed McKenzie and company were close by. Goliath’s horn began to amplify, readying another bolt of lightning. But before he could fire it, Ultraseven crossed his fingers over the Beam Lamp and discharged an Emerium Ray. The laser and the volt collided to one another, setting off a powerful explosion. Thankfully, McKenzie and his men were unharmed, though their bones rattled in the wake of the explosion.

    Goliath cried out when he leapt forth, soaring through the air as if he was gliding. Ultraseven rolled over, just in time and barely avoiding being crushed by the reptile. This was his chance. Ultraseven quickly crossed his arm from his chest and fired the Emerium Ray again, going for Goliath’s horn. The behemoth raised his long arm to block the beam, shielding his horn as he shrieked from the blast that sparked off his arm. Ultraseven charged in and tackled the recovering Goliath, wrestling with him as the beast threw him aside, landing near the observing humans. He looked at the three and ushered them to get out of this battle zone. Seven returned to his feet and continued his battle with Goliath.

    “We better get out of here, he’ll take over this battle from here,” McKenzie issued. Tashiro and Jules nodded. They activated their jetpacks and flew away from the ensuing battle.

    Flapping her feathered appendages, Black Moth wailed on Daigoro with her wings and forearms. The chubby monster couldn’t get back up, but he was determined to fight back, punching the lion’s face repeatedly. Next, Daigoro’s right arm wrapped around Kroiga’s neck and held her tight, mustering the strength to flip the tables and pin her to the wet ground. Malik’s griffon cried out as she struggled as her clawed feet scraped the pavement. But it was impossible to do so when her prey sat on top of her. Daigoro kept wailing on Black Moth’s head with his fists, beating her as hard as he possibly could.

    But what caught Daigoro’s ears alerted him of the few bat people that survived. They swarmed the young monster and clung onto his head, sinking their teeth and claws into his tough hide. Daigoro cried out, swatting the fiendish humanoids off him, incidentally rolling off of Black Moth in the process.

    McKenzie, Tashiro, and Jules looped around as they saw Daigoro’s struggle came to his aid. They carefully fired lasers from their suit’s fingertips, shooting down the bat people by the dozen. The others, clearly startled by this, detached and flew off the giant mammal.

    Daigoro wouldn’t let them get away. He turned and faced them and what happened next was rather extraordinary. His nostrils flare as he felt burning heat build up from within, one he felt the urge to release. A huge stream of scorching fire burst out of the hippo’s wide maw as he let out an enraged scream. The bat people were engulfed in the flames, their scorched remains dropped down from the sky like flies.

    “Woah! Didn’t expect him to suddenly breathe fire like a dragon!” Tashiro shouted, shocked by this sudden occurrence.

    “Daigoro is something that I can call extraordinary, for I made the wisest choice of raising him,” McKenzie stated.

    The flames ceased as he scratched in confusion, unaware of his newfound power. Perhaps this would be the key to defeating Black Moth? Daigoro turned to face the rising chimera, narrowing his eyes as the opposing feline roared with aggression. The hippopotamus slammed his fists on his belly, inhaling the air as he ready his flame breath again…

    There was only a small poof of fire when he exhaled. He was even more confused as to why the flames didn’t come out this time. Black Moth leapt on him, ruthlessly slashing him with her claws.

    “Why didn’t he spew fire like last time?!” exclaimed Jules in confusion.

    “Maybe it takes too much energy to use it?” Tashiro pondered.

    Ultraseven detached his Eye Slugger, but Goliath twirled and whipped the warrior’s wrist with his tail, knocking the blade out of his grasp. Ultraseven tried to reach for his throwing blade, but Goliath rushed in to tackle him. The Ultra Warrior staggered to the side, maintaining his balance. Just as he was ready to cross his arms to use the Wide Shot, he heard Daigoro’s cry for help. The young monster was struggling to push Black Moth away. Ultraseven looked at Kroiga for a moment before looking back at the approaching Goliath. The crimson hero gestured a taunt to the behemoth, trying to get him to attack by either lunging or firing his lightning bolt attack. Snarling in frustration, the bulky reptile let out a shriek when he sprang forth to ram into Ultraseven. The blue behemoth was surprised when the giant disappeared all the sudden. Goliath crashed into Black Moth as she shrieked when she was knocked off of Daigoro. The young infant managed to stand up, noticing Ultraseven reappearing next to his Eye Slugger. The red and silver warrior picked up his weapon and attached it back to his head.

    Goliath groaned in exhaustion when he tried to get up, whereas Kroiga recovered and pounced on him, sinking her nails and teeth onto the reptile’s blue skin. Goliath reacted to the chimera’s assault by immediately discharging electric currents throughout his body. This gave Black Moth the worst shock treatment she had ever experienced.

    A cry of agony came out of Kroiga as she felt her body frying from the currents. The voltages that coursed through her overheated and fried the command device. She shivered from the sizzling smoke on her fur, but now she was free from her strings. She could now have a chance to kill the mad doctor for what he did to her. Black Moth crawled and tried to use her wings to make a clean get away, but the electrocution had charred her feathers, unable to get them to flap.

    Ultraseven shot off three Shakehand Rays that exploded in front of Kroiga, preventing her from getting away. The giant winged cat suddenly yowled when she felt a squeezing grip on her tail. Goliath raised her into the air, then violently slammed her down on the ground, churning dust and pavement. Black Moth cried in sheer agony as her back snapped under the immense pressure. Malik watched in disbelief as his creation became paralyzed, showing no signs of movement.

    Goliath felt a little drained after expending his energy, with drowsiness settling in. But there was still business to take care of first.

    Ultraseven nodded to Daigoro that it was about time that they finish this fight. Daigoro flailed his arms and dashed in, headbutting Goliath’s bumpy chest. The horned lizard clobbered the young hippo with his fists, but Daigoro didn’t back away as he shoved Goliath back. Ultraseven jumped and landed next to Goliath. He turned to deliver a roundhouse kick to the blue creature’s side, forcing him stumble uncontrollably as he collapsed onto his knee. Daigoro punched Goliath’s face several times until the behemoth retaliated with a sluggish punch on the bipedal mammal’s belly. The young monster yipped and backpedaled from the giant, trying to keep balance. Goliath’s horn released a ray of high voltage currents, aimed directly at Daigoro. But then, Ultraseven hastily stood in its path and swiftly activated his shield barrier, blocking the attack.

    Concentrating his aim, Daigoro hopped high into the air and passed over Ultraseven. Daigoro’s soles smashed on Goliath’s swishing tail, eliciting a shriek from the space titan. The young kaiju grabbed the squirming tail, proceeding to bite down on it. Goliath tried to reach for the child, but Seven swooped in and landed a powerful blow with his fist, striking the nasal horn. While it didn’t snap off, the reptile screamed from the sensitivity of his horn. Having had enough of this, Goliath’s large hands reached out to grab Seven. The Ultra Warrior performed several backflips to get away from him as Goliath tried to go after him. Daigoro bit and tugged harder, ensuring that he wouldn’t be going anywhere. The horned giant turned to face the hippo again as he clasped his shoulders.

    Realizing what would possible entail, Ultraseven crossed his arms in an L-style position and fired his Wide Shot. Goliath didn’t even have a chance to look behind as he felt the ray struck his brown, craggy back. A huge blast erupted; a painful shriek bellowed from the horned reptile as he released Daigoro. The blue behemoth toppled to the ground.

    Goliath tried to push himself up, but his injuries were too great for him to move. He slumped onto his chest where eventually he slipped into unconsciousness.

    “They did it…” McKenzie smiled. “Latitude Zero has been saved.”

    Ultraseven walked over to Daigoro, reaching out to shake the youngster’s hand. He was appreciative for his help in the battle. Daigoro thanked him back by accepting the handshake. As they finished, Ultraseven gave a shout and took flight, diving into the ocean from where he came. He would return to the surface world, take flight into the void of space, and head back to Nebula M78.

    “He must be heading back to his home, where I assume where other Ultramen live at,” Tashiro pointed out.

    “He saved us. Even though our paradise has taken some serious damage and Malik is still out there, Latitude Zero is safe for now,” said McKenzie.

    “And what about the two monsters that attacked us?” Jules questioned.

    “Will probably build new enclosure containments like Daigoro’s, just to give them a place they can call home.” McKenzie replied, as he looked up to see Daigoro closing in, whimpering in curiosity. “And for you my friend, there’s a large meal waiting for you if you keep an eye on those two.”

    Daigoro squealed in excitement and promptly did as McKenzie asked of him to do. Although he was injured, his wounds would heal in time. And it was thanks to him and Ultraseven that Latitude Zero would live to see another day. It would be rebuilt back to the paradise that held the technology and wealth that had been kept a secret from the world above.

    Malik sat on his lofty chair, his eyes glued to the floor in disappointment. His wife offered wine to life his spirits, to little avail. He was still depressed from the major losses and casualties from the invasion. Not only that, he worried about how he will deal with not just McKenzie, but Black Moth as well. The beast was no longer a puppet of his, and she would most certainly not rest until the day she killed him and Lucretia.

    “Don’t worry Malik, I know that you will come up with a new plan to exact revenge on McKenzie and those who foiled your plans,” said Lucretia, wanting to see her husband’s smile once more.

    “Lucretia, you always try to find a way to lift my mood,” Malik responded, feeling a little better after hearing her words. “But as for now, we’ll have to stand down and build a new Black Shark.”

    “And what about Kroiga and that hippo?” Lucretia questioned.

    “Hmm… There is one way to turn the tables,” Malik answered as he got up. “Follow me.”

    The mad doctor hasted to another facility that he kept highly secured, entering a complicated password on a keypad. Lucretia knew what he was thinking of the moment that he approached to the security door.

    Malik moved closer to a containment tube that held an enigmatic entity, one that gave off a ghostly blue glow. Much like Ultraseven, the lifeform was found roaming in the hideout, appearing from nowhere. It was easily contained when high pitch screeches from Malik’s bat-humanoid creations and it had been kept securely for further study. Malik was aware that this entity could do many things, but was unsure of the entity’s full capabilities. With the stakes placed against him, he was willing to take the risk. He faced to his left, where he grinned at several enclosures that kept two of several species of animals that his henchmen abducted.

    It would take a month or more to build a second Black Shark and create more horrific creations. This long wait could be made up since the mad doctor planned to study this entity when he wasn’t busy. It was best to see what this foreign creature was capable of.

    Winner: Ultraseven, Daigoro


    K.W.C. // December 21, 2019
  • Author: Thomas Eckert | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski

    The island of Okinawa was shaken by the intrusion of several giant crystals protruding from the soil. None of the island’s inhabitants knew where these massive crystals came from. All they did know was they had spawned a terrible monster. The crystalline terror known as Krystalak transformed this island into his new domain and the perfect breeding ground for the crystals that brought him to life. Since his creation, Krystalak rampaged across Okinawa like a disease, demolishing temples and slaying the locals. Unknown to Krystalak, there was another giant living on the island and it was about to break out of its slumber.

    Krystalak snarled while doing a survey of his new home. New batches of crystals were forming. No intruders were in sight. The power-hungry mutant gritted his teeth in satisfaction. His new territory was shaping up rather nicely. But for Krystalak, enough was never enough. He needed to expand his domain to the farthest reaches of this world. He would not rest until the entire Earth was littered with enough crystals to sustain his all-powerful status.

    Suddenly, he heard a sound. It sounded like singing and it came from the beach. Krystalak snarled in curiosity and went to investigate. On the beach sat a young maiden in a kimono singing toward a mountain range. She sang loudly to the guardian of her island home. When she finished her song, she waited for the beast to awaken from its sleep. She never took her eyes off the mountains. She didn’t even notice the giant, monstrous silhouette that loomed over her.

    She then gasped in agony as a giant purple claw impaled her in the chest. She coughed up blood which spilt onto her dress. Before she knew it, she was being lifted into the air. Despite this, she still continued looking at the mountains until the finger that stabbed into her turned her around. She stared silently as she was looking directly into the eyes of Krystalak, who brought her closer to his countenance. The mutant growled in irritation at the noise she was making.

    “K-King Caesar shall avenge my home and everyone you killed, including me,” she coughed and stammered to the monster before spitting blood into Krystalak’s face.

    Enraged by this action, Krystalak bellowed furiously. He closed his fist tightly. The maiden continued coughing up blood, much to Krystalak’s pleasure. Finally, she exploded from the crushing pressure. Having gotten his revenge on the maiden, Krystalak opened his hand and started licking it clean. The sound of boulders splashing into the bay caught the mutant’s attention. Krystalak turned his head to his left and saw one of the nearby mountains splitting open.

    The beast’s eyes widened in surprise as a pair of hands ripped out of the mountainside like paper. A thunderous roar erupted from the opening, revealing another kaiju. King Caesar sensed his homeland being attacked, but couldn’t be released until the young maiden finished her song. His eyes locked onto Krystalak’s own. With a mighty bellow, King Caesar leaped into the sea. Krystalak extended his claws out in defense. He waited for his foe to meet him on the island. King Caesar’s feet touched the beach of Okinawa; his ears extending backward as he roared toward Krystalak in rage.

    With a vicious bark, Krystalak charged toward his challenger on all fours. King Caesar charged forward with his claws facing forward. The two mineral-based beasts lashed out with their claws, striking each other in the sides. King Caesar landed gracefully while Krystalak stumbled into the sea. Krystalak spat out seawater before getting up. King Caesar looked at his foe curiously. The feline beast could attack his foe at this very moment. But a quick look at Krystalak’s body made him think before attacking. His opponent’s back was littered with dozens of crystals. Any attack to that region would be dangerous. King Caesar didn’t have long to form a strategy.

    Krystalak was back on his hind legs and bared his fearsome teeth at his enemy. King Caesar raised his arms before he took a step, unfazed by Krystalak’s expression. Krystalak crept toward his right, circling around King Caesar like a panther. King Caesar repeated the same action. Both monsters circled around each other; never moving their glaring eyes. When King Caesar made one step, Krystalak lunged forward. His claws carved into King Caesar’s chest, knocking the shrieking golem onto his back. Krystalak snarled before taking a leap, hoping to tear his foe apart with his claws. King Caesar’s eyes opened to catch his opponent jumping toward him with a ferocious snarl. Thinking quickly, King Caesar raised his legs up. Both limbs caught Krystalak in his chest and sent the monster sailing over King Caesar’s head. King Caesar rose in time to watch Krystalak smash into an already demolished temple.

    Krystalak brushed the debris off his body. When his head was clear, the first thing he saw was King Caesar’s foot striking him in his right cheek. Krystalak rolled over from the attack, crashing onto his chest. When he turned around, he noticed King Caesar charging toward him. Before King Caesar could land another hit, Krystalak swung his tail out. King Caesar shrieked in pain when the spiky tip of Krystalak’s tail smashed into his leg. The golem crashed onto his side and tried to recover, only to have Krystalak swipe his claws into his chin. The Okinawa guardian bellowed painfully with small pieces of rock cracking off his face. King Caesar fell onto his back while Krystalak stood back; wagging his tail in delight. King Caesar did his best to stand. He barked angrily from the cheap shot. Krystalak snorted in contempt. The two beasts snarled at each other for a moment. They were ready to attack when they heard something rising from the sea.

    Both combatants turned to notice a block of ice ascending from the deep. King Caesar and Krystalak titled their heads in puzzlement at the unusual object. When a bright light shined from inside it, two giant fists broke from inside the ice. A giant, orange horn emerged. Both monsters snarled as a giant, blue head rose to let loose a roar. Goliath punched his way free from his prison. He soon spotted Krystalak and King Caesar glaring at him. He waded through the water; smashing his fists against each other. King Caesar bellowed toward Goliath to stay away from his island. A warning Goliath chose to ignore. The moment Goliath’s feet touched the island sand, he cracked his knuckles. He couldn’t decide which one to attack first.

    Krystalak made the decision for him. The crystal-spawned monster leaped through the air and smashed his feet into Goliath’s chest. The space behemoth had no time to respond before crashing into the water. Krystalak snarled, daring his foe to attack him. Launching out of the water, Goliath slammed both fists into Krystalak’s face. The mutant stumbled back, surprised by his new enemy’s strength. Goliath then delivered another punch to Krystalak’s chest, knocking him onto his back. Krystalak snarled in annoyance as the shards on his back stabbed into the island soil, pinning him down. Goliath hammered his fists into Krystalak’s underbelly, each blow causing the beast to groan in pain while making his crystals sink deeper into the soil. Goliath brought his fists up to slam them down again. He yelped in surprise when Krystalak caught his fists with his own hands. Krystalak lifted his arms into the air and in one toss, sent Goliath crashing to the dirt. Goliath squealed while on his back, trying to right himself. Krystalak barked a vicious chuckle. After ripping himself free from the ground with all of his strength, he crept slowly toward his downed victim.

    King Caesar leapt onto Krystalak’s back path and planted his foot into his cheek. The blow struck Krystalak hard enough to send him toppling down onto the ground. Krystalak stood up; a few crystals on his chin were broken off from the attack. King Caesar landed near Krystalak’s side. The golem let loose an ear-splitting roar before bashing his fists onto his opponent. Krystalak tried to stand, but another sharp kick to his side sent him crashing backward. King Caesar roared at his rolling foe before moving closer. Suddenly, he shrieked painfully when a lightning bolt struck him in the back. Small patches of his fur were burnt to a crisp. He turned around to see what attacked him; only to receive another lightning bolt to his chest. The golem stumbled backward before taking a second look.

    Goliath laughed out loud from his foe’s agony. He took one more step before unleashing another lightning bolt. This time, the bolt was pointed toward King Caesar’s face. The blue-colored alien was in luck. His foe didn’t budge when his attack struck him in one of his eyes. But before Goliath could realize his mistake, his lightning bolt exited out King Caesar’s other eye and struck its owner directly in his chest. Goliath cried out loud before his own attack created an explosion of sparks strong enough to knock him on his hindquarters. Before he could stand, King Caesar took a giant leap and collided onto the fallen alien. King Caesar unleashed a blood-curling holler before hammering his fists onto Goliath. The space beast shrieked from the blows. One shot after another bruised his skin.

    King Caesar threw his fists down, but this time, Goliath caught them. A wicked smile appeared on the alien’s face as bolts of electricity traveled from Goliath’s body and into King Caesar’s. The golem’s ears extended backward as he shrieked in pain. The intense voltage burned small portions of his fur. A swift kick from King Caesar’s foot to Goliath’s chin stunned the electric-powered beast. Goliath surrendered his grip on King Caesar, allowing the feline-styled monster to stand back. King Caesar stood for a moment. His body still rattled by the electric shocks.

    Goliath started coming to. He stood up to glare at King Caesar. The two creatures glared at each other, daring one to attack again. Suddenly, a purple beam smashed into King Caesar’s back. The golem shrieked as the attack pushed him directly into Goliath. The two beasts smashed into one another before dropping to the ground. Both of them turned to see Krystalak was back. The bleach-skinned creature snarled before firing another blast at his two enemies. The ground exploded from the attack. Goliath and King Caesar cried out after being hit by the attack. King Caesar recovered and charged toward Krystalak. The mutated villain simply fired his Prism beam again. The blast hit King Caesar in his eyes. Instead of harming the golem, it simply redirected the Prism beam back at Krystalak. Krystalak snarled in agony and fury when his own method struck him in his chest and face. King Caesar stood by to watch Krystalak fall.

    Krystalak noticed King Caesar heading toward him. King Caesar never took his eyes off of Krystalak. After the horrific destruction this foul-natured beast caused to his homeland, King Caesar would not stop until the island became Krystalak’s graveyard. Goliath stood up to see King Caesar jump up and kick Krystalak down. Krystalak was still under the minor shock from having his own attack redirected at him, so he wasn’t as quick as before. King Caesar wasn’t planning on waiting for Krystalak to recover. Another kick to his cheek and Krystalak soared across the horizon. The crystal-coated beast snarled after landing with a booming thud. Krystalak slowly stood back up. King Caesar’s ferocious bark caught him off-guard. In one swipe, Okinawa’s protector carved into the crystalline’s neck with his claws. An eruption of purple blood sprayed onto King Caesar’s body from the wound. Krystalak lashed out with his claws, keeping his attacker away. The mighty shisa dodged one swipe and seized Krystalak’s throat with his hands. Krystalak kicked and squirmed while in his enemy’s clutches. King Caesar tightened his grip, making Krystalak gasp for breath. Krystalak grabbed hold of King Caesar’s arms, trying to break free from the embrace. King Caesar groaned from Krystalak’s claws digging into his arms. Nevertheless, he used that pain to further strengthen his grip. King Caesar held Krystalak’s face close to his own. He expected to see a look of agony. What he got was a sinister smile.

    King Caesar snorted. Why would his foe be smiling? King Caesar’s eyes widened in shock at what occurred next. A powerful shockwave erupted from Krystalak’s body, forcing King Caesar to open his hands. The freed Krystalak landed in time to watch King Caesar soar through the air from the blast. The screaming statue’s crash sounded like thunder. King Caesar groaned from the immense pain. His fur had been burned off. His body was shaken from the shockwave. Krystalak let loose another Prism beam. King Caesar cried out painfully as his chest and legs were struck by the blast. With a hurtful groan, King Caesar fell backward. He wasn’t dead, but was badly injured.

    Krystalak let loose a vicious roar at the downed King Caesar, signaling his end was near. Goliath stood by; his presence unknown to the other monsters for the moment. Just then, a large mass rammed into the blue behemoth from behind. Goliath screamed before landing onto his face. Krystalak looked up in response to the noise, only to see the sky after the same object smashed into his face and bashed him down. All three monsters looked up at what entered the fray. It was a massive flying saucer. The inanimate object circled around the three grounded behemoths before turning around.

    A mighty roar trembled across the battlefield. Goliath, King Caesar and Krystalak looked toward the beach. Their eyes widened at what was coming. A gray-colored behemoth marched its way from the sea. King Caesar couldn’t help, but felt disgusted by this new monster’s appearance. Its huge back and short legs made it slow and cumbersome. Its hands had three fingers like King Caesar, only much longer with sharper claws. Its head looked like a lizard’s with a stocky neck attached to its body.

    Orga waded onto the shore with his eyes scanning the island. Like Krystalak, the creature had an insatiable appetite for power and adding the crystals’ energy to his own was on his mind. Krystalak glared at Orga. He could tell the massive brute was here for his crystals by the look on Orga’s face. Something the spawn of the minerals would not tolerate. King Caesar slowly rose up. Despite the injuries he received from Krystalak, the mighty statue’s determination in protecting his island kept him going. Goliath watched as Krystalak and King Caesar were preparing to fight Orga. He still had plenty of power to keep him going. Perhaps his foes will destroy themselves and he’ll have the island to himself.

    Orga smashed his fists onto the ground, creating a minor earthquake. His strength rattled King Caesar and Goliath. It only enraged Krystalak more so. With a quick snarl, Krystalak performed a perfect backflip and flung his tail out in front. Orga’s brutish intelligence made the beast only stare curiously at his foe’s action. Curiosity soon turned into agony when a large chunk of crystal was fired out from Krystalak’s tail tip. The chunk struck the tremendous alien in his face, causing him to step backward with a painful scream. Krystalak seized the chance and dashed toward Orga. The alien shook his head. The first thing he saw was Krystalak’s clawed feet slashing into his face and neck. Krystalak then lashed out with an uppercut. Orga collapsed onto the ground from the attack. Krystalak watched over Orga with a growl. To his horror, the wounds that his claws gave his enemy were healing. Orga rose with a sharp bellow. Before Krystalak could move, Orga’s massive fist bashed into his side and sent him crashing back. Krystalak recovered and with a furious snarl, lunged forward with his claws. Orga’s fist was badly scratched by the attack. After emitting a painful wail, Orga’s jaws pressed forward. Krystalak couldn’t pull his arm away in time. He then screamed painfully when Orga’s fangs clamped down onto his limb. Krystalak tried to pull his arm free, but Orga’s jaw strength was too strong.

    Orga snarled before biting down harder. Krystalak screamed louder from the bite. He opened his eyes to witness a horrifying sight. King Caesar and Goliath who watched the battle dropped their jaws at what was happening. Orga’s jaws extracted tiny samples of Krystalak’s DNA through the bite. Orga’s skin changed from gray to pristine white. His back from his neck to his tail sprouted tiny, crystal-like features. Krystalak, enraged by his foe’s morphing, channeled his energy into another shockwave. The attack proved successfully in removing his arm from Orga’s maw. The gargantuan freak wailed before crashing onto his back. The DNA he absorbed from Krystalak wasn’t enough, causing the features he gained from his host to fade away. He moved around, but Krystalak wasn’t through yet.

    Krystalak’s mouth opened, shooting forth a Prism beam. Orga’s stomach was hit; pieces of flesh were violently blown off his body. Krystalak moved forward. Before he could advance on Orga, a lightning struck him in the side. He turned around in time to see Goliath swing his tail into his face. Krystalak toppled backward while Goliath advanced. In one leap, Goliath bashed his entire body into Krystalak and sent both beasts plummeting into the floor. Goliath grabbed hold a few of Krystalak’s back crystals and conducted his electric power. Krystalak thrashed around; the electricity coursing into every part of his body. He opened his mouth and spat a Prism beam. Goliath’s chin was hit hard enough for him to fall back. King Caesar rushed into the fray; round kicking Krystalak back. He then grabbed hold of Goliath by his tail and tossed him into Krystalak, flooring them. He roared out loud, only to shriek after being hit in the back by Orga’s saucer and nailing him down.

    Orga got back up and charged into the fray. King Caesar rose onto his feet, but Orga pounded him with his fist. King Caesar rolled along the ground and recovered. A lightning bolt struck Orga in his right eye, destroying it. Goliath nailed King Caesar to the dirt with his tail before advancing onto Orga. The blinded brute squealed after an electric punch hit him in his chin. Goliath leaped up and tackled Orga, but the beast countered with a punch of his own. Goliath fell to the ground on his stomach. Orga lunged forward; his eye having regenerated. A swift kick from King Caesar forced Orga backward. King Caesar then leaped into the air and bashed his foot onto Orga’s head, flooring the cosmic menace down. Goliath returned to his feet and spotted Krystalak coming. He swung around and shot Goliath with another crystal chunk from his tail in the face. Krystalak then turned to see Orga’s ship coming back. He snarled as he had a plan.

    Goliath was dazed from the blow. Krystalak grabbed Goliath by his orange horn and chunked him at the spaceship. Goliath grabbed hold of the saucer. His weight was too much for the spacecraft to carry. The two crashed back to the earth. Goliath survived, but the spaceship was now in pieces.

    King Caesar punched the downed Orga numerous times until Orga’s eyes opened up. The Okinawa guardian shrieked when Orga leaped into the air. King Caesar fell onto his side from the blow. He tried to roll away, but Orga’s fist wrapped around his ankle. Orga swung his arm forward, sending King Caesar into the ground. A chunk of crystals crashed into Orga’s face. Krystalak then turned his attention to King Caesar. He raised his tail up like a scorpion. King Caesar dodged it just in time.

    Krystalak fired another shot. King Caesar leaped up and kicked back it toward Krystalak’s chest. Krystalak couldn’t move until it was too late. The mutant groaned from having his own crystals impale his chest. Krystalak grabbed hold and tried to remove them, but another charge from King Caesar worsened his problem. He rammed his crown directly into the crystals, driving them deeper into Krystalak’s chest. Krystalak opened fire with his Prism beam, hoping to drive his foe back. King Caesar redirected the beam with his eyes back toward the shard. The object exploded into pieces from the blast.

    When the dust cleared, Krystalak stumbled around in pain. The area where the shard had impaled him was now a giant hole that exposed his ribs and organs. Dozens of crystal fragments dug deep into his organs and skeleton, causing massive bleeding. Krystalak grabbed his bleeding chest; the pain was too intense for his growls to say it. King Caesar had no sympathy for the sinful mutant. He watched Krystalak bleed to death before falling in a pool of purple blood. He touched the beast in his cheek. He didn’t stir.

    King Caesar roared victoriously at killing the ravager of his island home. An even louder roar broke him out of his victory cry. King Caesar turned around and snarled. Then shrieked after a yellow beam collided into his chest, knocking him backward. King Caesar glared at Orga with his shoulder cannon glowing. King Caesar returned onto his feet and charged. Orga defended himself by covering his face. King Caesar tried scratching his foe, but Orga’s hide was too thick. Orga opened his hands and bit into King Caesar’s shoulder. The golem growled painfully as he tried scratching his enemy away. Orga tried his best to absorb anything from his victim, but it was for naught. Unlike Krystalak who was flesh and crystal, King Caesar was made entirely of stone which harbored no genetic material to extract. Orga simply released King Caesar and batted him aside.

    Orga then screamed in pain as electricity traveled through his body. Goliath had grabbed hold of his tail and was now conducting his electric power into Orga’s body. Orga circled around, trying to swat at Goliath. But Goliath was too quick. The electricity continued burning through Orga’s frame, frying pieces of flesh off. Goliath then used all of his strength and chunked Orga aside like a rag doll. Orga’s body sizzled from the bolts frying his body. His healing properties kicked in yet the pain persisted.
    Having removed Orga from the picture, Goliath then roared toward King Caesar. The mammalian biped roared in response. Both monsters charged into each other. Goliath swung his tail, but King Caesar dodged it with ease. He landed down, striking Goliath with his claws. Goliath turned his head down; then fired a lightning bolt from his horn. King Caesar shrieked when his shoulder was hit by the bolt. Goliath moved in with his fists. King Caesar grabbed hold of the blue reptile’s hands and tossed him down. Goliath rolled along the floor before firing another bolt. King Caesar allowed the bolt to enter his eye and shot it back. The bolt struck Goliath in his back, emitting a hurtful cry from the creature. King Caesar ran closer and delivered a kick to Goliath’s side, making him roll further along the landscape.

    Goliath lashed out with his tail, striking King Caesar in his knee. King Caesar bent over with a groan. Goliath then socked him in the chin with an electric fist. King Caesar crashed onto his back. Goliath leaped onto King Caesar and when he hit Caesar’s chest, the two grappled with each other. Both monsters rolled against the ground. King Caesar used his legs and tossed Goliath off of him. King Caesar stood upright while Goliath crashed onto the ground. With an enraged growl, King Caesar raced toward the downed Goliath. His fists pounded into the monster’s blue warty skin. Goliath rammed his head forward and forced Caesar backward. Another bolt to the chest knocked him back further. Goliath leaped into the air, but King Caesar caught him. With a grunt, Caesar threw Goliath away.

    King Caesar took a moment to remain still. His energy was running low. He wasn’t sure how much longer he can keep fighting. Goliath was growing tired of being treated by like a beanbag. He rose to his feet to meet King Caesar. Both monsters charged into each other. King Caesar used his legs to strike, but Goliath grabbed them with his fists. With both legs in his grasp, Goliath slammed King Caesar down onto the ground. King Caesar tried to stand up. But Goliath bashed his tail onto his chest, pinning him. A second hit prompted a painful cry from King Caesar. A third hit silenced him after hitting him in the head. Goliath raised his tail up as high as he could.

    Before he could attack, a Prism beam collided into his side. The space monster cried out before crashing down. Goliath and King Caesar looked to see what was responsible for the attack. Both creatures dropped their jaws. Orga was back and ready for action. To both of his enemies’ shock, the creature had devoured Krystalak’s carcass. His once grey body became yellow and purple. It also slimmed down, allowing him to move more graceful. His back from his neck to his tail was decorated in razor-sharp crystals. His massive fists and feet had purple sharper claws. The hybrid of two powerful kaiju bellowed to the earth. The island itself fell silent from the frightening roar.

    King Caesar knew the danger this beast was. He had to defeat this creature or die trying. King Caesar rushed in blindly, lashing out with his feet. Orga simply ignored the hits. Orga snarled at his old foe. With no DNA to provide him, he’ll have to settle with destroying him. Orga swiped with his new claws, slashing into King Caesar’s legs. They were sharp enough to carve scars into King Caesar’s stone-like exterior. King Caesar shrieked from the pain. He stumbled back while touching his legs. King Caesar leaped into the air to kick Orga in the chest. The alien grunted as he backpedaled. King Caesar tried repeating the same routine. But a Prism beam to his chest knocked him down. He managed to use his hands to break his fall by flipping backward. When he landed, he had the displeasure of Goliath grabbing him by the neck. The merciless alien zapped him with electricity, singeing his ears and fur in the process. King Caesar stepped on his foot, prompting a scream from Goliath. He then knocked Goliath away with a kick.

    Suddenly, a large crystal shard collided into his back. King Caesar screamed in agony as the chunk buried itself into his back. There was no way for him to dig it out. He turned around to have Orga press both hands around his head. The beast’s massive hands sent him flying into the air. King Caesar crashed into the ground, forming a giant crater where he lied in. He righted himself, catching Orga advancing onto Goliath. The crocodile-like monster fired another lightning into the hulking abomination’s face. Despite pieces of flesh dropping, Orga’s advancement didn’t cease. Goliath pounded his fists together before swiping his tail into Orga’s cheek; the mutated invader wailed painfully with his head reeling to the side. Goliath then pounced forward with his horn out in front. Orga’s chest was pierced by the object. Goliath tried his best to push his horn deeper into Orga’s body. The hybrid squealed before grabbing hold of Goliath by his sides. Goliath tried to stay in place, but was no match before Orga’s own physical strength. The beast roared furiously as he tore Goliath from his chest, spilling some blood along the way.

    Goliath used his electric touch, forcing Orga to release him. Once freed, Goliath rammed both fists into Orga’s face, each bursting with electric might. Orga backpedaled from the shots with a shriek. Goliath then fired another lightning bolt; succeeding in only infuriating Orga. Without warning, Orga’s jaws opened and unleashed a Prism beam. It washed over Goliath’s chest, causing sparks to fly from the shrieking beast’s body. Orga then crouched down and fired his shoulder cannon. Goliath squealed when it hit his chest, knocking flat on his back. Goliath weakly squirmed along the ground. Taking both blasts at once took their toll on his body. Orga wandered toward the writhing monster, curious to feast upon him and gain his powers. Goliath tried to rise, but a smack from Orga’s fist forced him down. Orga then snarled before taking a bite into his throat.

    Goliath screamed in agony from his enemy’s fangs penetrating his scales. Orga snarled as his foe’s blood touched his lips. Even sweeter was the precious genetic material that coursed into his body. Goliath’s skin color mixed with the yellow skin Orga acquired from Krystalak, turning it bright green. On top of his head was a large orange horn that grew within the crystals. Goliath conducted more electric power, zapping Orga’s mouth. Orga’s huge jaws widened to moan, allowing Goliath to escape. Orga’s green skin changed back into yellow while his orange horn disappeared. Goliath crawled away to safety. His neck was severely bleeding from the attack.

    When Orga reopened his eyes, he watched Goliath scurrying away. The chimera slammed his fists on the ground before jumping in the air. Goliath squealed in terror when Orga landed in front of him. Orga’s mouth swirled with light purple energy. Goliath was too frightened to escape. The Prism beam spewed forward, striking Goliath in his neck wounds. The injuries allowed the energy beam to enter Goliath’s body. Every muscle and blood vessel in its path was cut to pieces. The beam didn’t stop until it completely destroyed Goliath’s neck vertebrate. With his enemy dead from decapitation, Orga started feasting on Goliath’s remains. His green skin returned. His tail grew longer while an orange horn grew out from his head. His snout became more crocodile-like. Orga was now a perfect hybrid of three kaiju known as Gorgalak.

    King Caesar bellowed toward the chimerical nightmare. Orga responded by firing a lightning bolt from his new horn. The bolt traveled into King Caesar’s eye before traveling out of the other one, striking Orga in his chest and showering it in sparks. King Caesar charged toward the shrieking alien with a kick, pushing him back. Orga lashed out with his claws, sending King Caesar down into the turmoil. He opened fire with his Prism beam, only to have King Caesar redirect with his eye and strike Orga’s chest, forcing him backward. King Caesar leaped into the air and kicked Orga in his cheek, breaking a few teeth. Orga responded by firing his shoulder cannon, nailing King Caesar in the chest. The golem crashed into a few destroyed buildings. Orga fired another lightning bolt which King Caesar countered again with his eye. The bolt lanced into Orga’s left arm, burning off body tissue. King Caesar rose and leaped into the air. But Orga lowered his body and raised his tail up. The Okinawa protector couldn’t dodge the shard that struck him in the chest.

    The rock-like lion smashed into the ground. Both sides of his body had crystal shards inside them. He did his best to rip the front one out. He chucked it at Orga’s face. The beast groaned as the shard shattered against his face. King Caesar swiped with his claws, scratching Orga in the face. Orga’s horn lit up and fired a bolt. King Caesar’s right ear was blown off, causing him to shriek while touching the injury. Then Orga’s two fists wrapped around his sides, conducting enormous amounts of electricity into the golem. King Caesar screamed from the electric currents coursing through his body. Orga was encouraged by his foe’s agony to apply more pressure to his fists. Tiny cracks formed inside his body. King Caesar couldn’t handle any more of this.

    Slipping his arms out, he stabbed his claws into Orga’s eye sockets. The creature wailed in agony from his eyes’ destruction. King Caesar backed away once he was freed from Orga’s restrain. His body had cracks of various sizes all over his body. The electricity burned away most of his fur. He had to finish this fight before any more damage could happen. King Caesar charged into Orga’s chest with his hands out. He grabbed hold of the beast’s neck and torso before tossing the alien over his head. When Orga stood back up, his eyes had fully healed. King Caesar planted his foot into Orga’s face, making the beast reel back. Another kick hit him in his cheek, breaking more teeth. King Caesar bellowed before kicking again. When the third kick occurred, Orga refused to budge. King Caesar on the ground perfectly and lashed out with his teeth. They bit into Orga’s left arm. The alien squealed before firing another lightning bolt, striking King Caesar in his forehead.

    When King Caesar reeled back with his head smoking, Orga’s body started to glow. King Caesar let loose a vicious bark and jumped up to kick Orga in the face. This time, Orga ignored the attack. When King Caesar landed, his remaining ear flopped in the air when a shockwave erupted from Orga’s body. He couldn’t escape in time and felt the whole effect. The shockwave’s energy traveled inside every crack on his body. Every piece of stone it touched shattered from the intense power. The golem shrieked as the shockwave ripped him apart. His left arm was blown off its socket. His feet exploded into dust. The remains of King Caesar crashed onto the ground and from the impact, his torso shattered to bits. His neck cracked easily, sending his head flying a few feet away. It cracked like an egg after hitting the ground.

    Orga unleashed a bellow so powerful, even the sea quivered in fear from his power. His enemies were vanquished. He had acquired new-found power. He was ready to further his mission as the universe’s most powerful creature.

    Winner: Orga

    K.W.C. // December 11, 2019
  • Author: Hayes A. Jones | Banner: Landon Soto

    Rural Greece bustled quietly with life.

    The landscape is dominated by rich, earthy colors. Lush grasses and shrubs blanket the steep, uneven ground, the occasional grove of trees dotting the rolling hills. Upon first glance, the area seemed to be empty and still. But a closer inspection revealed a plethora of movement. Insects zipped about in the air and crawled through the vegetation. Birds flittered to and fro among the trees or soared with energetic, almost frantic flapping. A few larger animals moved through the hills, like small herds of deer and tortoises. Taking a step back, there were also signs of human life. The remains of an ancient structure rose up from the soil, a collection of broken pillars and crumbled walls. A small, rough road cut through the hills, a single bus – certain to be filled with tourists – roaring toward the ruins. There was even a small marketplace nearby. There, sightseers struggled to find reasonable priced soft drinks or haggled with local venders for all sorts of antiques or novelty items.

    It was beautiful. It was peaceful. It was… right.

    Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last.

    A shiver possessed the earth, gently rattling items in the market. The shuddering grew stronger, sellers now scrambling to protect their merchandise from the vibrations as they gained power. Whole shelves of objects were thrown to the ground, pots and other delicates shattering on the paved path. The shaking turned more and more violent, people, stands and tents alike toppled. The earth itself began to give way, cracks spiderwebbing across the ground. The cracks soon became deep crevasses and the crevasses became great furrows. Tons of rocks and soil were upturned as an enormous shape pushed forth from the bowls of the Earth – it was a drill, a massive, metallic drill. The drill continued to rise up, revealing that it was attached to two mighty arms. Soon, a living being, vast and terrible, steeped from the earth, leaving a seemingly endless tunnel behind it. Shaking dirt from itself, the creature flexed its arms. The drill split in two, separating into interlocking, spade-like claws. The gigantic monster was bipedal and insectoid. Its bulbous compact eyes were reflective and glowed dully in the bright sun. Pinchers guarded its mouth, twitching as the giant looked upon its new surroundings. A long horn rose from its forehead, crowned by an ornamental star shape. On its back, a pair of striped wing cases stretched out and repositioned themselves, showcasing its membranous wings for a moment. Rearing to its full size, the tremendous beat gave a horrible screech, shattering at the surviving glass items in the marketplace.

    It was Megalon, the champion of Seatopia.

    The tourist browsing the marketplace panicked, all rushing in the opposite direction with fearful cries. Most of the vendors chose to hide instead, huddling amongst their merchandise. None would be spared. The screaming and footfall attracted Megalon’s attention. The cockroach-like creature regarded the humans for a moment, with what appeared to be dim curiosity in its eyes. Then he grew bored. Shrieking, Megalon spat up a sticky blob of napalm from its gullet. The unstable lugi exploded when it hit the ground, flames flooding from the impact. The marketplace was instantly set ablaze, those who survived the explosion suffering the even worse fate of burning alive. Megalon cackled in amusement, clapping its spade-like forearms together. He was already having fun.

    And he wasn’t alone.

    A shaft of light split the heavens, streaking down toward the ground. The column of light engulfed a hilltop for a moment, transporting power surging through it. When the light faded, a second monster was left in its place. The new arrival was a savage sight. Its tough, artificial skin was pitch black. Tall, sharp spines rose from its back, a fine red webbing between them. Triangular, silver spikes ran up its neck and rose above its head, the same spines jutting from its long tail, which was tipped with a grasping claw. Instead of toes, it had a large claw curving up from each foot. Its arms ended in gleaming scythes, hooked and bright. Saw teeth were embedded in its abdomen, a working buzz saw built into its gut. Blade-like pincers curled out from either size of its beak-like jaws. It had a sole, electronic eye, glowing an evil red. Letting out a sharp shriek, the bizarre beast swung its claws together with a small shower of sparks.

    It was the Nebula N Space Hunter cyborg Gigan.

    Gigan called out to Megalon, stomping down from the top of the hill. Megalon immediately responded, jumping up and down like an excited child. The two were longtime partners in destruction and conquest. They were summoned here to give a warning to the people of Earth by demonstrating their prowess in chaos. Not that it was particularly needed. Gigan and Megalon were well known to Earth, having ravaged its cities many times in the past. Greeting each other with surprising affection, the two giant touched their forearms together with a metallic ring. Pulling away, the strange pair of creatures went to work. A wide, crimson beam burst from Gigan’s cyclopean eye. The thick ray broke off into smaller streak of energy, which exploded on contact with a patch of forest, setting it on fire. Megalon loosed a jagged streak of electricity from his horn, blowing apart the top off a hill. Gigan sliced and diced a mountain with his scythes, the razor-edged claws hacking through solid rock without too much trouble. Megalon joined him, bashing away at the mountain with his odd forearms. Between the two of them they easily leveled the mountain. As their violence triggered a small landslide that crushed what remained of the marketplace, Gigan and Megalon cackled together, enjoying the little exercise greatly. Separating yet again, the pair wrecked more havoc, Megalon’s beam raking the earth and Gigan’s claws cutting down small forests.

    Just as he was about to unleash his cluster ray again, Gigan felt the ground shift beneath his feet. The robotic beast turned in search of his partner, wondering if he was the cause of the trembling. But the Seatopian demigod was still on the surface, smashing away at another mountain. Gigan suddenly grew worried. Then what was the source of the fierce vibrations? Megalon himself paused and cocked his head in confusion, wondering how he could be above ground and create the tremors at the same time.

    The great beetle wasn’t the brightest of creatures.

    Gigan and Megalon slowly backed up to stand back to back, ready to fight together. The ground beneath the two exploded, throwing the cyborg and the insect to the ground with cries of shock. Jumping from the earth with an aroused fighting spirit, another giant bellowed a barking challenge to the downed monsters. The challenger was reptilian in nature, its hefty body held up on powerful legs. At the end of muscular arms, huge, clawed, human-like fists clenched in eager anticipation. The beast had a horny beak at the end of its snout and a small horn rising from between its nostrils. Two large bull horns sprouted from the sides of its head. A long, energetic tail whipped the air behind the challenger as it leaned back in a tremendous roar. This new beast was just as infamous as Gigan and Megalon. But it was also much more loved, for it was a defender, a savior, not a destroyer. Among all of Earth’s guardian, it stood out for its strength, will and endurance. Its name was known to all, the name of…


    The prehistoric creature stomped the ground happily, overjoyed at the chance to fight. Gigan and Megalon puffed themselves up and feinted charges and attacks, trying to intimidate Gomora. The dinosaur would have none of it. Smashing his fists together, the Ancient Monster Prince warned Gigan and Megalon to prepare for battle with a sharp, forceful roar. The two living weapons hesitated, the idea of facing the famous Gomora more than a bit daunting. Perhaps they should… Too late. Gomora felt no remorse as he crashed into the two and sent them sprawling. After all, he had warned then. Not waiting for the two to get up, the dinosaur charged again. Ready or not, here he comes! Gigan quickly leapt to his feet and slashed at Gomora with his scythes, successfully fending off the spirited beast. Megalon soon joined his partner and fired a napalm bomb, trying to set fire to Gomora. But the wily beast simply sidestepped and avoided the sticky projectile. As it exploded behind him, Gomora lunged forward and socked Megalon across the face with a potent punch, cracking some of the beetle’s pincers. Megalon jumped back with a pained scream, waving his spade-like arms in a small fit. Gigan stepped forward and loosed a cluster beam. Small explosions billowed from Gomora’s torso, pushing him back. Swiftly recovering, the dinosaur wheeled around and slammed his tail into the side of Gigan’s head, bowling over the alien. Megalon rushed back in, swinging his arms wildly. The slow-witted giant managed to catch Gomora in the face, almost downing the dinosaur. Snorting, Gomora lashed out and drove back Megalon with a powerful blow to the beetle’s chest. As Gigan rose to stand next to Megalon, fiery rings of energy ripped from Gomora’s horn, searing both the giants. The ancient brawler’s Super Oscillatory Wave sent the partners in destruction crashing to the ground, both shrieking in distress. Beating his chest, Gomora shook the air with a screech, empowering himself. Slowly rising, Gigan and Megalon hardened themselves, ready for the dinosaur’s next attack.

    They didn’t notice the swell of violet energy rising from the earth behind them.

    Gomora stiffened in alarm. He recognized this creature! Seeing their foe’s shock, Gigan and Megalon turned to look as well. A hulking started to take shape, billions of microscopic organism amassing. Slowly, a creature of unmatched dread and fear formed. A heavy body, covered in an intricate pattern of grooves, ridges and spikes; rose, flexing powerfully. Clawed hands appeared at the end of stout arms, talons grasping as if at flesh. Its thick legs dug into the ground, rows of large spikes pointing down from its knees. A flexible, segmented tail flattened the vegetation behind the terror, its crescent tip clenching. Two pairs of wings – one huge for power, one small for navigation – unfurled, churning the air with their might. The thing’s robust shoulders tapered into great spikes, like titanic, bloody thorns. The horror finally showed its face, letting out a terrible scream. Serrated frills framed the beast’s fearsome head and a straight, cylindrical horn graced its forehead. Its short jaws were lined by small tusks and brimmed with sharp teeth. Its eyes were yellow and soulless and hateful. The air grew stagnant just from the creature’s mere presence. Gomora, Gigan and Megalon all found themselves growing meek at the mere sight of the monstrosity. Only one being could instill such fear and possess such destructive power.

    Destoroyah, the living Oxygen Destroyer, chaos incarnated, the Grim Reaper’s faithful companion… Death itself.

    Destoroyah casted its sinister gaze upon its newfound victims. Its eyes locked on Gomora especially. It had a bone to pick with the reptile. Long ago, during a great battle between the forces of light and darkness, Gomora had attacked it from behind, striking the Precambrian horror down. Destoroyah could never forgive something like that. Only death was forgiveness. But the other two beast… they were between Destoroyah and its prey. They’d just have to die as well. Eyes narrowing, Gomora forced himself not to shrink back and met Destoroyah’s eyes with his own. As the two rivals glared furiously, Gigan motioned to Megalon subtly. He silently signaled to his partner that he would take Destoroyah and that the monster-god should deal with Gomora. Understanding, Megalon wheeled around to face the dinosaur with a screech, metallic arms slamming together. Gigan did the same to Destoroyah, clanging his scythes together. Destoroyah and Gomora both looked startled for a second before striking battle stances, each determined to reach the other. Crying out at the same time in a chorus of unearthly screams, all four giants attacked.

    Gomora ducked under a spade-like claws as Megalon took a swipe at him. The spirited brawler thrust himself forward and rammed his shoulder into the insectoid beast. Megalon was pushed back, but quickly came back swinging. Jerking forward, the bipedal insect smashed Gomora’s head between his strange forearms. The prehistoric giant yelped in pain, dropping to a knee. Megalon squealed happily and slammed his bulk into Gomora, toppling the reptile. Gomora’s tail swung up and smacked the bug across the face. Megalon staggered, but countered by delivering a good kick to the dinosaur’s side, literally punting the beast. Gomora flew through the air, thrashing wildly, before striking a hill with a muffled crash, throwing up dirt and chunks of earth. Megalon hopped up and down, shrieking in glee. Gomora rose to his feet, eyes burning. One would think it was in anger, but it was really excitement. If their was anything that the ancient monster loved, it was a good fight! Giving a spirited roar, Gomora rushed forward. A volley of electrical bolts tore from Megalon’s horn, raking Gomora as he barreled toward the beetle-god. The dinosaur grimaced in pain, but kept coming. Megalon panicked and tried to nail the incoming beast with his napalm bombs. Stopping on a dime, Gomora loosed his Super Oscillatory Wave. The powerful energy pulses detonated the napalm bombs and washed over Megalon. Screaming, the dim-witted giant tried to escape the forceful vibrations, only to be thrown to the ground. The insectoid creature’s girth pancaked priceless ancient ruins with a bloom of dust. Grabbing Megalon’s horn, Gomora yanked the bug to his feet. Eyes bright and happy, the dinosaur landed a barrage of punches and kicks to the monster-god’s body, bruising and battering Megalon. The great beetle struggled, flailing his metallic arms. Judging that Megalon had taken enough of a beating, Gomora showcased his impressive muscle by hurling the Seatopian champion over his head. Megalon wailed, cartwheeling through the picturesque skyline. With one last screech, the titanic insect landed on his head, snapping off his horn.

    Clumsily dragging himself up, the bug was filled with rage. His horn! His horn, his horn, his horn! Megalon threw a tantrum, stomping and swinging his spade-like forearms blindly. Gomora paused, stunned by the immature display. This monster was more child than devil. Shrieking in fury, Megalon sprinted at the dinosaur, attacking rashly. He was immediately floored by a bone-jarring punch. As he laid eagle spread on his back and due for another pummeling, Megalon groaned in misery. He was having a bad day…

    Gigan’s day was even worse.

    Again, the cyborg was bowled over by a blow from Destoroyah’s claws. Gigan slammed into the ground, cratering it. Screeching, the chicken-like giant lashed out vengefully. His scythes, sharper than razors and stronger than steel, barely scratched Destoroyah’s thick carapace. Gigan gritted his metal teeth. Changing tactics, the partially mechanical weapon unleashed his cluster beam. Small explosion peppered Destoroyah’s carapace. It didn’t even tickle. Howling in dark delight, the demonic beast rose one taloned foot and brought in down hard into Gigan’s gut. The bladed alien doubled over in agony, spitting up a mix of pale blood and dark oil. Destoroyah grinned evilly and prepared to smash Gigan’s skull beneath its foot. Thinking fast, the cyborg took off, ripping from the ground in flight. Wailing in anger, Destoroyah spread its satanic wings and followed, ragged membranes beating against the air noisily. Gigan easily outran and outmaneuvered his heavier foe, zipping and speeding through the clouds. Destoroyah screamed its frustration to the world, aimlessly firing off micro-oxygen rays. The purple lances of power slashed across the sky, few even coming close to Gigan. Becoming confident – perhaps overly so – Gigan pulled a sharp turn, buzz saw whirling to life. Destoroyah shrieked in surprise as Gigan clipped it, saw hacking into its shoulder. Far below, a few drops of yellow blood were soaked into the parched soil. Gigan gave a cry of laughter and circled around again. Before Destoroyah could even make a turn, Gigan struck again, almost sheering one of its wings in half. With one wing practically useless, Destoroyah began to plummet. But, the Precambrian horror managed to snatch Gigan from the air with its gripping tail, the cyborg emitting a surprised gurgle. Together, the two dueling giants plunged, both helpless. As they fell, Destoroyah and Gigan took vicious swipe and swings at each other. The cyborg slashed Destoroyah’s armor with its claws and the hyper-colony of microscopic creatures bashed Gigan with its fantastic strength. All the while, the rolling landscape below rushed upward, gravity certain to be the victory in the three-way squabble.


    Stunned by the powerful impact, the two monsters struggled to pull themselves from the tangle of limbs and various appendages they landed in. Destoroyah was up first, eyes glowing with hate and bloodlust. Gigan didn’t fare as well as the crimson tank, lacking its thick exoskeleton. Slowly and painfully, the alien beast tried to rise. Blood dripped from deep gashed and oil leaked from numerous cracks. The cyborgs fins were crushed and broken, hanging limply from his back. One of his scythes was cracked, threatening to shatter, and the other was chipped and dulled. Cackling, Destoroyah whipped around, its tail shooting out and wrapping around one of Gigan’s arms. Spinning around with a horrible scream, the collective lifeform threw Gigan. The wounded cyborg landed heavily, its cracked blade breaking into nothing but shards of metal. Destructive energies poured from Destoroyah’s jaws. The blast of micro-oxygen exploded against Gigan’s broken body, eating away at both flesh and metal. The bladed giant wailed in pain. Destoroyah advanced, wanting more. With a burst of adrenaline, Gigan leapt to his feet. He thrust one of arms forward and fired a pair of grappling hooks. The weighted wires wrapped around Destoroyah’s neck and tangled together. Buzz saw activating, Gigan gave the line a good tug. Destoroyah was unfazed, still standing strong. Grabbing the tether in its claws, the winged terror gave its own tug. Gigan was ripped from his feet and sent hurtling toward Destoroyah. As the cyborg tumbled toward it, the hyper-colony cackled wickedly, cutting energy arcing from its horn as it swung its head down…

    Gomora socked Megalon again, fist slamming into the beetle’s face. Shrieking, the monster-god decided enough was enough. Leaping back from Gomora, Megalon brought its spade-like arms together. Interlocking, the beast’s infamous drill was formed. Drill whirling with sudden energy, the insectoid leviathan lunged, intent on gutting Gomora. Mind working like lightning, Gomora waited until the last second and then sidestepped. Megalon’s drill stabbed into a mountainside, stopping dead. The great insect squawked, trying to pull his drill from the rock face. Grabbing Megalon’s arm and bracing them, Gomora brought his knee up with a barking bellow. Megalon wailed in agony as both his arms were broken at the elbows. Finally jerking his drill from the mountain, the crippled monster-god’s drill split apart and his arms fell limply to his sides. Megalon squealed and began to run, not willing to fight any longer.

    Then Gigan’s death scream rose to the heavens.

    Gomora and Megalon turned just in time to see Gigan’s corpse fall from Destoroyah’s grasps. The dead cyborg’s upper body was cleaved straight in two, a pool of blood and oil spreading out from the deceased giant. Gomora growled. Could he defeat Destoroyah without the element of surprise? Megalon screamed in horror. Forgetting his earlier plan to escape, the devastated beast ran to Gigan’s side. Murmuring pitifully, the Seatopian champion gently nudged his partner’s side with a foot, hoping for Gigan to response. He didn’t. Megalon stood, dumbstruck and miserable. His partner was gone. His friend was gone. Destoroyah stepped forward with a screech, warning Megalon that he would die next if he didn’t flee. The beetle refused to move, unwilling to leave Gigan. Gomora was saddened by the sight of the dumb bug mourning his partner’s death.

    Destoroyah found it delicious.

    The monstrosity lunged, knocking Megalon to the ground with a swing of its claws. Gomora found itself rushing in to try and help the bug, but Destoroyah tripped the dinosaur with its tail. Placing a heavy foot on Megalon’s chest, the hellish beast cackled darkly. Spewing a stream of micro-oxygen, the Precambrian demon blasted Megalon’s face. The beetle-god went into spasms as his face was eaten away, destructive energies liquifying his pincers and compound eyes. The pained insect tried to flee, but Destoroyah kept him pinned under its foot. Sprawled cross the ground, Gomora looked on in horror as Megalon’s exoskeleton melted away, revealing the soft flesh and slick innards beneath. Armor weakened, the cockroach-like monster’s chest caved in under Destoroyah’s talons, splattering his guts. Soon, there was nothing left of the beast but its spade-like claws and a few worn fragment of its outer shell. Destoroyah boasted of its victory with a terrible screech, shaking the air. Gomora rose to his feet, furious at the violent slaying of Megalon. Nothing, no matter how destructive, should be forced to suffer like that. Destoroyah turned to face the riled dinosaur, happy to clash with him. It would be a pleasure to kill him as well.

    With an emotional cry of anger and hate, Gomora charged, ready to fight Death itself.

    Gomora tackled Destoroyah, slamming all his weight into the crimson horror. The hyper-colony barely moved. Shrieking, Destoroyah retaliated. Gomora was thrown back by a blast of violet power. The micro-oxygen tried to eat away at him, but his think skin soon snuffed its destructive effect. Eyes glowing with all the foul feelings in the world, Destoroyah moved forward and swung at Gomora’s head. The ancient beast ducked and then made his own swipe, driving his fist straight up into the killer’s jaw. Destoroyah was pushed back by the uppercut, clawed feet gouging the ground. Encouraged, Gomora advanced, punching, kicking and headbutting. Destoroyah, unable to avoid the blows or land any of its own, was forced back, the giant locked in a dance of sorts. Under the great power of Gomora’s blow, even the tank-like Destoroyah was beginning to wear. Tiny flows of yellow blood ran down the Precambrian monster’s blood red armor. Destoroyah finally manged to launch a counterassault by snatching Gomora’s ankle with its gripping tail. Wheeling around with a scream of effort, the vengeful monstrosity tore Gomora off his feet and hurled him away. As the dinosaur soared – quite against his will – Destoroyah opened fire. Purple energy harpoons exploded against Gomora’s plunging body, blasting away bits of his flesh. The willful brawler yelped in pain. The cry was suddenly cut off as he hit the ground, leveling a hill. But Gomora was on his feet just as quickly, brushing off the impact and rushing Destoroyah again. Bellowing, the spirited giant grabbed the mutated predator’s horn in one hands and began whaling on it with the other. Destoroyah screeched as its carapace was cracked by blows that would cripple most other creatures. Clutching the killer’s horn in both hands now, Gomora wrenched it, trying to snap it off. Destoroyah lashed out, carving Gomora’s side with its savage claws. The dinosaur jumped back with a shriek of pain, blood gushing from the long, ugly wounds. Hissing, Destoroyah lunged, throwing Gomora to the ground by thundering into him. Pinning the prehistoric reptile under its much greater mass, Destoroyah viciously beat the smaller monster, claws ripping and tearing flesh with each blow. The winged terror cackled as its felt flesh give way under its clenched claws. Gomora cried out in outrage and pain, blood splashing across his face. Desperate, the dinosaur resorted to his Super Oscillatory Wave. Fiery pluses of power scalded Destoroyah’s face, peeling skin and burning its eyes. Even the Precambrian demon couldn’t take such an attack pointblank and swiftly rose, trying to escape. Hissing, Destoroyah flexed its claws, wanting to tear Gomora’s heart from his chest. Wailing, the crimson beast threw itself down to fulfill its wishes.

    Instead, Gomora stabbed his nasal horn into the monstrosity’s throat.

    Destoroyah gurgled pathetically, yellow blood pouring from its mouth and jugular. Gomora struggled to see through the blood dripping into his eyes. Summoning the last of his energy, the dinosaur called upon its Super Oscillatory Wave again. Only, this time, the fiery energy flowed directly into Destoroyah’s body. The predatory giant could feel the burning power run through it, scorching it from the inside. It would kill it, but it wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable. It did make Destoroyah extremely unstable however. And Gomora knew just how to use that to his advantage. With an enormous heave, the dinosaur lifted Destoroyah from the ground and hurled him over one shoulder. Ripping loosed from Gomora’s horn, Destoroyah tumbled through the air, blood still spewing from its throat. When the screaming beast hit the ground, it erupted into a massive fireball.


    As bits of earth and boiled chunks of Destoroyah rained down upon the Greece countryside, Gomora nearly collapsed. He was exhausted. He had never been this bone tired in his entire life… At least the fight was over. He was victorious.

    Gomora froze in absolute horror as violet power crackled across the landscape.

    Every living thing around him perished instantly, plants wilting and animals dropping dead. Billions of microscopic predator feasted, multiplying and recovering. When their numbers were sufficient, they came together. Reappearing in a flash of purple, Destoroyah glared daggers at a Gomora. The usually bulky killer was now thin and scrawny. Its wings were ragged, mostly red shreds of skin. Many of its spikes and spines were missing. Its facial frills were only half formed. But it was no less terrifying than before. A shiver went down the dinosaur’s spine as cold fear engulfed him completely. It couldn’t be. A thousand questions ran through the ancient creature’s mind. How could the Precambrian horror have survived? Why wasn’t it dead? How could anything be so durable? Could he possible fight any longer?

    Was he going to die?

    Forcing himself to be bold, Gomora leapt forward and spun around, tail swinging out to strike Destoroyah. The wrathful demon hacked down, horn humming with deadly power. Gomora screamed in agony as his tail was sliced clean off at the base by Destoroyah’s horn katana, blood spurting from both stumps. Shock, blood loss, and pain all taking their toll, the once spirited warrior fell, unable to continue. Cackling darkly, Destoroyah advanced, eyes bright and hateful. It was going to kill this thing, it would make him suffer, it would make him pay!

    Before the crimson beast could strike down Gomora once and for all, a humanoid figure dropped down in front of it. Ultraman! The silver being, noble and strong, warned off Destoroyah by striking a pose that clearly meant business. He wouldn’t let this monstrosity slay Gomora. The dinosaur once saved him from the hellish creature, and now it was his turn to do the same. Destoroyah didn’t mind. It craved revenge on Ultraman as well, simply for surviving an encounter with it. The Precambrian demon grinned as it gazed at the alien hero and Gomora, still bleeding profusely on the ground.

    No one escapes Death!

    Winner – Destoroyah


    K.W.C. // December 2, 2019
  • Author: Patrick Alan Green | Banner: Jackson Morris

    This was it.

    This was what he had been searching for.

    Gigan’s visor flashed brightly red as his mandibles separated, allowing his beaked mouth to open, releasing a screeching roar. Gigan was relieved to finally be standing before what he had been ordered to destroy.

    The alien cyborg raised his hooked hand high above its head and smashed it hard across the cliffside, sending an avalanche of dirt and rock cascading into the ocean’s waves. Gigan let out another screech as he brought his other claw down, sending more rocks exploding into the ocean.

    From the beach, the Azumi royal princess and her grandfather watched in awe as the terrible alien slowly ripped apart their guardian’s sacred tomb.

    Again and again, Gigan’s hooks tore into the cliffside, until finally he broke through. As dust settled, Gigan’s target slowly came into view. He stared at the beast, standing motionless inside the cave. The fabled demon-god, King Caesar, had been freed!

    Or so it seemed…

    What stood before Gigan appeared to be nothing more than an over-sized statue.
    Gigan glared at the so-called “Guardian” of Okinawa. Dust and webs covered its entire body. Its eyes were dull and lifeless. There was no way this was the legendary beast he had been ordered to destroy.

    Suddenly, the sound of crumbling rock echoed throughout the tomb, and King Caesar’s lifeless body fell from the cliffside and landed stiffly into the ocean with a tremendous splash. Gigan stared in bewilderment as the beast quickly sank to the bottom like a rock.

    Back on the beach, Nami’s grandfather gasped. Tears slowly began to roll down his face.
    That’s all the confirmation she needed. They had no hope…

    King Caesar had failed to protect them this time, and now Okinawa would surely be next to fall.

    Gigan shook the water off his back fins and jumped back.

    He had been ordered to kill King Caesar, but it was obviously not a threat…

    He turned his attention to the beach, where he noticed two humans kneeling on the sand. The cyborg monster let out a menacing roar and made his way inland, eager to start his rampage.

    “Nami…” her grandfather said in a raspy voice. “We’ve got to get out of here, before it’s too late.”

    Nami was silent, watching as Gigan quickly approached, his spiked foot finally stepping on land as his footsteps shook the entire beach around them.

    Nami’s grandfather backed away slowly, begging his granddaughter to run.

    His pleas fell on deaf ears.

    Nami picked up her family’s sacred statue and held it high over her head. Its ruby eyes caught the sun’s radiant light, causing them to radiate a brilliant, red glow, a red glow that quickly caught Gigan’s attention.

    Nami fearlessly walked toward the invader.

    Gigan stopped and looked down, captivated by the pulsating, red glow that burned within the statue’s gem eyes. His hooks clapped together as the light amused him. Gigan let out a bellowing screech, then instantly stomped Nami into the Earth. Killing the poor girl.

    The old man fell to his knees, calling her name over and over again, his fists pounding against the sand over and over as he cried.

    Suddenly, the ocean waves began to churn. A geyser of bubbling foam exploded high into the sky, followed by a form erupting from the crashing waters. A furious roar echoed across the beach, and perhaps even all of Okinawa itself.

    King Caesar had awakened!

    Gigan quickly spun around to see the legendary beast quickly coming after him, his body cutting through the ocean’s turning waves. Gigan bellowed out a loud roar, accepting King Caesar’s challenge. Gigan anticipated the battle about to unfold and readied himself, clashing his hooks together as he glared at his enemy, taunting the legendary monster as he approached.

    King Caesar’s clawed foot stomped onto dry land. His red eyes pierced through Gigan as the two fixated on one another.

    Standing on opposite sides of the beach, both monsters readied for one another to strike first, both ready to kill each other… Or die trying.

    King Caesar began to circle his opponent, claws bared and posed in front of his face.
    Gigan screeched and kicked the ground, pelting King Caesar with a wave of sand. King Caesar shielded his face, lowering his guard, Gigan zoomed forward, tackling the ancient monster to the ground before springing to the sky.

    The guardian monster quickly rolled to his feet and stood up. His long, fur-covered ears perked up as he looked around, scanning the beach for his foe.

    Gigan suddenly came rushing in from behind, the sound of his buzz saw charging up filling the air. King Caesar quickly turned around, just in time to duck out of the way and miss Gigan’s spinning blade.

    Gigan roared out in annoyance as he landed, quickly spinning around to meet King Caesar head on, and the two monsters clashed. Gigan swung his mighty hooked claw, only for King Caesar to duck under it and counter with a devastating roundhouse kick to Gigan’s temple. The cyborg monster cried out as he fell backward, body convulsing as his visor flashed wildly. King Caesar pounced on his foe, pummeling the alien creature’s golden scales without mercy. Gigan wildly thrashed, slamming his claws into the ribs and face of the stone monster until he forced his attacker off, sending King Caesar crashing to the ground below with a thud.

    Gigan quickly rose to his feet and quickly made his way toward King Caesar’s fallen body. With tremendous force, Gigan kicked his spiked foot into King Caesar’s side, sending the monster flying through the air and crashing into a pit of jagged rocks.

    Gigan let out a proud screech, slamming his hooks against one another.

    This job was going to be too easy…

    King Caesar shook the excess dirt and rock from his fur as he focused his attention back on Gigan, hastily marching forward. The sound of metal echoed for miles with every footstep.

    King Caesar shook his head and hastily crawled out of the pit. Lowering his head, the ancient protector dashed forward, but Gigan was ready for him. The cyborg monster swung his powerful hooks, delivering a nasty blow to the back of King Caesar’s head, followed by a kick to the ribs. King Caesar backed away, trying to defend himself from the blows. Gigan spun around, slamming his spiked tail against the chest of the wobbling giant, sending the once great creature crashing to the ground.

    Gigan was deriving pleasure with every blow he delivered. King Caesar fought to stand up, but Gigan slammed his foot into the ancient one’s side once again, knocking him back to the ground in a heap. Over and over, more kicks came. The sound of King Caesar’s cries of agony resonated throughout the entire area.

    King Caesar kicked his feet into where the ribs of Gigan would be, knocking the alien backward and giving him the chance he needed to fight back.

    King Caesar roared, shaking the sand from his fur as he stood to his full height. Gigan marched forward, looking to make King Caesar pay. He raised his hooked claw high into the air, but King Caesar quickly grabbed Gigan’s arm and flipped the alien over his shoulder, sending him flying into the Azumi shrine. The structure exploded like matchsticks under Gigan’s weight, enveloping the area in a cloud of dust. The alien monster cried out as he rolled on the ground. King Caesar marched forward, wrapping his clawed hands around Gigan’s tail and pulling the cyborg through the sand.

    Suddenly, Gigan sprung into the air, looking to escape King Caesar’s grasp by flying into the sky, but King Caesar tightly held on, claws digging into Gigan’s flesh as he fought to hold on, unaware that his feet had begun to come off the ground.

    Gigan’s boosters kicked into overdrive, blasting the alien creature into the sky with King Caesar still holding on!

    The sounds of King Caesar’s roars echoed for miles as the two monsters rose higher and higher into the sky. The wind pelted King Caesar’s fur as he squeezed harder on Gigan’s tail, trying desperately to hold on for dear life.

    Gigan cried out in rage, stomping King Caesar’s face without letup, trying to free himself with all his might.

    Suddenly, a loud, ripping sound filled the air. Gigan let out an excruciating cry as King Caesar’s eyes widened. The tip of Gigan’s tail suddenly broke off! Gigan stopped to watch King Caesar’s decent, the panicked cries of the once great shisa amused him as the creature plummeted from thousands of feet in the air.


    King Caesar struck the ground below. The beach shook, almost as if Okinawa had suddenly been hit with an earthquake.

    Gigan let out another screeching roar as he zoomed back to the beach to inspect whatever was left of King Caesar. As he landed on the sand, his visor scanned the area before quickly locating the crater that had been left in the shisa’s wake. As the dust cleared, King Caesar’s body slowly came into view. His entire body was cracked, his glowing red eyes were now blackened and once again void of life.

    Gigan reared his head back and let out a loud, victorious roar. The cyborg turned away and slowly began making his way toward the city of Okinawa, unaware of the clawed hand that had suddenly risen out of the crater.

    Hoisting himself up, King Caesar feebly crawled out of his crater, shaking his body off as he let out a feeble roar, letting his enemy know he was nowhere close to being beat yet!

    Gigan spun around to see King Caesar racing toward him on four legs like a rabid dog. Gigan let out a surprised cry and attempted to spring into the air to escape, but King Caesar pounced into the air, smacking Gigan out of the sky and pinning him to the ground. King Caesar leaned in to the cyborg’s visor, letting out a feral roar. Gigan squalled out in annoyance. King Caesar quickly grabbed the monsters metallic jaws and forced his beak open, then without mercy, bit down on Gigan’s tongue, ripping it out!

    Gigan screamed in agony, blood gushing from his mouth as he thrashed wildly. Quickly, the cyborg managed to get a lucky shot in and kicked King Caesar to the side. Gigan’s boosters activated once again, and the alien monster quickly zoomed off into the sky, making a hasty retreat as he disappeared through the clouds.

    King Caesar watched as the invader flew out of sight. He let out a weakened roar as his ears dropped. He tried to take a step forward, but felt his body beginning to stiffen up. He could feel whatever magic that kept him alive slowly seep away from every crack in his body. Before too long, he knew he’d be nothing more than a lifeless statue again. He turned his sights to the churning waves as his eyes began to dull, watching the sun as it set over the ocean. King Caesar let out one more grumbling roar, then finally, the monster felt silent.

    Draw: Gigan, King Caesar 

    K.W.C. // November 11, 2019
  • Authors: Dao Zang Moua, Landon Soto, Joseph Steinard Jr., Andrew Sudomerski, Tyler Trieschock & Alex Williams | Banner: E.J. Su

    [Continued from Match 263]

    An endless stream of vibrant color. Mortal eyes briefly gazed upon the fragments of time which flashed from the past, present, and future. Like a river, the fragments of time flowed past the mortal, revealing thousands of instances in the span of seconds. The distortion ingrained itself into the memory of the seer, embedding so permanently into the mortal’s psyche it took moments for her to realize she no longer traveled within the snow-white anomaly. 

    Audrey Tatopoulos clutched her head with her right arm, pressing upon her long, golden hair while she closed her eyes to gain focus, but the indistinguishable fragments of time still echoed within her mind. Over the span of a minute they faded into a rapid blur, continuing to pulsate like a stain of light within a person’s vision. Audrey’s head shook from side to side in response. Audrey struggled to think clearly, but no affliction would alter her goal, to retrieve the husband she cared for with all her heart and ensure his safe return to their world. Gradually, Audrey’s determined eyes opened to the new reality around her which was completely blanketed by a singular, dominant color, red.

    Crimson light pierced dark clouds which choked the high atmosphere, illuminating a wasteland which humanity once resided in. Crumbling structures of man lined deserted streets. Cars slowly rusted upon the crumbling infrastructure, allowing orange brush to poke through the cracks and fall upon its surface in a state of near death. Piles of decayed rubble lay at the bottom of numerous hills which sprawled across the region while a double, gated bridge, as iconic and red as the skies which now shone upon her, allowed Audrey to pinpoint her location on the new Earth.

    San Francisco, or at least, what was left of the city.

    Audrey’s gaze shifted within the helicopter she resided within and looked upon the five inch tall figure of Moll, priestess of Mothra Leo. Standing atop the window of the co-pilot seat, Moll appeared transfixed on the destruction, gazing outside the craft with her back to Audrey.

    “We’re in San Francisco,” Audrey noted to Moll as the member of H.E.A.T. shifted her gaze to the desolate city. And I can see why we didn’t get any replies from Elsie’s drones, place looks like hell, she thought. “So, can you sense Nick or something?”

    The guardian turned around to reveal a smile while a single tear rolled down her cheek. “I can. Both are lacking strength, but they live. Mothra is taking us-”

    Moll’s joy vanished as if a horrific comment was whispered into her ear. Her eyes shifted to concern, returning to gaze outside while she yelled, “Hold on! Lora says it’s coming for us!”

    The craft shook within Mothra’s grasp as he prepared for battle, unleashing a chirp to deter the approaching creature, and shaking Audrey who braced herself atop her seat. Her eyes scanned the city, expecting a terrifying threat to emerge at any second. Worry was quickly replaced by frustration as nothing appeared. “I can’t see anything! Where is this thing?”

    Beneath a cliffside, which at its top possessed a military compound that overlooked the outskirts of San Francisco, the earth upheaved violently. Pillars of smoke erupted from the cliffside’s basin as the soil jettisoned upward, masking a monstrous shadow which hid within the cloud. The dark shape shifted to face Mothra Leo’s approaching form. With a burst of speed, two crocodilian like jaws snapped through the haze. A long tail slithered behind the bipedal beast, its eyes wide with ravenous hunger. A Skullcrawler, the Big One, charged forward with unrelenting speed.

    Leo’s body descended toward the approaching creature. Buildings beneath his wings shattered from the winds, overtaking Audrey’s yelling as the two beasts neared each other. The Big One’s mouth opened in ravenous glee, but before it could close upon the guardian of earth, a Triple Cross Heat Beam burst down its gullet. Leo veered right, allowing the helicopter it clutched to pass mere inches over the Skullcrawler as it crashed violently through a selection of decrepit structures.

    The Big One rolled through the thick dust into clear, radioactive air merely to belch smoke and blood. His pointed nose pivoted to the right, allowing his right scarred eye to watch the moth disappear over the nearby, tall cliff. The Skullcrawler slammed his right foot down in rage, allowing himself to stand upright, and unleashed a gurgled roar before sprinting after his fleeing opponent. 

    He would not be denied a meal so easily!

    Audrey braced herself as the helicopter crashed upon rusted vehicles. Metal groaned from the transport’s weight while helicopter parts fell upon cracked pavement. After unstrapping herself from vehicle, Audrey stumbled out of the craft with Moll in her arms. A warning chirp echoed from Leo, attracting Audrey’s attention to the monstrous guardian before she watched Leo fly toward the Skullcrawler.

    “So, on our own then, in a place teeming with monsters. Great…” Maybe bringing a weapon would’ve been a good idea. “Which way should we go?”

    Moll turned around in Audrey’s right palm, her face seemingly glowing with positivity. “Nowhere.”

    Audrey’s left brow raised in confusion until the sound of footsteps made her shift her gaze to her right. Standing next to a rusted SUV stood a man she missed with all her heart. Dropping Moll to the ground, Audrey bolted into the figure’s arms, embedding her right hand into his disheveled, brown hair. Her forehead brushed against his unshaven face while her left arm clutched the back of a shirt stained with dirt. Tears swelled within the woman’s eye sockets before she forced out a few simple words which took nearly all her strength to utter.

    “I missed you Nick.” 

    Nick remained silent in the embrace, allowing a few tears to fall upon the top of his wife’s head. 

    “Why’d you come here in the first place Nick?” I shouldn’t be surprised after all these years, she thought. Especially if you said you thought it would be fun to research another realm…  world… dimension? Wherever we are.  

    “No choice. Cameron grounded the Seeker and with the crystal’s antigravity properties it was taken airborne. I activated the distress beacon, but before I could figure out a way down, there was a flash and I was here.”

    Audrey pulled away, glancing around the area in a panic. 

    “Wait, is Cameron here too? No, don’t answer that, because he won’t be too much…”

    Nick’s hands fell upon Audrey’s shoulders, taking her off guard as she looked up to see the joy vanish from Nick’s face. The anger Audrey felt slipped away as she noticed regret tear apart Nick’s demeanor. Immediately she embraced him once more, tightening her grip as much as she could. 

    “You wouldn’t… he went too far this time. Its okay.”

    A slight smile took shape but with a heavy heart, Nick pulled away and looked into Audrey’s tear filled eyes. “Is Monique okay? Last I saw there was a gunshot and she fell-”

    “Yeah, she’s fine. It just grazed her. She and Randy are looking for Zilla in another anomaly. Elsie is making sure those things won’t disappear on us.”

    Nick let loose a breath of relief. “Good, fill me in on the details later, but we need to go someplace safe while we can.”

    Both nodded in unison and began their trek toward the nearby compound, leaving the Elias alone in their own embrace.  

    Moll retracted from her sister, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. “I’m sorry you are here, that my actions put you in such a-”

    Lora wrapped her sister once more in her arms. “I’m here because of our responsibility, not your mistake.” Lora gradually pulled away, concern replacing the joy in her eyes. 

    “We need to warn Leo,” Lora asserted to her sister, shivering as her mind processed the terror.

    “The beast?” Moll inquired. “Even weakened, such a creature is no match for Mothra.”

    “The Skullcrawler, as its called, is not what I fear,” Lora retorted as she looked to the white anomaly and the towering collection of Earth beneath its radiance. 

    Deep beneath the mountain of rubble under the anomalies’ glow, draconic wings twitched with life. A red hue returned to the eyes of the ancient, insectoid predator who sensed the energy of an enemy it loathed more than it hungered for. Fanged jaws parted to unleash a breath of putrid air accompanied by a screech comparable only to nails on a chalkboard. Time may have built the Queen a shallow grave, but Megaguirus would not be dying so easily. 

    Only the moth would suffer such a fate. 

    The echo of an explosion snapped the Skullcrawler and Leo’s attention away from the other, watching in awe a pillar of dust launch into the sky and blanket the white anomaly. The Skullcrawler tilted its head in curiosity. Leo chirped with concern, a familiar buzz returning to his ears but before he could move, a grey blur careened into him, slamming the guardian into the side of a decayed skyscraper. 

    Leo cried out in sheer anguish. Yellow blood ran down its abdomen from a pincer embedded into his body while two red eyes glared with malicious intent.

    Did her prey think it had won their previous fight? That it laid claim over its rightful terr-

    Megaguirus confusingly scanned the landscape around her. The red sky, unrecognizable structures and lack of vegetation making it abundantly clear she no longer roamed any familiar island. Where was she?

    A challenging roar echoed behind Megaguirus causing her to turn her head so her left eye could see what wished to gather her attention. A bipedal beast with rows of serrated teeth screeched with fury, slamming its foot on the ground in an act of intimidation. Megaguirus remained unamused.

    Another foreign land. Another beast to kill. Megaguirus parted a screech of annoyance while snapping its right pincer in anticipation. No matter, she would at least enjoy killing this insignificant, powerless mo-

    Mothra’s chest flashed with power and a Mineral Chest Beam of unrivaled energy burst forth, blasting Megaguirus away. The Queen’s sizzlingly body slammed against the destitute suburban homes of San Francisco and carved a clean path to the nearby ocean. Water burst into the air, allowing Megaguirus to sink beneath the waves.

    The Skullcrawler watched in silence the ocean waves disperse, shocked at the display of power until a chirp attracted its gaze back to Mothra Leo. While the guardian’s eyes were less illuminated from the bloodloss, Mothra Leo still echoed a chirp of deterrence to the beast to leave or else it would face a similar fate. A hiss trembled from the reptile’s jaws at it thought, weighing its options merely for a grey blur to soar past him. 

    Mothra’s form plowed through the crumbling skyscraper behind him, arching to the ground with a climactic explosion of earth while the destroyed city trembled. Heavy dust fell from the air, revealing golden blood which flowed from Leo’s mandibles. A muffled chirp escaped Leo, only for Megaguirus to stab the guardian in the upper chest cavity with her left arm, taking great pleasure as muscle tore as she opened her pincer. A shadow overtook Leo’s head as Megaguirus aimed its right arm over the beaten creature.

    No more chasing, no more surprises! Her prey would understand its place, now!

    The Queen plunged her right pincer through Mothra’s skull, unleashing a torrent of blood upon the city streets but as Megaguirus retracted her bladed appendage, the body of her enemy began to glow. Moths arose from the form of Leo and flew into the air, gradually peeling away Leo’s body as thousands took shape. Megaguirus’ screeched with intense ferocity, swiping at the insects and launching globs of yellow blood across the city. As the final moths took to the air, Megaguirus unleashed a primordial cry of hate. 

    Her prey still lived! How? How could it live through impalement? How could it resist death? She would drain every molecule of energy from her prey once it reformed! 

    A booming roar echoed from across the city, pivoting Megaguirus right eye to gaze upon the Skullcrawler which pathetically charged toward her. The queen’s eye winced in annoyance. The bipedal reptile lunged forward, but its jaws struck open air, passing through an afterimage and landing atop of the fallen skyscraper. The beast snarled in frustration before Megaguirus reappeared behind the Skullcrawler. The Big One whipped its tail, striking another afterimage before Megaguirus reappeared in front of the reptile, its eyes filled with apathy.

    Did this creature think she would fight it? Why? It possessed no energy to siphon, no reward except warm flesh. Even her prey’s energy, dispersed across the city, emitted more radiant power than the rampant beast. No, she held no need to battle but to be patient, to wait until her true prey returned. 

    Nick watched from the entrance of the military outpost as Megaguirus disappeared from sight, vanishing with a sonic boom while the Skullcrawler bellowed for the queen to return. Its two legs stomped on the ground, its tail whipped back and forth while its wails of ravenous ire echoed for the destroyed city to hear. With a slight sigh, Nick slowly turned around and walked into the interior of the complex, leaving the Big One to roar alone in gluttonous fury. 

    The hallway Nick walked through seemed to stretch on for an inexplicable length. With the bodies removed, only the smell of mold and dust comforted Nick as he thought to himself. Should I tell her? Can I afford to-

    Nick violently coughed, blocking the projectile with his right arm while he propped himself against the wall. Five painful convulsions rocked through Nick, ending only to reveal blood sprayed across his upper arm. Nick stared at the sight, thinking about the cause merely for specs of light to catch his attention. 

    Dozens of abnormally large moths fluttered past him down the corridor, causing him to follow. Nick’s eyes shifted in amazement as he entered the main room, watching hundreds of the blue winged moths fill the enclosed space.

    “What are these?” Nick inquired aloud, extending his right hand to catch a moth which landed atop his index finger.

    With eyes once filled with tears but still red from their use, the twin fairies of Mothra Leo turned toward Nick in the distant corner of the room. Moll and Lora looked to the other, a smile forming as they sat next to a makeshift nursery for food, producing plants. 

    “A miracle of our guardian,” Lora noted as she watched in amazement, attracting Nick over to them.

    “Fascinating, can he reform?” Nick inquired merely for the moth to flutter away. His gaze shifted to the pair whose eyes now looked away in sorrow.

    “He is very weak. It will take time for him to gather his remaining strength but,” Moll noted as she looked to the ceiling, gazing at the monster she knew flew just outside, “he won’t be able to fight her. There is so little life left in this world to draw mana from.”

    Audrey’s hand rested on Nick, causing him to immediately spin and clutch her in his arms while she did the same. The two held each other close, remaining silent until Audrey stated,“Zone Fighter, the man you saved, he’ll be here when the portal opens again. We just have to stay here in the meantime.”

    “No he won’t,” Moll corrected drawing Audrey’s and Nick’s attention, “when we entered this world, I felt his mind like Ultraseven’s fall out of consciousness. Their bodies, emanating such pain…” Moll took a second to compose herself, her remorseful eyes opening to gaze upon the pair. “Neither will be able to help us.”

    Audrey’s eyes widened, flashing from tearful joy to rage. “You realize why that is right?!” Audrey rhetorically yelled as she walked past Nick, her shadow enveloping Moll. “You did this! If you would have helped us, helped Nick none…”

    Nick’s hand rested upon Audrey’s shoulder, pulling her back into his embrace. Slowly the rage across Audrey’s face diminished into apathy while Nick kept his grip tight. 

    “We’ll get out of this. We just need to come up with a plan, and then you can yell at me for coming here in the first place.” I’ll definitely have deserved it at this point. 

    Audrey turned around to face Nick, lifting her head to reveal a slight smirk of amusement as her head leaned into his. As quickly as they embraced, Audrey reeled back and slammed her hands together, her index fingers extended as she walked around the room to gain inspiration.

    “Can’t use the helicopter I came in on, but Nick,” Audrey asked aloud, “anything we can fly nearby? Instead of fighting, we could fly out while Mothra distracts the two.”

    Nick shook his head side to side in response. “Nothing usable, and no sign of any other survivors. Radiation levels I assume ensured of that.”

    “Maybe the city is affected more than rural areas. Have you tried contacting anyone?”

    “I have. This compound is equipped with military grade radio equipment. Theoretically, I should be able to listen or contact others on another continent but… everything is dark. Either by interference of radiation or a lack of humanity.”

    Nick’s eyes sparked with an idea, his gaze shifting to Moll and Lora. “Lora mentioned to me you have telepathic abilities. Is there a range to it?”

    Lora looked to her sister, her face shifting from reluctance to worry. “With my sister, our power extends as far as the planet we were born to protect, but,” Lora noted as she turned to Nick and Audrey, “I have searched for other humans and I can find none on this continent. With my sister we can contact others if they live, but I fear they are too far to help or save.”

    Audrey’s fingers snapped in epiphany. “Instead of looking for help, why not ask one of the two monsters not to try and kill us? Maybe you can convince them to eat the other.”

    “Megaguirus’ lust for power is too great to negotiate with,” Moll countered.

    Nick nodded in agreement. “From everything I’ve read on these computer’s dossiers, Skullcrawlers think with their stomachs, not-”

    Nick paused mid sentence while his head turned to a computer in the corner of the room. With a fast walk, Nick burst over to the device, flicking it on as he accessed its storage drives. Before Audrey, Moll or Lora could inquire to his actions, Nick spun around to reveal a full-screened image.

    A pair of cerulean wings illuminated a mesmerizing glow beneath a static waterfall. The reflection of the moon barely compared to the light reflected through the water while two insectoid eyes glowed beneath the rushing water at those in its presence.

    “Instead of communicating with Megaguirus or the Skullcrawler, why don’t we try to contact her.”


    Tibetan Mountain Range – Shin Earth

    An endless howl of the wind. 

    An eternal void of frigid temperature.

    A world devoid of life. 

    These were the comforts the Legendary Titan known as Mothra dreaded as she huddled in silence. 

    A gust of harsh wind blew snow across the insect’s face, partially awakening it from its self-imposed hibernation. Bulbous, insectoid eyes warily looked toward the cavern’s entrance which was nearly blocked from jagged teeth made of ice. Miniature beams of dull light passed through the cracks and acted as Mothra’s window into the world which life she failed to protect. With a hum of despair, Mothra’s eyes gradually dulled in brightness merely for a new sound to echo into her void. 

    A whisper. It projected throughout the cavern from all directions. As time past the plea grew in strength, and even as it echoed in an incomprehensible language, Mothra felt the emotion pour through. Worry, doubt, terror… hope.

    Mothra’s head peeled off the frozen floor and she unleashed a mighty chirp in solidarity of the echo, shaking the cavern she resided within. Wherever this life existed, wherever it called for help, she would be its ally and this time, she would not allow its destruction. 

    Knife-like appendages smashed into the ice covered cavern’s floor while majestic wings unfolded, radiating tangerine light. The insect’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the cage she had allowed to form in her time in exile. With another mighty bellow, Mothra propelled itself forward, smashing through the ice cavern entrance and launching snow, ice as well as rock down the mountain side. Free of her prison, Mothra soared into the blizzard’s wrath, the harsh winds and frigid temperature failing to even slow her down.

    Avian eyes watched Mothra’s form ascend into the snow filled sky from a distant mountain, the insect’s body acting like a beacon before clouds hid her sun-like glow. A caw of anticipation emanated from the beast’s beak, overpowering even the blizzard’s wail. Snow poured off the titan’s crimson wings, his molten blood boiling from excitement as the remaining snow steamed off his reptilian skin.

    For years, Rodan’s shadow encompassed the Earth, its talons sinking into machine and flesh alike. Titans fell beneath his molten wings. Man ran in terror of its presence. Even the one-eyed alien hordes knew to flee or face destruction by the true ruler of the skies, but those years quickly faded like all life, leaving only a few Titans to challenge him and answer his lust for conflict; Mothra, Godzilla, the MUTO and Ghidorah.

    Rodan’s steaming body shook slightly as he thought of the last Titan, but the volcanic creature quickly subsided those thoughts. It was not yet time to think of his own demise, but to focus on the battle to come, and the life he would take. 


    Tokyo – Shin Earth


    They carved through the countryside of Japan with every breath, slicing through rock, ruins and vegetation alike. Their insatiable appetite for carnage unmet even as the barren landscape showed no sign of previous activity. Lightning danced across the maelstrom, illuminating the swirling clouds of the endless storm which consumed all of Japan. With pristine scales lit by the typhoon’s erratic showcase, the wicked creature howled concentrated electricity and plasma to fill the ravaging hollow winds with ash and misery. Yet none of the latter was to be found.

    Titan slayer. World destroyer. Golden demise. Monster Zero. They went by many names, all equally feared by the ghosts of those passed. Even the ones who lived knew, for the most part, to steer clear at all costs. Not did that stop the arrogant to challenge the dragon; nor did it stop the hydra from seeking them out and bereft them of life. Now all that was left was very little to offer. Their fury built up as another mountain collapsed in on itself from the wrath of their bioelectric beams. The surrounding forest burned with utmost intensity, so much so that not even the rain and gusts could put it out.

    Deep within the depravity of their mind, Ghidorah yearned for fresh blood on their lips and teeth. This planet was destined for death, yet the tedium fueled their unfulfilled gratification, which in turn amplified their rage. If there were more Titans to oppose their presence, they would be welcomed to only add to their prolonged mission. As the mountainous dust poured over the flaming forest, Ghidorah stood upon their feet and wailed as one with the storm. It was a wrathful call, hoping to lure the boastful or paralyze the fearful.

    For a moment, there were only the gusts that have long accompanied them. But carried in the wind was a response.

    All three of Ghidorah’s heads pivoted toward the origin of this call. It was faint and distant, but it nipped at Ghidorah’s instincts. Where there was a call, life flourished. At the very least, it was worth looking into. Spreading their membranes wide open, casting a horrific shadow, Ghidorah flapped, creating a powerful gale of its own and was propelled into the air. Carried by wicked wings, they ventured off into the long-dead Pacific Ocean; with the storm following suit.


    Hawaii – Shin Earth 

    Solitude had its benefits, yet it was a double edged sword of a lifestyle. For the living mountain that slept in the heart of an abandoned island, this was normal. His kind lived independent and lonely lives until they had found a life partner and produced offspring. This reduced any chance of internal backstabbing and betrayal among each other. The only cost was trust, or a lack thereof in most cases. Their hearts were hardened to the harsh environment they once thrived in, making breeding a rare commodity. But when they did, they produced promising descendants that would inherit the title of King. It was this genetically encoded lifestyle that wound up being their ultimate downfall. Because of it, there was only one last member of his species. However, Godzilla no longer had the luxury of being an isolated animal.

    Parasite; an organism that depends on the host for survival. That meaning took on a whole new light for Godzilla in recent events. Rather than a nemesis species relishing in his blood for sustenance, the MUTO depended on Godzilla in a form of mutualism. It was hard to imagine that all it took to quell their eons of struggle and bloodshed was a common foe that threatened the entire planet. The male MUTO croaked and screeched endlessly, as if to perturb him from slumber. It was irritable, but Godzilla would heed to his ally’s request with a mighty yawn.

    It had been a substantial amount of time since the fall of the abominable Shin Orga, even shorter since the emergence of the abnormal humanoids and the end of the world. Despite everything that transpired, the MUTO was filled with a youthful vibrancy. The thrill of the fight clearly satisfied his instinctual needs, and it would seem the young male sought for more. Once in a blue moon, Godzilla would accompany the winged parasite to test him against lesser tier Titans. These bouts were now non-existent, which left much to be desired for the parasitic lifeform after years of near solitude. The MUTO screeched urgently, informing the Alpha of a strange noise. Godzilla, attuned to bioacoustics and echolocation, heard the noise his smaller ally was referring to.

    Something was calling. What it was, that was uncertain.

    Whatever the case may be, it was distant. Even more so than any of the Titans they’ve fought in recent times. Now wasn’t the time to investigate for what ifs or happenstance. If they could hear it, certainly others would be drawn to it, too. Including… Them.

    This world was a lost cause. And it was his failure that was the undoing of nature’s order. One that led to the birth of a new humanoid species with its destructive might and another that led to the revival of his greatest enemy. He was both feared and shunned among the table of the gods. So when Godzilla snarled at his companion, it was a strict, authoritarian order to stand down. They weren’t going anywhere.

    They were outcasts.

    But the MUTO was inclined to disagree.

    Be it his eager naiveté or sheer determination, the young male disregarded Godzilla’s command. Growls of dissuasion emanated from the reptile’s snout, yet they fell on deaf ears. The MUTO flapped his wings and soared over the ocean, heading toward the signal’s source.

    Godzilla was enraged, if only for a moment. As the monster king gazed at his flying ally growing more and more distant, he saw something… A familiar feeling he had thought lost to him. This nostalgic feeling formed into compliance. He knew what was happening, and knew what would happen if he let this go unabated. Lifting his massive weight from the ground, Godzilla found himself lumbering toward an ocean that had long been devoid of life. The MUTO was well ahead of him by this point; but knowing his destination, the MUTO would eventually come to a stop, giving him the time to catch up. What the future held made Godzilla uneasy, but it seemed it was inevitable.

     If all was lost here, then at least there would be nothing else to lose. At least, so he hoped.


    Somewhere under the Pacific Ocean – Earth

    In a glistening cave beneath the waters of the pacific, a guardian of Earth slept in a near tranquil state with its long, exoskeleton covered body curled into a ball. Light glistened off the black armor of the insect while its pronounced horn randomly sparked from each breath the monster drew in. The insect’s normally crimson eyes showed only a hint of their natural glow until a voice echoed causing them illuminate once more.

    “Hey! Battra! Wake up!”

    Rocks shattered as Battra’s larval form uncurled creating a dust cloud beneath its dozens of legs. Battra’s horn illuminated as brightly as its eyes. Both turned to face the tiny priestess who flew a hundred meters away from him atop a dragon like creature she used as her companion. An annoyed growl echoed from Battra’s mandibles, its horn sparking with power as it considered vaporizing the dark Elias, Belvera, where she flew.

    “Look, can we skip the whole blame thing?”

    Battra’s horn discharged an orange bolt in response, arching right of Belvera as it blasted a chunk into the cave’s walls and sent Garu-Garu into a panic. The mechanical being screeched in surprise, its wings flapping chaotically until Belvera kicked the dimwitted android, bringing it back under her control. As she looked back at Battra, her eyes rolled with disdain.

    “Okay, fine. I’m… sorry you took offense to me looking for another guardian.”

    Another bolt arched left of Belvera from Battra’s horn, overtaking the pair in sparks and powerful winds. Garu-Garu spun in the air in confusion, its flight far more controlled yet still unable to stay composed while Battra’s monstrous laugh echoed.

    “Okay, twice!” Belvera screamed in frustration while Garu-Garu leveled out. As she focused on Battra, a sinister smile appeared overtaking the annoyance she felt moments ago. “You know, I wouldn’t have to if someone wasn’t hiding for all those years. What, nearly dying to Godzilla make the great Battra chicken?”

    A furious screech from Battra caused harsh winds to flow past Belvera, yet her smile remained intact. Her head tilted to the side, enjoying the moment for as long as she could.

    “Recovering? So should I expect you’ll resurrect in a thousand years like when you were killed by a single Mothra?”

    The ground shook as Battra slammed its front legs against the cavern floor. The vengeful guardian’s eyes burned with fury as its horn channeled immense energy. One bolt, Battra thought as it continued to stare at Belvera, one bolt would end eons of this relentless torture.

    Belvera smirk grew while she rested her head in her hands as her elbows lay across Garu-Garu’s head. “Kill me and I’ll just reincarnate. And would you want one, maybe two of me that ask you routinely to,” Belvera’s hands lifted with her right as well as left index and middle fingers bending, “help the world?”

    Battra’s horn diminished in brightness while its mandible parted to echo a low growl of irritation.

    “Thought so. Now it pains me, but I need your help. Not sure… hey!”

    The cavern shook as Battra’s elongated form retracted into a spherical shape with its legs pointed inward while its head rested upon his tail. Color diminished within its eyes as the yells of Belvera echoed around it.

    “Wake up! You can’t ignore me! Battra! Ba-ttra! 

    Belvera mercilessly kicked Garu-Garu as her calls fell on uncaring ears. The android squealed in pain until the priestess’ head fell into her right hand. Belvera’s fingers massaged her forehead as she thought for a second until she yelled, “Ok, don’t care! I don’t really either! Apparently, the world’s at risk, and I wouldn’t mind seeing it burn. What has it done for us?”

    Battra’s head rose, turning once more to face Belvera.

    “I can’t stand the usual pair of Mothra sheep. They’re all just one note, goody goodies. Nothing interesting about them or any of their past lives. But sure enough the two that are somewhat interesting and I can barely tolerate are in danger. And if they go, that means Leo goes and that means you might have to,” Belvera’s hands lifted once more with her index and middle finger bending on both hands, “protect the Earth again. So, you coming or not?”


    San Francisco – Shin Earth

    The stars shone brightly upon the apocalyptic city under the night sky, illuminating a world in color that reminded Nick and Audrey of their own world. Nick lay stretched out on old cushions and fabric sprawled across the aging tile floor, the glass which once littered the space pushed into a pile to his left. Audrey’s head lay across Nick’s chest, her eyesight, like his, gazing through broken windows to the skies above.

    “We’ll need to move back into the building at some point, can’t risk us staying out here in the open.”

    “Way to be a buzzkill with such a great view. Know any constellations?” Audrey inquired.

    A brief cough echoed from Nick before he wiped his lips and started to speak with a weaker than normal voice, “Two dippers. Can’t say where they are.”

    Audrey’s left index finger pointed toward the sky. “I’d say somewhere in that direction.”

    Nick chuckled briefly only for it to switch to a harsh cough. His head turned away, allowing blood to splatter across his arm. As his breathing steadied, Nick turned back toward Audrey, her face slightly pale with worry. 

    “Is it worse?” Of course it is. He’s been in an irradiated city for a week. I should be thankful he’s not glowing.

    Nick nodded in approval. “Yeah, but you shouldn’t be affected if we go back tomorrow.”

    Audrey raised her head off of Nick’s chest, turning to face him directly. “I’m not worried about me. I’ll be fine but… how bad are you? And I want the summary, not a lecture.”

    “Minor symptoms started three days after I arrived here. Unsure the exposure level, if its this location or maybe a contaminated area I passed while exploring the city. My guess is its early signs of  a contagion which is preying on my weakened immune system. Speaking of which, no noticeable symptoms on the radiation front.”

    Audrey head fell upon Nick’s chest once more. “I guess you have Zilla to thank for such a high tolerance.”

    “Actually I have a hypothesis that his body absorbs far more than it produces. Waters around New York are less radioactive than those in D.C., Boston, and Baltimore by at least ninety-nine percent. Couple this with…”

    Audrey’s hand covered Nick’s mouth, her gaze squarely on her husband’s face. “Just let me enjoy the view.”

    Nick’s muffled voice stopped as he sighed, forming a grin under Audrey’s palm, gently taking it off his face. “Alright, you win,” Nick lightly chuckled as he gazed back up to the stars. 

    Not having to worry about what terrible beasts lurked outside, or even about his own health, Nick felt at peace, he was just glad to finally not be alone anymore. Soon Nick was struggling to keep his eyes open, he felt drained from the sickness, and decided to succumb to his exhaustion.

    Audrey smirked as she heard her husband’s light snoring, it was music to her ears. She had missed this feeling of intimacy and comfort. She tried to stay awake, wanting to savor every little moment she had with Nick, but she too found it difficult to stay conscious, and slowly drifted into a calm rest.


    U.S.S. Cowpens – Earth

    Elsie Chapman leaned off the railing of the U.S.S. Cowpens in anticipation of the anomalies’ awakening under the moonlit night, allowing her red hair to flow across her face from the winds of the sea. Her right hand’s fingers danced across the railing, her mind racing with worry, anticipation, and intrigue of her team’s return from both anomalies. A sudden clang reverberated to the biologist’s right. Elsie’s eyes looked to the men next to her, specifically an officer dancing across the deck in panic as he scanned the area for something. 

    Hey human!” a feminine voice yelled.

    Elsie took a step backward in response. The biologist glanced around the walkway, watching male naval officers stuck on the night shift, patrol the deck or surround their speechless friend, but no female appeared in sight. With a slow forming grin, Elsie leaned against the railing once more and thought aloud, “Telepath I take it?”

    Stupid human, I’m speaking with you telep… Glad to see the females of your kind are smarter than you appear. Where is Moll?”

    Elsie’s left eye twitched in annoyance. “Great, now I have to deal with this. And to whom am I speaking too?”

    The great and powerful Belvera. Elder sister of the Elias Moll and Lora. Grand priestess of Battra.”

    “And most humble I take it,” Elsie snickered aloud so Belvera could not hear.

    So, where did my sister and Mothra go?”

    She ventured through the white anomaly yesterday. You should be careful…”

    Human!” Belvera yelled within Elsie’s mind causing the biologist to cover her ears via reflex. “Continue to scurry on your raft. I need nothing more of you.”

    The sound of men running attracted Elsie’s attention as officers sprinted past her to their posts. Elsie’s head tilted slightly to the right in thought, thinking over her brief conversation before he eyes went wide and her head gradually tilted upward. Soaring through the pitch dark sky, the monstrous, illuminated wings of an insectoid creature soared a few miles above the ocean’s surface.

    Oh right. Priestess of… Battra.

    Battra’s wings of purple, orange and black turned vertical, revealing sharp, crimson eyes and a crown of golden horns as the dark Mothra plummeted toward the sea. At the last second, the guardian pulled up, unleashing a shockwave of monstrous winds across the U.S.S. Cowpens before Battra flew directly for the white anomaly. Faster and faster the creature propelled itself. Its eyes narrowed, its majestic wings created sonic booms from the sheer force of its flaps while its six legs curled beneath his abdomen. 

    With a mighty screech Battra struck the white anomaly. 

    A sickening crack followed. 

    The white anomalies’ interior bent to Battra’s impact, sparking uncontrollably as the glass like fragments of its interior condensed. Echoing the sound of muffled thunder, Battra’s body rebounded off the tear and struck the outer edge of the caldera beneath it. A moment of silence took hold as a plume of the blackest dust shrouded the white and black anomalies, followed by the painful wails of Battra as it lay on its backside in a confused daze.

    While men continued to run in panic across the vessel, Elsie remained still, showcasing a smirk she could only pray the priestess could see. 

    You knew, didn’t you?” Belvera’s bitter voice inquired. 

    Sorry, I assumed as an all powerful divine being you knew it wouldn’t open for another few hours. In the meantime, I think your god may have a concussion.”    

    “How dare you! You will suffer for your… wait, is that… why is he here!”

    Elsie continued to snicker before she finally inquired in thought, “Ahh, yes let’s make this a three way call. I don’t mind.

    Silence remained for a few moments, drawing Elsie’s gaze to the island. “You there, hello?” Elsie’s mind remained silent, drawing a sigh from the biologist before she took a few steps away from the railing and walked into the U.S.S. Cowpens to check on Major Anthony Hick’s medical status. 


    San Francisco – Shin Earth

    Unconsciousness gradually faded, tempting Audrey to open her eyes and face the reality around her. Her eyes split for just a moment, gazing out the front of the compound’s shattered windows to see the sun splitting a few dark clouds in the distance. Her eyes quickly shut, letting loose an annoyed sigh before tightening her grip of Nick, digging her head deeper into his chest that was covered by a grey shirt.

    How could she end such a peaceful moment? For every sunset at the edge of a carrier, kiss on her wedding day or quiet moment of reprieve with the one she loved with all her heart, a new terror would emerge and risk them both. Mutated birds from another age, imperious invaders of another world, egotistical enemies which longed for recognition; all tried to end them both and yet they survived another day. Audrey smiled as she felt her husband’s chest moving up and down as he breathed. The blonde woman kept her eyes shut, allowing her troubles to fade just for the moment while the sun reflected off her face.

    Nothing else mattered.

    The sun across her face faded, bringing with it a swift breeze with a foul smell. Audrey’s thoughts were quickly ruined with her face turning to disgust. Her eyes opened once more, bolting apart as she noticed a massive eye parallel to the window. Nick gradually awakened too, his eyes widened in fear as he took notice of the monolithic eye and the scars which surrounded it. 

    Drool leaked from the monster’s maw. His pupil dilated in on the tiny scraps which registered his presence. For the Big One, it was time to feed.

    “Run!” Nick yelled, bolting up with his wife, running with her into the facility at breakneck speed. 

    Audrey glanced behind her as she turned the corner, watching the front half of the outpost vanish into the jaws of the creature. Steel, insulation, and wires flung into the air, falling from the Skullcrawler’s maw as he picked apart what he chewed on with his tongue.

    Moll and Lora moved toward the couple as they bolted into the room.

    “He’s here…” Audrey dreadfully said as another tremor rocked the structure, causing the humans and the Elias to tremble in place.

    “We don’t have much further to run,” Nick stated with his breathing labored, “he’s consuming… the building.”

    The Big One let out his trademark, grotesque sounding roar, spitting out the rubble in his jaws. His prey escaped his bite, but it mattered little, they couldn’t hide any longer! The Skullcrawler raised his head from the non-existent front of the building, placed his left longest claw on the roof of the compound, and pushed down on the building, going through it like a knife through butter.

    Audrey let out a terrified gasp as the monster’s claw breached their hideout, landing not far from the group, crushing the computer Nick had used to research the kaiju who roamed this Earth. Hundreds of sapphire moths took to the air in response, fluttering through the hole from the beast’s claw and filling the airspace above the creature’s head.

    Audrey repeatedly tapped on Nick’s arms in her own panic before grabbing one and hurriedly moving next to Lora and Moll, picking each up. Without hesitation Audrey bolted into another room. It, anywhere had to be safer than where they stood!

    The Skullcrawler licked his maw with his lengthy tongue, unleashing a mighty roar which flung the moths away from his forehead. Clear to do as he pleased, he clutched the roof with his claw, beginning to peel it as if it were a can. His stomach ached as his unsustainable quest for food would be coming to an end for the moment, the reptile was more than excited to chomp down on the prey residing within the compound.

    They would be his meal, no matter what.

    Nick held Audrey tight in the corner of the furthest room within the facility, shaking as the beast’s claw smashed once more into the room they hid within. Metal groans resonated within the walls as the structure struggled to stay standing, creaking as the claw ripped a few floors away with ease. Nick’s mind raced with every second, he needed to find a way out. 

    We can’t go outside. Any escape over open ground with its size and speed, impossible. Hide? The building shook, the claw piercing the structure’s roof once more. No, hiding inside will prolong the inevitable.  Either it will find us or the building will collapse on top of us. Maybe we could make it to the front, I can grab my gun and distract it long enough for

    Audrey jabbed her elbow into Nick’s abdomen. Nick brought his hand to his mouth as he coughed, blood pelted his skin as his head felt light. 

    “Why did you…” Nick whined only for Audrey to retort, “Sorry Nick, you were in a daze. I needed to snap you out of it! Just listen!”

    “She’s here,” Moll and Lora stated in unison. 


    An ancient call reverberated through the city, shaking buildings and frightening the miniature Skullcrawlers into their burrows. The Big One’s eyes shifted focus and he removed his long claw from the man made burrow, turning to face the direction of the sound. A bright, red object appeared over the horizon, growing slowly in size as it neared the city. Squinting his reptilian eyes, the Skullcrawler took a few steps toward the object, distinguishing the shape of the approaching creature.

    Too small to be the dragonfly from the previous day. Maybe the other bug, the one that disappeared into thousands of lights.. Had it returned? But the glow… only one monster glowed as it did; the MUTO.

    Crimson did the parasite glow as he scurried away from certain death. His claws cutting into the Big One’s flesh as he retreated to the ice floating on the salt filled water, leading to the confrontation with… Godzilla.

    The Skullcrawler’s tail slashed across the outpost in fury. His old wounds flared with pain.

    It might have molted into a different evolutionary stage, but the reptile didn’t care. Whatever flew toward him would perish within his jaws. Once its blood satiated him, be it an old or new insect, he would return and consume the other pests in his domain.

    Mothra soared across the cloud filled sky, flapping her illuminated wings as they turned from a fiery red to a cerulean blue. The call originated from the ravaged human settlement, and she needed to find the beings who uttered the unusual call. Standing menacingly in her way, a Titan of destruction awaited her arrival, an ancient monster that slayed the mighty King of Skull Island. Its name forgotten to all, but the few scattered Titans remaining across the planet. Ramarak. 

    The gigantic moth heard the Skullcrawler bellow a challenge. She sensed rage in him. A lot of rage. Feelings of vengeance and hunger cluttered the Ramarak’s subconscious. It’s unnatural quest for hunger and revenge meant there was no avoiding the reptilian menace, it had to be disposed of else it could end the lives which called her, to end some of the very last life left on the planet. And to allow death to vanquish any more life was a line Mothra would not allow to be crossed.

    This was her chance at redemption for failing this world.

    This would be her moment of triumph.

    Mothra shrieked back at Ramarak, accepting his challenge as her sharp pincers raised above her head, her wings flapping again as she gained speed, ready to plunge into the beast for the good of the Earth.

    The two-legged lizard snarled with ravenous glee and quickly moved his front legs in the humongous bug’s direction, swaying his body back and forth as both Titans accelerated toward the other. This wasn’t the MUTO, no, it was Mothra. But did it really matter? In the end, a bug would die within its jaws!


    Far above the nearing creatures, two malicious red eyes pierced through the clouds with curiosity. Megaguirus’ sensed some radiant power within the new arrival, far more than the lizard the moth currently engaged in combat. She might kill the victor and take their power for herself. She might wait to see if more prey arrived to investigate the echo. Either way, once her true prize reformed into its original form, unrivaled power and vengeance would be hers. 


    Mothra grabbed Ramarak’s front legs as they nearly collided. The snake-like monster attempted to grab at the guardian, but her pincers got to his hands first, embedding them deep into the Big One’s hide. The serpentine creature tried to snap his jaws at Mothra’s face, but the insectoid maneuvered her relatively small body away, landing atop a decayed outlet mall with its wings extended. As the Skullcrawler shifted its gaze, it noticed two familiar eyes on the moth’s wings gazing down upon him. Eyes of the King of the Monsters, breaker of his body, and monster he loathed most in the world, even greater than starvation.

    Mothra kept its wings fully extended, hoping the beast would retreat from the display across her wings, but as it charged in fury, a stinger gradually extended from her abdomen. 

    If Ramarak would not flee, she would not hesitate to kill him.  

    Mothra propelled herself forward at full speed with her thorax extended as she tried to stab the reptile with her stinger, which proved to be more difficult than she thought as its whip-like tail evaded swiftly. Mothra chirped in annoyance, spinning one-hundred and eighty degrees as she failed to get a killing blow into her opponent, but as the beast stopped next to a nearly fallen structure, Mothra noticed a perfect opportunity.

    The guardian flapped her wings to get a burst of speed before ramming into the Skullcrawler. Air vented from Ramarak’s  jaws as it struck the structure behind him. Glass and debris flew across the desolate land, causing the reptile to bellow in pain as sharp pieces of glass and concrete stabbed into his back. 

    Mothra let out a terrifying shriek as she readied her stinger, flying toward the reptile as he stayed in place. The Big One watched the gigantic moth getting closer to him, deciding for the right moment to strike.

    With her foe immobile, Mothra reached her target and launched her thorax into the Skullcrawler… only to chirp in agony as she felt the jaws of the reptilian Titan clamp down on her lower half. 

    Mothra’s stinger flailed next to the Big One’s left eye, but he cared little for the weapon as he tasted the insectoid’s blood for the first time. Warm, savory, he needed mor-

    Mothra’s stinger curved and thrust forward, striking the left eye socket of Ramarak. The Big One cried out in horror as he felt his eyeball lose sight, allowing Mothra to retreat with the beast’s face hooked with her pincers. Mothra pulled herself off of the building, taking the Skullcrawler with her as she flapped her wings, and brought her secondary claws down upon the top Skullcrawler’s skull. The stubborn reptilian snarled as she cut and pierced the thick head he had, causing small amounts of red liquid to leak out, before the creature slammed into the man-made structures below. 

    Dirt and concrete flew up as the Skullcrawler crashed onto the ground, causing him to howl in pain in his crater as he tried to see clearly with his only good eye, one covered by three scars of his previous engagement.


    Megaguirus relished the wails of the Skullcrawler. It seemed like the reptilian Titan would soon perish. The opportunistic predator smirked in amusement. Of course, only after she drained the life out of him.


    Ramarak growled as he arose, his front legs shaking in pain. Even with blood flowing down his body and his eye lost, he repressed any instinct to flee. If he could not defeat an insect, how could he kill the King? No, as the cyan glow of Mothra’s wings approached, the Big One unleashed an arrogant roar and charged.

    The guardian screeched at the defiant reptile, warning him to leave, or else the results would be fatal, but the Big One snapped his jaws forward. Mothra evaded right, barely soaring over a few dozen rooftops before driving her pincers into a building and launching herself forward.

    Ramarak’s tail smashed downward, but missed Mothra as she evaded underneath the strike and landed atop the beast’s back. Four pincers jabbed into the monster’s backside, eliciting a cry of pain, but before she could thrust her stinger, the Big One jumped backward. Mothra screeched in surprise before the city trembled as thirty thousand tons of reptilian flesh crashed down upon it.

    The Big One gradually rolled off the fallen moth. Mothra desperately attempted to roll over, to ascend back into the sky, but Ramarak’s right arm kept her wing pinned to the ground. 

    Wanting to feast upon its innards, the Skullcrawler moved its jaws close merely for Mothra’s stinger to graze his elongated jaws. Annoyed at the act of defiance, the Skullcrawler turned and smashed its tail down upon the guardian. Each hit shook the city while a cry of anguish echoed from Mothra. As a final hit embedded her head into the ground, Mothra remained silent.


    Megaguirus tilted its head from side to side, deciding if it should intervene when a silent, black blur fell from the clouds beside her. Red eyes pivoted to the new creature, curious if it sensed her presence, but with its trajectory for the battling pair below, Megaguirus let loose a near silent screech of relief. 

    Minimal power. 

    Smaller in size. 

    A new monster to add to the eventual slaughter. 


    Mothra kept her head stagnant, waiting patiently for the drooling beast to make its move and attempt to bite her so she could spear its neck with her stinger. The Big One’s maw moved gradually toward her, as if to test if she was faking her apparent defeat, but a sudden, repetitive chittering echoed above the pair. Before the Skullcrawler could turn, two hooked appendages grabbed ahold of its head and violently yanked it backward. The reptilian terror stumbled off of Mothra’s wing, allowing the guardian to arise as the new creature plummeted in front of her. 

    The winged arrival shook the dust off of its body, its red-visor like eye focused squarely on the Skullcrawler. At least twice Mothra’s size, excluding the wings, and coated with a black exoskeleton; the Male MUTO let loose an ominous growl, standing upon its two thin, back legs before extending its wings and screeching at the Skullcrawler of its demise. The Male pivoted its head to Mothra who cautiously backed away from the new arrival only to unleash a clicking noise of support as if to say, he came in peace. With no worry of the moth thinking he meant her harm, the Male glanced back to the Skullcrawler.

    How many years had passed since the day they met in the subterranean tunnels of Russia? Since the Big One devoured the Female’s killer in a single gulp and attempted to make him its next meal. The battle felt like another lifetime, even if only a few short years and judging by the Big One’s increased size, the reptile had not spent it idly by. But then again, neither had he.

    To the shock of Mothra, the Male burst forth, charging on all fours towards Ramarak. Accepting the Male’s suicidal charge, the Skullcrawler burst forth as well, its maw wide open to bite the parasite in half. As the duo neared the reptile’s jaws flung upward, expecting the Male to attempt to jump on its back, but as the last second the Male ducked and slammed his bulk into the beast. The Skullcrawler yelped in surprise, falling backward as the Male jumped atop him, slammings its dagger-like appendages into his exposed underbelly. 

    After drawing blood, the Male tried to impale its left appendage through the beast’s jaws merely for a tail to smash into his cranium and launch him into a row of structures. The MUTO shook his head side to side, emitting a few high pitch noises as he gathered his focus before the Skullcrawler’s tongue wrapped around his neck. 

    With a mighty heave, the Big One reeled the MUTO into his maw. The beast’s jaws snapped shut, but the claws of the MUTO kept the grip from becoming one with death. The Male struggled to breath and hold the Skullcrawler’s jaws open. Every second meant an inch closer to death as hot, saliva dropped atop the Male’s head. With a defiant screech, the Male clamped down upon the tongue with its own jaws, causing a booming screech to echo from the depths of the Big One. The Male tore flesh as he jettisoned backward, blood washing over him as he landed safely outside the beast’s grasp. As the Male steadied himself upon bloodsoaked arms, the Big One roared in frustration, slammed his right leg down and charged forward once more.


    Audrey and Nick pushed with all their might, knocking down a door and allowing light to shine in on their sealed room. Each sucked down air as if inhaling it for the first time. Audrey stumbled onto the parking lot while Nick fell to his knees, shaking violently and attracting Audrey’s attention. 

    Blood dripped out of Nick’s mouth. His hands shook even as he applied pressure on the ground. Audrey moved to pick him up, but the scientist swung his head in disapproval. He needed more time, a realization which scared him to his core.

    Audrey knelt beside her husband, smiling and rubbing his back. She could feel the increased temperature of his body, the sweat, his skin even in the sun, a shade of pale she hardly recognized. A disease now held Nick in his clutches and Audrey was helpless to assist. Gradually, her gaze shifted to the Elias who stared off into the heavens at the new Mothra. 

    “She is beautiful,” Lora stated in awe of the guardian’s radiance. “She reminds me of the Mothra of the old stories, the kind with skin as resilient as stone.”

    Moll nodded. “Even if small, let us hope she is enough to defeat Megaguirus.”

    “Hey!” Audrey yelled at the pair causing them to stare at her with confusion. “Enough staring, you need to get your moth back and we need to leave!” Audrey’s gaze shifted back to her husband. “Nick, we need to find a bus or something in town so Mothra can carry us out. Can you walk?”

    Nick nodded, emitting sounds of pain as he pushed himself back to his feet. With his first step he fell, falling into Audrey’s support. 

    “Thank you, Audrey,” Nick mumbled with a raspy voice. 

    The Elias joined their hands in unison. A song of prayer began to echo into the heavens, one pleading for their god to arise one final time and defeat the evil that lurked around them. From all corners of the city, tiny moths began to take flight as their god prepared to battle once more.


    Mothra circled the pair as the MUTO and Ramarak rolled across the man-made structures, awaiting an opening to make her move, but growing increasingly frustrated by the MUTO’s actions.

    Why face Ramarak, a beast of incredible size, with sheer strength? Why not use its wings and keep to the sides. She remembered MUTOs over her hundreds of lifetimes, and this one fought unlike any before. To braziningly face a monster nearly three times its size without a second thought, it acted less like it’s kind and more like…

    Mothra stopped its flight in mid-air, its head tilting to the left. 

    Could he know, no… Godzilla’s reign ended when the world consumed itself in chaos and he allowed the other titans to fall. Why would he abandon the Earth and give protection to a MUTO of all…

    The echo, the call which attracted Mothra to the city resonated through the heavens once more, capturing her as well as the other monsters’ attention. Ramarak hissed in rage. The Male MUTO chirped in awe. Skullcrawlers across the city screeched at the blinding light, but the legendary Mothra of their world remained silent, watching in amazement another of her kind take shape before her eyes. 

    Far larger than her, this new Mothra with rainbow tinted wings materialized from light. Its gaze shifted to her, but instead of a welcome or introduction its chirped echoed only a single feeling, fear. 

    A faint buzz filled the air and with it, Leo dodged right as a black blur slammed into the ground sending a plume of dust into the heavens. As the dirt fell, another monster took shape within the cloud, one that couldn’t take its crimson eyes off of Leo’s form. Megaguirus screeched into the air of its murderous intentions, and swept its gaze across the battlefield. 

    It was time to hunt and all would become her prey. 

    Megaguirus’s form became nothing more than a transparent afterimage. An all consuming buzzing sound drowned all other noise before Megaguirus reappeared behind Leo, slamming the guardian against a city block. Her stinger retracted to impale the insect, but the other Mothra slammed into her from the side. Megaguirus fell forward, but as Mothra launched her pincers outward, they passed through a fresh after image, stopping just above Leo’s head as a haunting screech echoed. 

    A pincer nearly the size of her body grabbed ahold of Mothra’s wing from behind, dragging her backward at a speed she could not comprehend. A plume of dust engulfed Mothra’s body as she flattened a city block before Megaguirus turned to face the MUTO. The parasite screeched menacingly, flaring its wings in an intimidation as his claws began to glow crimson, but for the queen, she felt no fear from the meager creature as she once again fazed out of view. 

    Energy built up with the MUTOs claws. His muscles tense to act whenever the strike would come. His gaze quickly scanned the horizon, noting the destroyed landscape, his allies and… The MUTO stopped a moment, searching for a specific, bipedal creature. With no sign of the beast, curiosity shifted to concern. Where was the Big One?

    A plume of water exploded on the outskirts of San Francisco’s bay. Ramarak’s head burst to the surface, roaring in anger while it desperately tried to stay afloat merely to sink below the waves. Bubbles continued to rise to the surface where Megaguirus looked on with apathy at the struggling creature.  

    Whether the monster would reach the beach or drowned under the water mattered little to the Queen. Its non-existent power reduced the hulking reptilian to a meager distraction, nothing more. With no worry of it attacking her, Megaguirus faded into an after-image once more.

    The MUTO kept on guard with every step, warily waiting for Megaguirus or the Skullcrawler to appear. As a buzz filled its ears, the Male spun merely for a pincer to slam downward into its skull. A high pitched screech followed by a low growl echoed from the dazed MUTO as Megaguirus picked up the creature to drain it of its power. The ease of the action brought a prideful grin to Megaguirus’s twisted face. 

    Speed. No other characteristic mattered more to Megaguirus. It gave her the edge in combat, to dodge every attack and surprise her opponents without even trying. This is what made her the dominant life form. The apex predator for all creatures foolish enough to harbor power. The true terror residing in the sk-

    A plume of earth encompassed Megaguirus in an instant. The MUTO’s body flew away from the shockwave, rolling like a ragdoll until sense finally returned to the creature. The Male arose, shaking off dirt which caked his skin and looked where Megaguirus once resided. As concrete, rubble and dirt left the air, two forms gradually took shape amidst the impact zone in a growing sea of flames. 

    Crimson wings lined with fire dripped molten residue upon the fractured earth, scorching the surface of the city. Avian eyes looked upon Megaguirus who hovered just above, her face overflowing with fury from his surprise attack. The reptile’s blood boiled with excitement, its head tilting from one side to another before a screech echoed from its beak. The Fire Demon of Earth, Rodan, was impressed by the bug’s agility. Without any further hesitation, Rodan propelled itself toward Megaguirus to begin their battle while she dodged to the left, apathy and rage coursing through its veins. 

    Another monster! Another beast which lacked power to siphon to stop her from feeding! And a beast of somewhat decent speed as well… No matter, she would just kill or lure it away like the other dimwitted-

    Rodan pivoted right, extending his talons so they could latch onto Megaguirus’s tail. The Fire Demon burst forth with his opponent in his grasp, allowing Megaguirus to barrel through a few ruined city blocks before Rodan swung his wings downward, forcing scalding winds to bath the Queen’s form while he jettisoned to a high altitude in a single move. 

    Megaguirus bolted upward, screeching in rage, and watched the nuisance perform a loop so it could dive bomb her again. The draconic insect’s eyes twitched in furor. No more distractions! No more pests! This new demon of her sky would disappear with a display of her wrath!

    Megaguirus summoned all the raw power she absorbed throughout the past day beneath her wings, shielding it from the Fire Demon’s view. Emerald energy swirled beneath her rapidly fluttering appendages while her eyes focused on Rodan’s quickly approaching form. Energy sparked across the sphere until Megaguirus tilted her frame upward and launched the ball of raw power toward the approaching saurian.

    Rodan’s eyes focused on Megaguirus, ignoring the ball of energy she launched toward him and focused on how it was propelled. At the last second before the sphere reached impact, Rodan extended his wings and swung them downward with all his monstrous strength. A sonic boom, unrivaled in comparison, forced the sky to tremble in its presence. Superheated winds which could humble a hurricane tore through the city, catching any flammable materials alight, while Megaguirus and the city block around her smashed to the ground from the shockwave. The Queen moaned in frustration until her energy ball, redirected from the winds, collided and engulfed her body with an unparalleled explosion.

    San Francisco quaked uncontrollably from the detonation. Skullcrawlers exited their burrows in fright as some of the underground tunnels collapsed. The subterranean creatures scattered in all directions, some retreating as the discovered either Mothras, the MUTO, or Rodan while others froze in shock at another sight. 

    Within a smoking crater, Megaguirus’ body twitched with the faintest hint of life. The reptiles looked to one another, drool pouring from their mouths and ravenously lunged atop their new found prey. Claws slashed on the surface of the Queen’s exoskeleton, causing blood to slowly ooze out. Megaguirus growled at the constant fury of scratches and bites which hammered her weakened body. Despite her reign of terror and unquenchable lust for power, for once, the Queen felt vulnerable. 

    She lost against her prey. 

    She lost her remaining power.

    She was no longer feared by them.

    Megaguirus lost.

    All she could do was run.

    Megaguirus flapped her wings as fast as she could, launching the miniature creatures which covered her body high into the air even with her wings notably slower speed. With a plume of dust and Skullcrawlers, the defeated queen ascended toward the sky as her combatants watched her making her escape. Mothra Leo unleashed a rallying cry to his allies, knowing the danger of letting the Queen escape, while Rodan unleashed a screech of intrigue. 

    The bug still lived? Then their skirmish was far from over. 

    Rodan was the first to take to the skies, as he let out a high pitched roar and scorched the ruins beneath his wings with fiery winds. The Mothra of his universe sped off behind him, hoping to put down the threat once and for all, but she ensured a safe distance while Leo flew right behind her in support.

    Watching the trio ascend into the sky, the MUTO pondered its actions for a moment. The thrill of battle gradually coursed through the young beast and while he felt no personal vendetta against the Meganula queen like the others, he wouldn’t sit idly by like he had for so many years, especially with the Big One missing for the moment. With a thunderous clap of its wings, the titan followed his allies into the aerial chase. 

    Megaguirus flew through the ruined city, trying to outrun her aggressors, but she soon found them gaining on her. The Meganula queen knew if she were to survive, she would have to find someway to occupy them. Her huge red eyes scanned the ruined city, seeing if anything could be used as a tool to solve her predicament. 

    After what felt like an eternity, the queen saw her opportunity. A large tower, nearly greyed out from the decay, with remnants of red and white color on it. Megaguirus made her way to the tower and stopped. As she then hovered in front of it, she unleashed a mocking screech to the four which pursued her. 

    Rodan’s wings flapped ever faster as he prepared to tear the queen apart, Mothra separated her pincers and the Male’s appendages began to glow crimson; however, Leo’s flight slowed as he felt something was off. 

    She was too smart to battle them all again. Why would his rival stop? 

    Megaguirus watched as the flaming pterodactyl zoomed toward her, his eyes staring down at his future dead challenger. The Meganula queen kept track of the approaching Fire Demon, knowing her predatory rival’s lust for death would lead to his downfall. All she needed to do was wait… 

    Leo observed the insect queen’s small movements, her wing’s increasing speed, and wondered what she was planning, but before he could even grasp the reality of the situation the embers on Rodan’s wings were creating an orangish-red glow on the ruined tower. Rodan propelled itself forward, its beak agape to devour the Queen merely for Megaguirus to fly almost instantaneously above the Fire Demon. Rodan smirked in amusement at the aerial maneuver, spinning one-hundred and eighty degrees just as fast so his talons could skewer the Queen. 

    Did she think she could outmaneuver him, the fearsome Rodan, in the air? Foolish titan. 

    Megaguirus’ eyes narrowed, her wings hundreds of afterimages condensing into one sweeping motion which propelled downward as Rodan’s talons neared her underbelly. A blinding shockwave erupted beneath the Queen before the pressure launched Rodan through the building beneath him. The tower lit up like a christmas tree as it erupted in flames, the rubble immediately collapsing on top of the Fire Demon, forcing Rodan to veer off into several buildings. All of which resulted in the charred remains to collapse on the flaming titan.

    Mothra screeched in surprise, changing course at the last second, but falling for the same mistake as the Fire Demon. The agile moth hit the bottom half of the collapsing tower, completely annihilating it. As the guardian came to a sudden, climactic halt, Mothra collapsed onto the partially buried Rodan. Not even a second went by before she started screaming in anguish; the small insect’s right wing engulfed in flames as did her legs. 

    Mothra Leo and the MUTO stopped in their tracks, noticing the city ruins set ablaze and the monsters buried under fire and rubble. They looked back at Megaguirus, seemingly giving them a devilish grin. Smiling at the screams of her victims were emitting. The two remaining combatants knew only one thing can be accomplished and that whatever happened, Megaguirus had won. 

    Without even giving a moment to spare, Mothra Leo sped off to subdue the fire. He unleashed gusts of hurricane force winds on the pair, even if he hated the idea of letting Megaguirus go for a second. The new Mothra’s life mattered more than vendetta against the queen. The Male MUTO eyed the Meganula queen as Megaguirus seemingly kept her sadistic smile. The black and red titan knew that Leo’s choice was the right one, but he still wanted to tear the insect queen apart. However, that time wasn’t now.

    The Male MUTO sped off to help rescue Mothra while the Queen once again took to the skies, leaving the ruined city behind. She felt safety running through her whole body, and even though the feeling comforted her, she still felt disgusted with herself for having to retreat from such primitive prey. 

    Before she could ponder on her failure any further, her senses drew her to the horizon. Clouds dotted the red sky across the San Francisco bay area, but in the distance, the sky drew black until it phased into a solid wall. A hurricane neared, far larger than any the Queen ever experienced. But within its wrath, a power surged. Its energy unrivaled, its draw insatiable. With such power, she could kill the prey which mocked her and take vengeance on all the creatures, including the cursed moth. Without hesitation, Megaguirus zoomed forward to embrace the coming storm.  

    Megaguirus passed through the storm’s wall which touched the ocean floor and entered a void of hellish fury. Every inch Megaguirus flew through, she was covered in water as if she were at the very bottom of the ocean. Winds battered the Queen to the point even she, a master of flight, struggled to stay airborne. Despite the new obstacles she faced, Megaguirus knew it was more bearable then going against the army that waited for her and worth the power she sensed nearby.

    Megaguirus went to ascend through the pitch black clouds to fly above the hurricane, but a huge bolt of lighting zoomed right past her. The bolt made her flap her wings backward, seemingly terrifying her. Megaguirus growled at herself for being scared of a bolt of lighting that could have grazed her at best. 

    Another bolt zoomed past her, with the queen narrowly dodging it. Megaguirus observed her surroundings as it was still pitch black, but the bolts of lighting were allowing her to see. However, not only to see the path that laid out in front of her, but a silhouette of an object shrouded in shadow, the power she sensed within the storm. 

    Megaguirus eyed the shadowed figure. The Meganulon queen was weak, but if she could get even a fraction of whatever was generating the hurricane’s power, she could overpower any creature which dared to challenge her. No prey would rival her again!

    Megaguirus zoomed toward the shadowed figure, as she noticed the bolts of lighting becoming more and more frequent. The Meganula queen no longer cared about the brief fear she had for them. All that mattered to her was the power that rightfully belonged to her. 

    A bolt of lightning far larger than any which came before tore through her wing. Megaguirus screamed in excruciating pain the bolt caused her, leaving a gaping hole on the right side of her wing. The queen began to feel herself tilt to the right and start to plummet through the storm, but death found her first. 

    Claws pierced her exoskeleton with little resistance. Megaguirus looked up to see the shadowy figure clinging onto her with its powerful feet. Six red eyes lit up in the darkness, glaring at her as if they could see her very soul. Megaguirus let out a low roar of defiance, but the being didn’t care as it observed her. 

    Megaguirus continued to stare back at the group of red eyes, still not giving up with what little strength she had left. The Meganula queen used the entity’s grasp on her to her advantage, as she used her tail to move behind the being. The Meganula queen laughed at the entity and proceeded to impale it through the back with her stinger.

    Prey! All would become this to the mighty queen even-.


    Megaguirus howled in unparalleled pain while a mocking cry echoed from the darkness. Blood erupted from the Queen’s stump of a tail which lacked its stinger and half its original size, acting as a waterfall as blood poured down through the dark clouds. Then, as if the entity was mocking her, the creature’s right head brought her severed tail to her, with it in its mouth. The two other heads of the creature made themselves known as they were cackling at her last ditch effort. 

    The right head of the golden-brown monstrosity took a bite out of her removed tail, seemingly enjoying the taste. The middle head snarled at the right head to drop the body part, but it refused. It still wanted to enjoy its meal and to watch their victim suffer. Too long had they gone without the pure joy of shredding all hope from a monster.

    Not wanting to waste anymore time, the middle head smacked the tail out of the right head’s grasp, forcing it to emit a loud growl. The center head backed by the left head roared in response, making the hungry head back down.

    All three heads turned their attention back to their bloody captive, as it was still wailing in pain. With a final roar of victory, the multi-headed titan relinquished its grasp on Megaguirus, making her plummet through the skies. Electricity formed all around the golden hydra’s body, becoming a glowing beacon in the darkness. 

    If the Titan wished for power, how could they let its request go unanswered?

    For a second, things went silent, until a deafening boom echoed across the hurricane, making it tremble from its creator’s power. 


    Rodan arose from the rubble, shaking off the random embers which ecompased his form. Angry screeches of the fire it created gradually attracted the Fire Demon to the MUTO for which it unleashed a shrill cry to silence the parasite. 

    Why would he, the mighty Fire Demon, care about scorching the worthless insect beside the parasite? They were not allies and as Rodan eyes narrowed on the MUTO, he readied to lunge at the trio to quench his lust for conflict, but a high pitched scream attracted all eyes to the ocean.   

     One by one, the monsters took notice of the wall of clouds of a monstrous storm, which loomed thousands of meters tall, peaking over the horizon. A small fireball burst from the hurricane, its screams of terror rattling every monster’s core. After a few seconds of its petrifying wails, the burning corpse of Megaguirus fell into a freefall, gradually consumed by the darkness like a firefly overcome by a tsunami. Leo flew to his priests who stood on the shoulders of Audrey in the middle of a congested, rusted street. A field of pressure surrounded an entire city block to ensure his priests and the humans protection, but Leo shook as he maintained the field, struggling to maintain the power for such a simple ability. 

    Mothra plummeted to the earth and embedded her pincers deep within the cities’ foundation before she called out for the MUTO to do the same. A series of clicks echoed from the parasite, unsure what was occurring but as Mothra screeched again, the MUTO complied and hunkered down beside her. 

    Ramarak crawled out of the San Francisco bay, violently launching salt water from his gullet. Once he found that flying insect that threw him in the ocean, he would tear it in-

    The hissing in the wind attracted his gaze to the ocean where he noticed hurricane walls concealing the incarnate of death approaching his domain. The reptile’s left eye narrowed, a hiss of concern following suit before he lowered his body. His ravenous hunger and desire for vengeance pushed him to fight many monsters, but what approached inside the storm made those desires cower in terror. 

    Rodan cawed in excitement before he flew valiantly toward the approaching hurricane. Leo, Mothra, Ramarak and the MUTO watched Rodan vanish into the storm’s edge, a cry of agony from the Fire Demon following before the clouds overtook the desolate city of San Francisco, and for many, hope with it.

    Water poured from the heavens like a waterfall. Wind lashed out with destructive fury, tearing most structures off their foundations and flinging them wildly through the air. Lightning increasingly struck the ruined city, burning great swaths of destruction. Then the Titan fell…

    Rodan’s crimson body returned to the city with an earth shattering crash. With the Fire Demon’s return, the storm’s wall washed over the city taking the worst of the storm’s rampage with it. Rain, wind and lightning calmed substantially as the heart of the storm arrived.       

    The sparks of lightning flashed as golden scales glinted brilliantly through the storm above. Those of this earth began to shudder as they witnessed the devil himself descending down upon the battlefield. Leo glared at the descending monstrosity, thoughts of several others of its kind coming to the forefront from his memories.

    Twin spiked tails rattled menacingly as the golden hydra glided to Earth and landed with a city-trembling impact. Three golden heads lifted upward as they surveyed the monsters kneeling under the storm’s rage. 

    They understood their place. Maybe, they would let the feeble monsters live?

    Ghidorah extended their wings to reveal their monolithic size and squash any thought of resistance. Mothra, Ramarak, Rodan; these Titans Ghidorah recollected in their twisted mind, but the parasite and new Mothra brought a malevolent sense of curiosity. They’d ravaged the world dozens of times as it spiraled into decay, how did these Titans evade them? Their method of evasion mattered little now. Compared to them, they all were weaklings, meant to serve and entertain them over the eons or die cowering under their golden heel. Lifting their massive wings into the air, Ghidorah flared them outward as a show of power. All three heads turned skyward and cackled out a call of subjugation, sending a shiver through those still living.

    Ramarak shook as he stared at the leviathan before him. This was a King. One who sought power and the destruction of those whom would go against him. His pride as the largest of his kind came to the forefront of his mind as did he drive to surpass even Godzilla, yet the pure power of this godly terror before him forced him to make his decision. Reluctantly, the Big One began to bow before the golden dragon.

    Rodan arose from the waterlogged crater he found himself in, turning to face Ghidorah. In another lifetime, the fire demon would have flocked with the strongest titan. In another lifetime, the world would still be beautiful and filled with lush nature. Maybe he would have bowed before the golden dragon in either of these lives; however, the constant warfare and the current state of the world had changed him. What was left to live for other than the thrill of combat? No longer would he bow to the strongest Titan in this realm, for they did nothing to prevent the destruction of their world, nor did they ever showcase themselves stronger than he. Screeching, Rodan took to the skies as burning embers flaked off his molten flesh. It mattered not who he fought, the Fire Demon would kill off anything in his path.

     Both Mothras took a look at the giant dragon in front of them. For one, memories of past destroyers came to the forefront of his mind while the other wanted nothing more than to rid this world of the dragon. It seemed that no matter the dimension, as long as the Earth possessed a guardian to ensure peace, a King of Terror would appear to challenge that balance. Leo chittered in hate at the sight of the golden destroyer. The call of subjugation, to hunt and kill everything for the dragon’s amusement filled the pure being with rage. However, he had a job to do. His priests and the humans below were more important than his simple animosity.

    On the other side of the spectrum, Mothra glared at the intergalactic invader. She remembered each and every time they had ever fought. Every single fight, all the lives lost to the wrath of the destroyer. In this age, there was nothing left to protect. However, she had found hope in this desolate world, and she wouldn’t relinquish her new purpose so easily. Mothra roared out as she took to the air, her wings flashing with bright light, emphasizing the massive eyes on her wings. 

    Upon hearing the golden dragon’s call of subjugation, the MUTO reared down on his forelegs. The call was powerful, but he had heard one much stronger and far more impressive that this. He had fought the destroyer, Shin Orga, and dealt the mortal blow that weakened the mutated menace. Screeching out in rebellion to this call, the MUTO lunged forth with claws aimed outward.

     Sharp claws slammed into the golden scales of the world destroyer as the radioactive parasite crashed into the dragon. Surprise struck Ghidorah as its call was interrupted, nearly falling over from the sudden blow. Looking down, the golden hydra quickly snapped his powerful jaws into the hard flesh of the MUTO, dragging the smaller creature upward. A swift flap of his wings launched the two titans skyward as chaos broke loose. The MUTO flapped his wings trying to free himself from his bonds as Ghidorah seemed to grin gleefully. Very quickly, he lifted his lower body and grabbed the parasite, releasing his mouths and slamming it into the ground. With one Titan underfoot, Ghidorah center head roared out for the others to come forth if they dared. The left head began taunting the MUTO below while the right one seemed to be searching the skies.

    Its search quickly came to an end as Rodan slammed his talons into the right head and clapped his burning wings together. The burning hot magma armor covering his wings slammed into the other two heads, dazing them momentarily as he started digging his curved beak into the center neck. The two toppled off the parasite below as the Fire Demon began clawing and biting at the golden destroyer. Golden light flickered and flowed through aurum laced scales as Ghidorah took aim. Twin gravity bolts struck the flaming pterosaur, knocking him off the right head. Ghidorah glared at the beast as he began to absorb the radiation in his surroundings. Lacerations and tears that leaked black blood quickly closed up, healing what little damage the Fire Demon had inflicted. 

    Rodan shook his body as electricity coarsed around the molten armor covering his skin. As he righted himself onto his feet, he felt something begin to wrap around his body. Ramarak roared out as he wrapped his body around the grounded pterosaur. Immediately, he slithered his body around, trapping one of the titan’s powerful wings to his body while facing their faces together. The blistering heat seared the Big One’s unprotected flesh, yet he continued to constrict the avian monster in his grasp. If he could manage to kill the beast quickly, he might prove himself worthy of avoiding an imminent death from the great destroyer. 

    Rodan cackled out as he struggled against the bonds of the subterranean devil. He had thought his volcanic armor would deter the reptile from attacking. Apparently, his body wasn’t hot enough for the creature. The Big One felt Rodan’s inner temperatures begin rapidly rising as flaming embers began to rapidly discharge from each wing. Bearing through the increasing heat, the skullcrawler went to strike its powerful jaws around Rodan’s neck when the creature flapped its one free wing. The resulting force of air flipped the two over allowing the Fire Demon to slam the Big One to the ground. Rodan then began to peck and cut at the reptile’s pale flesh, causing the creature’s blood to boil and steam. As the snake like reptile below cried out in pain, Rodan felt the hold on his body weakening. With it now uncoiling, Rodan acted quickly as he slammed his black beak into the head of the two legged reptile, dazing it long enough for him to grab hold of it and take to the sky.

    Ghidorah glared over at the two battling monsters as they began building up electricity in their body. Staring around their surroundings, they noticed the ancient moth titan hovering protectively over what seemed to be humans. Those tiny creatures that once roamed these lands still lived? One head hungered as it thought back to the various others they had eaten before, another wanted to fight the moth hovering above them. The central head however, decided that their destruction came above all else. Golden energy pulsed toward each maw as Mothra took notice of the destroyer’s eyes. Moments before he could fire, several searing beams of energy slammed into his body causing the dragon to reel back slightly in pain. All three heads turned to find what had attacked him only for Mothra Leo to slam his body into the dragon’s three heads. Leo chirped out in rage as he fluttered above the golden destroyer. Though his energy was weakened, he would still reign hell upon any creature that would dare to threaten his priests. 

    Monster Zero shook its heads as it turned to the moth above it. Well this Mothra seemed more capable than the other, but still… How dare this insignificant insect challenge him! Roaring out, the golden hydra lifted its wings and flapped up into the sky. Leo twisted through the skies as he went to slam into the three headed devil. He noticed a golden trail of light heading toward the dragon’s three heads and stopped in his path. Ghidorah unleashed golden bolts of lighting from each of his maws toward the moth as they continued his flight. The vanguard simply began vigorously flapping his wings sending a cloud of reflective scales into the air. The lightning struck the scales and began to course around each scale creating a storm of scales and lightning. The golden dragon flew directly through the cloud, thinking it was just for show, when the lightning and paralyzing scales began stinging his body. 

    Mothra Leo continued his scale assault upon the dragon, forgetting a key law of motion. Ghidorah’s paralyzed body slammed into the unsuspecting moth causing the two to fall to the desolate ground below. Dust clouds burst outward as the two crashed to the ground. Ghidorah screeched out as it felt the stinging scales trying to restrict his movement as they writhed on the ground. One head managed to overcome the pain and turned to his moth attacker, seeing him struggling to get airborne. Electricity coursed over golden scales as Monster Zero fired their golden beam upon the downed insect. Bolts of lightning coursed through Leo’s body as he struggled to flip himself over. Concentrating his power, he managed to form a small shield against the oncoming lightning, forcing it to veer around the small barrier into the surroundings. 

    Rodan dragged the writhing Skullcrawler into the air, slamming its body constantly into the ground as they flew. Each blow angered the serpentine monster as it attempted to thrash out of its hold. The Fire Demon’s grip was strong however, as the sharp burning talons hooked into the body of the underground devil. Rodan quickly flew upward into the storm as lightning and rain crackled around them. The massive trail of embers and the screeches of the skullcrawler echoed as Rodan suddenly twisted around, diving toward the ground. The ground grew nearer as the fire demon began to spin, dizzying the Big One as he did so. Just as it seemed they would slam into the ground, Rodan spread his wings out and dropped Ramarak, sending the beast into a chaotic spiral across the landscape.. 

    Dust and debris shot into the air as the subterranean beast slammed into a line of decrepit buildings at high speeds. Dazed, the Big One attempted to get to its feet only for Rodan to slam into it. The Fire Demon screeched at the worm beneath him as he slammed the monster’s bony head into the debris. With one down, Rodan quickly began to search for a new fight. 

    Mothra hovered protectively over the humans below her. Watching her surroundings, she searched for any threats that could come near. The smaller Skullcrawlers were of no importance, most having gone into hiding the moment Ghidorah appeared, others lying in wait to ambush their prey. As such, she searched around for any signs of the other titans, finding most downed around the battlefield, though the Fire Demon was nowhere to be seen. The only warning she received was the glowing embers falling in front of her eyes. 

    Mothra quickly twisted her body around as burning talons slammed into her from above. Rodan tackled the majestic moth to the ground, screeching out for blood. Mothra chittered out in rage as she slammed one of her front legs into the molten dinosaur’s face, cutting into the rocklike hide of the creature. The blow knocked back Rodan’s head as Mothra quickly pried herself free from the demons burning grasp. Twisting his head back around, the fire demon lunged forth to tear into the insect’s body. A loud chirp shot from the moth titan’s mouth as a wad of silken webbing shot forth. The strong web pushed back Rodan’s attack as it burst open, trapping his face to his left wing. As the fire demon struggled with his bonds, Mothra quickly pulled herself out of the pterosaurs bulk and took to the skies The sheer heat of Rodan’s flesh soon burned away the strong webbing as he turned to his opponent, finding her flying into the sky. With a loud crack of his wings, the demon took off, not wanting his prey to leave so quickly. 

    In the distance, the MUTO stood upright on its legs, shaking off the dust on its body. Light flickered through its eyes as it searched for the golden dragon. It saw it in the distance on the ground as one head fired a stream of lightning toward one of the moth titans. Flaring its wings, the parasitic mammal charged toward the two and slammed into the right head, stopping the gravity beam at the source. Ghidorah screeched out as the MUTO bit into the right head. Lifting his two claws upward, he stabbed them as deep as possible into the dragon’s chest to keep hold of the massive titan. Quickly, the MUTO began to flap its wings, trying to drag the paralyzed dragon into the sky. This was a mistake however, as the draft of wind created by the parasite’s wings blew off some of the paralyzing scales. 

    The center head realized what a fool this young titan was as the stinging pain covering his head and neck quickly subsided. As the scales on the other heads subsided, the center one was quick to act, snapping at the left head that was about to lick at the scales still covering their body. With that, the center head shot forth and began wrapping itself around the MUTO’s body. Then, as though tensing like a snake ready to kill his prey, he snapped, biting into the parasite’s side. The MUTO screeched out as it felt the sharp teeth piercing his flesh as it was quickly joined by the left head tearing into his forelimb, trying to tear it out of the dragon’s body. The right head struggled as it felt the sharp beak of the parasite digging deeper into its neck just behind its head. 

    Even with two heads biting into his body, the MUTO wouldn’t submit to this false king. As a show of strength, the smaller titan flipped his body and dove into the ground, dragging the dragon’s heads with him and by extension brought the rest of the hydra’s enormous form with it. Though dust obscured their view, the rattling of Ghidorah’s tails did little to comfort the others. Three lengthy heads lifted into the air, with them the bleeding body of the MUTO. With one powerful throw, the dragon sent the smaller titan careening across the battlefield. This did little to stop the parasite as he opened his wings, gliding around to face the dragon. The smaller parasite landed atop a demolished building as he glared defiantly at the devil before him. Lifting up his head, he began to taunt the golden dragon as he took to the air. Insulted, the right head wanted nothing more than to demolish this weakling, while the left head took notice that the other titans were nowhere to be seen. As golden wings unfolded once more, the golden destroyer took to the skies to give chase to the youngster that dared to insult their majesty. 

    Seeing that the dragon was preoccupied, Leo righted himself as he no longer had to deal with blocking the electrical assault. Turning to the skies, he noticed the other of his kind in battle with Rodan. With what little knowledge he knew of this world, he knew that the other Mothra would be better suited to defending the humans from any threats. Lifting off into the air, Leo shot after the two battling titans. 

    Mothra swerved as she evaded yet another swoop of Rodan’s burning body as they battled within the massive hurricane force storm. Lightning crackled in the skies above as she twisted through the dark clouds. Her God Rays may be able to clear most storms, but as long as Ghidorah was in the area, it would always return in full force. Instead, she utilized them to act as a form of barrier between her and the constant electrical forces scattering around her. Between her glowing wings and the flaming embers trailing behind the one born of fire, both knew exactly where the other was in the dark clouds. Seeing glowing embers beneath her, Mothra dove down and went to drive her sharp claws into the fire demon. As she passed through the clouds, her claws slammed not into Rodan’s burning hide as she thought, but struck the confines of a smoldering building the titan had perched on. With her claws stuck, she was left open as Rodan slammed into her from behind, pushing her through the smoldering ruins.

    The fire demon roared out with glee as he readied to slam the supposed Queen of the Monsters into the desolation below. It was not to be however, as rainbow hued bolts of energy slammed into his chest. The searing beams sparked across the volcanic armor coating, forcing the bio-volcanic titan to release his prey. Rodan searched the skies to find the other moth titan charging him with more bolts of energy building up on his head.  

    Mothra slammed into the pavement, thankful that the demon wasn’t there to continue its assault. Standing on her sharp limbs, she looked over at her wings finding small tears and burns along their frames. Flapping, she found that even with those tears, she would still be able to fly. She felt the ground rumble and hissing nearby as the Big One made its way out of the rubble it had been buried under. With determination filling her, the moth goddess readied for another bout with the subterranean devil. 

    In the storm above, the MUTO quickly realized the folly of his plan. Though he was meant for the skies, this storm was the dragon’s domain. Lightning built up in the surrounding clouds as they all seemed to converge on one point. Twisting to the side, the parasite saw three streams of golden lightning tearing across the sky. The discharge of electricity in the storm attracted the opposing energy gathered in the clouds, lighting up the skies with a torrent of oppositely charged lightning. Said bolts slammed into the wings of the MUTO, searing the grey hide black and caused him to unleash a screech of pain. 

    Ghidorah relished the sound as they took note of where the parasite resided in their storm. Lightning crashed down onto his scales and proceeded to course through the dragon’s body. With each strike, the golden titan could feel the power building up as golden light coursed through each of their three necks. Opening their maw, they unleashed his power one by one toward the parasite’s location, the storm’s ambient lightning building into each stream of golden electricity.

    The avian parasite was quick to dodge the oncoming gravity bolts as he flew higher into the storm. With each consequent stream of lightning he dodged, he could feel scattering arcs searing into his body. Soon, he arrived above the thunderclouds and stared down below into the massive storm. Seeing the silhouette of the dragon beneath him, the parasite began to dive down toward the dragon, intending to slam Monster Zero into the ground at high speeds. 

    The moment the center head breached the cloud layer, the MUTO slammed face first into the dragon before it began crawling around the beast with its four limbs. The dragon snaked its heads around trying to find the grey creature only for it to stab into the dragon’s wings, hooking them to its side. As the two began to fall, the MUTO continued to tear and slash at the dragon’s leathery wings trying to do as much damage as possible. With each tear, the dragon found it harder to keep itself airborne as a cone of flames began to build up around them. Lightning struck the dragon’s back triggering some regeneration in each of the wings as the right head twisted around to face the parasite. A gravity bolt struck the parasite in the back, forcing the grey titan off the dragon’s hide. Twisting their body around, Ghidorah slammed their spiked tails into the side of the MUTO’s body, leaving a gash in the parasite’s wing. 

    The two continued to fall through the storm as a plan came to mind in the central head. Twisting their body, the dragon grabbed hold of the parasite in its sharp claws and pulled in their wings, pushing all their weight into the drop. Seeing the disadvantage of his position, the MUTO attempted to break free only for the side heads to snap onto his wings, using them as shields from the fall. The two then slammed into the ground sending a shockwave of air blasting through the radioactive wasteland. Moving off their broken foe, the three heads then leaned down, slamming their heads upward and sending the injured titan soaring across the land. The grey body crashed into the earth causing the dragon to roar out in triumph over the pathetic beast. Movement quickly stopped the roars as each head stared curiously at the twitching creature. 

    In spite of his beatings, the MUTO forced his injured body to propel himself toward the golden god that stood before him. Ghidorah’s right head hissed, commanding the twin tails to rattle as an intimidation marker. The other two sneered at the lesser titan. The only reason this pest stood the same space as them was because there were so few monsters left that could fulfill their sadistic appetite. What the wicked devil didn’t appreciate was this foolish creature’s strong will. It was an annoyance rather than an admirable trait, at least with a kaiju as weak as this one. What would it be? To let the small creature live and beat it down until its spirit broke? Or to show mercy and bring an end to its meaningless existence?

    In unison with the storm’s booming thunder, the central head of Monster Zero declared the verdict. Mercy.

    The MUTO’s spine chilled upon hearing that screech, but persevered. If the mighty Shin Orga could fall to his claws, the Male knew he had a chance against the demonic hydra, no matter how insignificant. The demonic hydra’s necks radiated with a heavenly light, one that all present feared. Meanwhile, the parasite’s right hooked claw pulsated with red luminance. It was all or nothing.

    With no time to bring his claws to the ground, the MUTO used his other long claw as a conductor. Slamming them together, a sonic burst of electromagnetism exploded upon impact, the strongest he had ever conducted in recent memory. Ghidorah discharged all three of their devastating bioelectric beams at once, ripping through the space that separated the two. However, upon entering the MUTO’s sphere of influence, the beams dampened significantly. This did not stop the concentrated lightning from searing into the young MUTO’s body, pushing the airborne parasite back into the ruins behind him. Even with beams as weak as these, they were still more than enough to render the smaller creature useless. Unable to power through the pain, the MUTO lost consciousness and let the beams carry him until they prematurely dissipated. The winged kaiju’s lifeless body sailed until he crashed into the ground.

    The rest of the MUTO’s EMP shockwave washed over the gleaming dragon, and took a noticeable toll on the hydra’s electrical prowess. Their electric organ petered out, reducing the output of the gravity beams’ potency until they inevitably evaporated from Ghidorah’s maws. The left head tried to cough out another beam, but nothing came of it. The middle head snapped at the fool. Deep down, they could feel their organ trying to generate electricity. But to return to its former state, they needed time. Or, even better, an energy source. Though distant, the fallen MUTO was still in its range. Even if there wasn’t much to take, it would be enough to kick start their organ back into working order. With a single flap of their powerful wings, Ghidorah closed the gap.

    Mothra felt the waning EMP wash over her. It had no effect, as her physiology didn’t depend on electrical sources. But she knew full well the small monster’s pulse wasn’t just meant to hamper with the golden monstrosity’s greatest strength. It was a distress call. She didn’t doubt that her otherworldly ally, the majestic Mothra Leo, felt it as well. But their hands were still tangled with these contenders.

    As Leo dealt with Rodan high above them, Mothra spread her wings and brought her scythes closer to her small frame. The opposing Skullcralwer, Ramarak, impatiently slapped its tail from side to side. As it once more snapped at Mothra, and once more failed as her agility evaded the bony cretin’s clamp. Mothra dove in and slashed through the calcium-enriched anterior with two of her scythes. Had there been eyes in the hollow sockets on its face, she would have gouged them out. Even if that wasn’t the case, ripping open the flesh within would suffice. The Skullcrawler recoiled with an insatiable screech, giving Mothra a brief moment of levity to take a glance at the humans she was trying to protect.

    Audrey and Nick, with the twins in hand, pushed themselves beyond their limits. Adrenaline pumped through their bodies as they tried to reach higher elevation through the city, away from the monsters which fought mere blocks from them. Out of the corner of her eye, Audrey caught the briefest glimpse of the aerial dogfight that was underway. Mothra Leo’s wings burst with divine lightning, dancing across the darkened sky and heavy rain and sought out their target. Rodan was quick to the draw, clapping his mighty wings with an all-encompassing sonic boom, propelling him higher up and eviscerating the energy bolts and clouds with it. However, her attention deviated from the terrifying spectacle when she heard her husband profusely vomit blood.

    “Nick!” she cried out. She stopped, resting her knees in tandem with Nick’s. It was a heart-wrenching sight to see him like this, but the most she could do now was comfort him. Audrey supported Nick onto the ground, unable to carry himself for the moment. They had to rest, if only for the time being.

    “W-we can’t,” Nick gasped weakly, “we have to keep moving.” But even he knew pushing onward like this would only make matters worse.

    “No,” she reasoned, “let’s stay put. You’re in no condition to move!” Nick sighed and relented. He had reason not to doubt the Mothras and their capabilities, but the circumstances were escalating to the point where they couldn’t sit for just a moment. At the very least, this Earth’s Mothra held her own fairly against the hypervore that sought to consume them. His biggest concern was this dimension’s King Ghidorah far off in the distance. It was such a formidable creature, none of the surviving monsters could oppose it. He counted their blessings that the shining hydra hadn’t noticed them.

    The pair noticed Mothra plant herself firmly into the rubble, her bioluminescent body building energy. With a commanding chirp, the moth goddess challenged the snake-like lizard. The Skullcrawler hesitated, but took the bait regardless.

    “Cover your eyes!” Moll and Lora yelled in unison. And they were quick to take heed. In an instant, Mothra illuminated her entire body, becoming like that of the sun. The pure white light and violent winds overwhelmed the gargantuan reptile’s single eye to near blindness, forcing the Big One to turn heel and flee from the Monster Queen’s might, if only for the time being. As Mothra’s natural luminosity diminished, the leftover glow cleared up the darkness and allowed them to see everything more clearly.

    They saw the Skullcrawler fleeing; Mothra resting for the time being; Leo and Rodan still battling in the clouds; finally, they noticed the massive frame of the golden dragon that was descending upon the motionless body of the winged creature. In wake of Mothra’s attack, there was no doubt her radiance also caught the dragon’s attention. They would focus on Mothra, but then the right and central heads returned to their primary target.

    The left head, however, locked eyes and observed them with curiosity.

     “S-shit,” Audrey could only mumble as her body impulsively convulsed in sheer terror. Even the twins were fear struck by this, pale as ghosts. Nick had been in too many life-risking situations to count, but even this was nothing short of unsettling. The left head’s maw opened wide, and tried to cough something out. Graciously for them, to no avail. The central head bit down on the left’s head horns with assertion, redirecting it back to the winged titan.

    As the afterglow slowly faded, Nick observed something else beyond the battleground. And it was this realization, combined with the terror Ghidorah instilled, that gave Nick the strength to regain his footing.

    “Audrey, we have to go,” he said sternly, even if it was short of breath. “We don’t have any more time to spare.” At first glance, it seemed as if Nick was pointing at nothing. But Audrey was quick to notice that he wasn’t pointing at any one specific monster or landmark, but out to the open sea. It was then that she noticed that San Francisco Bay was pulling back.

    “It can’t be,” Moll rhetorically stated. Lora agreed with a nod, their natural color returning to them. With no dispute or hesitation, Nick and Audrey returned to hiking up the slope to avoid the oncoming tsunami that was destined to arrive.

    Ghidorah’s attention caught the rumbling of pulling waves, and the central head gritted its teeth. The right head scowled at the incoming intruder, whilst the left was hanging in confusion. Weren’t they going to drain this whelp of a titan? With an authoritative scream, the middle head ordered the left head to do the deed. It didn’t relent, chomping down onto the MUTO’s right wing bone. Energy channeled through the left neck, coursing into the main body. The young MUTO was siphoned dry, but left much to be desired from the three-headed menace. Ghidorah’s left head picked the husk up and discarded it into a nearby pile of rubble.

    Tidal wave upon tidal wave coursed through the ravaged landscape, as if clearing a path. The intensity and sheer force cracked the foundation beneath where mankind’s dominion met nature, revealing hollow earth. Rough water quickly filled the vast array of tunnels, pushing through every occupied space. Hundreds of Skullcrawlers scurried through the elaborate cave system below San Francisco. The beasts searched frantically for tunnels to lead them deeper into the hollow Earth, to ensure their escape as the walls continued to tremble. Horrifying screams of distant Skullcrawlers echoed, petrifying those that heard from afar until the walls began to crack. Sea water burst from the outer walls in a wave as high as the ceiling. The wave overtook all in its path, starving those that clung to life of the precious oxygen they needed, instead; it provided in their final moments the sight of a leviathan with glowing, azure dorsal spines.

    A god among monsters had come.

    As the Skullcrawler nest compressed with pressure, the vents erupted with geysers all across the former San Francisco area. Skullcrawler corpses were filtered out, littering the streets with lifeless husks.

    What remained of the tsunami that wasn’t trapped underground crawled upon the ruined asphalt, breaching the hollow cityscape. Ramarak, now the last of the Skullcrawlers, was still recovering from his blindness as he was suddenly slammed by the oncoming wave. The rest of the reptile bodies were dragged along with it. The unmoving MUTO, perhaps because of the elevation he happened to be at or the wall of rubble around him, was gently caressed by the mountainous waves with certain tenderness and barely moved from its original position. Mothra avoided the violent waves with beauty and grace, propelling off the ground with time to spare. She saw the distant silhouettes of her extra-dimensional counterpart struggling with the Fire Demon, both of them falling from the thunderclouds. However, she turned to also see that the humans weren’t going to make it; before long, they too would be caught up in the flood. So she went in.

    With a loud chirp, Mothra alerted the humans and caught their attention. Without a moment to speak, Mothra landed next to them and regurgitated a sticky loogie from her mandibles, held by a sturdy thread.

    “Ew,” they both remarked, Audrey clearly disgusted. But it was clear this was necessary for them to survive. Albeit with reluctance, Nick, Audrey, Moll, and Lora latched onto the moist silk. Mothra secreted more film from her mandibles, enough to encase their bodies and leave their heads exposed. Beating her mighty wings, the Monster Queen flew off, hoping to secure a safe location for the human survivors.

    Coarse waves slammed into the digitigrades of the golden demise, yet they were not deterred. Monster Zero called out, rattling their tails violently, demanding their nemesis to show his face. Then the streets of San Francisco cracked open beside them. Glowing dorsal spines cut through the man-made structures with ease as a leviathan the dragon loathed dragged itself upon the solid earth. Broken asphalt, superheated dirt, steam vapors, and cascading ocean water rolled off the former Alpha’s body. The left head of Monster Zero opened its maw; even if the energy was minimal, it had intended to unleash destructive energy upon the rising titan. But the central head smacked it aside, cursing it to stay in line. Something was different.

    Even in the midst of their skirmishes, there was a sudden moment of silence. Rodan and the battle-scarred Leo broke off their fight, if only for a moment, both observing the events unfolding beneath them. Mothra turned, even with the humans in tow, and saw that he had returned. Ramarak, recovering from the tsunami, caught the scent with its bloodied tongue, growing in fury. The Skullcrawler recognized it anywhere.

    Godzilla exited the underground cavern, but instead of the titans’ witnessing the defiant, legendary beast arise to fight Ghidorah, the leviathan’s sorrowful gaze looked toward a fallen monster. The battlefield fell quiet as Godzilla mourned the Male MUTO’s corpse. The mocking screeches of Ghidorah gradually echoed for all to hear, capturing Godzilla’s attention and causing the leviathan to snarl with disgust.

    Why? Why show sympathy for such a whelp? Its life should only bring pleasure from a foot placed on its throat, to remind it of its place in the world. All life deserved such a place. Bound to pathetic limits like mortality, why care for such creatures when they could be so easily taken away?

    Rage coursed through every cell of Godzilla’s being. His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, and his tail smashed into the ground with incredible force. A mighty roar boomed from Godzilla’s jaws, attracting the attention of every monster in the surrounding area. Nick and Audrey could feel the vibrations travel through the air. It proclaimed only one thing: Ghidorah was his to kill, alone.

    Ghidorah cackled in amusement. If only it were so easy…

    To heed Godzilla’s request, Ghidorah stood upon their feet and revealed the true enormity of their size. With rattling tails, the dragon outspread their gargantuan wings, casting a shadow over Godzilla. Only those worthy could lay eyes upon Ghidorah’s full being, and Godzilla was such a creature. The two stared down, ready to draw first blood in their inevitable rematch.

    Simultaneously, Godzilla and Ghidorah dropped and began to charge at one another. Inevitably, they collided, kicking up dirt and debris beneath them, clawing each other with their claws and fangs. With speed that belied his size, Godzilla lashed out by clamping his powerful jaws onto Ghidorah’s center head and viciously buried his incisors into the hydra’s glimmery scales. Pumping what little electricity they could muster, Ghidorah returned the favor by gripping Godzilla’s shoulders and ribcage with electric infused daggers. Even so, the King of the Monsters continued to press on, giving it everything he had. For every step Godzilla took, Ghidorah’s feet carved a trail in an attempt to resist. With the exception of the middle head, the hydra released their toothy grip, opting for a more serpentine approach. Ghidorah’s flexible left and right necks wrapped around Godzilla’s arms and quickly followed up with a powerful flap from its mighty wings. This propelled Ghidorah forward, dominating the living mountain and turning the tables on him.

    Even when crushed under Ghidorah’s massive weight, Godzilla persevered. The reptile king could feel the pressure built on his arms, tightening the more he moved. The blood flow was coming to a stop, and this became all the more evident as his armor cracked under Ghidorah’s powerful muscles. Godzilla relinquished his maw from Ghidorah’s neck, and the dragon just as quickly released the last mouth from the ribcage. Ghidorah’s neck channeled light and charged all it could muster; while it paled compared to its full power, funneling it through one head would be sufficient. In this time, Godzilla glimpsed at the MUTO’s corpse. He lost the last thing that mattered in this forgone world. Godzilla gritted his teeth. What else was there to lose but his life?

    Godzilla’s sharp-tipped tail ignited with a radiant blue and a loud hum. The atomic glow traveled up his dorsal plates, his throat burning with fury. But Monster Zero was the first to pull the trigger, unleashing a singular stream of concentrated lightning upon Godzilla’s mug. Superheated plasma pelted over Godzilla, charring his face, yet not enough to break his armored body. As the gravity bolt faded, the central head grimaced in how little harm it did. And Godzilla responded in kind with a ferocious burst of atomic flames! The pushback against Ghidorah’s bare chest forcefully pulled Godzilla back up, his arms still bound by the constricting necks. Throttled by searing agony, all three of Ghidorah’s heads screeched and released their hold on the Monster King. Ghidorah heaved with their mighty wings, taking to the air to put distance between them. Even in the darkness of the thunderstorm, the two mighty titans stared with intense animosity. One would fall by the end of the night.


    Rain did little to deter Mothra’s flight path, but the fierce winds caused troublesome turbulence. The longer Monster Zero held their presence here, the more destructive the storm became. She knew full well that the humans couldn’t stay here, lest they perish. Otherwise, there would be nothing left to salvage.

     As Mothra prepared a slow descent to the surface, her mind recollected of a forgone past. How she gave it her all to protect humanity from the alien threat or the wrathful reigns of Monster Zero. But she knew these memories weren’t hers, but a predecessor whose long passed. Out of the corner of her compound eyes, she glanced at the distant figure of Godzilla. Deep down, part of her resented him for his failings. But was she any different? She, too, was the guardian of Earth, and therefore had to carry the guilt of her failings. The day when the Earth fell, the world lost its King and Queen, and there was no certainty the eon-spanning relationship could be reestablished. She knew better than to interfere, even if it was for the greater good; this was Godzilla’s fight, a battle he would never allow her join. Likewise, she had a duty to fulfill.

     With a gentle thud, the Monster Queen planted herself onto the ground and lowered her head. The silk-loogie cushioned the human passengers as she snapped the rope, allowing them to break free from the moist bondage. During the flight, Mothra had instilled some of her purifying energies into the silk, soothing the body from the stresses of flight, which ensured the humans weren’t puking their guts out upon landing. They were surrounded by plains just outside San Francisco, which at one point housed towering trees that would have overshadowed them. But they were merely a shadow of what they were.

    As the humans got their act together, a fearsome screech called out to Mothra, one she hoped not to hear. She pinned its source and found it to be the Fire Demon bee-lining toward them. Much to her dismay, she noticed the ragged body of her compatriot dropping from the sky, unmoving. Mothra Leo’s wings were torn to shreds, his abdominal region noticeably gushed with yellow paste, perhaps even missing a leg or two. Even Rodan had burns marked into his body, though how much of it was battle damage or simply his bio-volcanic, mahogany armor wasn’t immediately obvious. With her enemy fast approaching, the lepidopteran deity propelled herself off the ground and intercepted the one born of fire. Then, they clashed.


    The golden god glided down on powerful wings, slamming their entire body mass onto the reptilian titan. Godzilla braced the body slam, his brute strength matching Ghidorah’s sheer mass. The hydra’s legs clamped onto the armored beast’s chest as the sleek shining tails wrapped around the enormity of Godzilla’s body, with the spikes acting as hooked anchors as they buried themselves beneath the plated scales. Ghidorah’s wing muscles flexed as they carried their combined masses, bringing Godzilla’s trunk-like legs off the wreckage that lay beneath them. Transferring all their physical strength into their wings, legs, and tails, both Godzilla and Ghidorah ascended high into the clouds, eventually disappearing from sight.

    Soon enough, both their massive frames broke through the clouds, illuminated by the hellish red haze of the burning sun. Try as he might, Godzilla struggled to break free from the horrid titan’s abdominal grip with his entire physical prowess. Once again, he had to restore to his signature weapon, even if it depleted more of his reserves. Igniting from the tip, atomic energy crawled up dorsal plate by dorsal plate until his entire back contrasted against the red sky. However, Ghidorah had anticipated this. The central neck was adorned in divine light as weakened gravity beams pelted Godzilla’s snout. It wasn’t so much to hurt the mammoth titan as it was to keep him distracted while the other two heads did the work.

    Snaking in, Ghidorah’s left and right heads clamped down on his shoulders. Like a leech, they sapped the raw atomic energy into their body, highlighted by the blue lights coursing through the necks. Every moment that passed, Godzilla’s dorsal plates flickered with exhaustion and Ghidorah’s onslaught grew in strength. The golden terror could feel the power returning to them. This excited the terrible dragon to no end. Then, with the brightest shimmering light from the middle neck, it unleashed the beam, forcing Godzilla to elicit an anguished scream.

    Monster Zero grinned. Perfect.

    The Alpha creature tried to exhale an atomic breath, but it only came out in a puff of blue smoke. He needed time to rejuvenate his reserves, but he also knew Monster Zero wouldn’t give him that chance. Unhinging their jaws, all three of Ghidorah’s necks began to illuminate like the sun. Uncoiling their tails and retracting their feet, King Ghidorah pushed all their efforts into a triple gravity beam that plunged into Godzilla’s upper torso. Superheated plasma and electricity scorched the Monster King, shoving him through an endless freefall. Friction encased Godzilla in a burning blaze of fire, resembling that of a meteor. Although the electric beams eventually dissipated by distance alone, the inevitable impact ensured Godzilla’s suffering hasn’t ended yet.

    With a howling command, Monster Zero dove into the torrents of storm clouds beneath them. Dazzling lightning reflected off of Ghidorah’s scales as water vapor did little to derail their path. As soon as they broke through the clouds, the terrible king observed everything from lofty heights.

    Godzilla closed the distance between him and the ground; the impact would be occurring soon enough. Ghidorah noticed the Fire Demon and the proclaimed ‘Monster Queen’ locked in combat, but that was a fight it wouldn’t sully their pride with, as they were but feeble creatures under their heel. The others weren’t even worth acknowledging. However, the last noteworthy sight it took notice of was the churning water off in the bay, tainted with an unusual yellow liquid. It had to have been the other moth, but it seemed they had been dealt with. Finally, flapping with powerful gales, Ghidorah halted their fall to the Earth below to savor what was to come.

    Three… Two… One…


    With a quick gulp, Ramarak swallowed another of its kind whole. The Skullcrawler no longer concerned itself with the others, for it only desired sustenance to restore its strength. Flicking its forked tongue, the lizard detected the MUTO’s husk nearby. It didn’t seem like much, but the skull lizard wasn’t a particularly picky eater. Yet before it could chow down on the corpse, a shrill boom caught its attention. The moment it turned, it was too late to do anything. The burning meteor that came careening down slammed into the surface, then followed even deeper into the former Skullcrawler cavern. A pillar of dirt, ocean water, flames, smoke, and steam erupted near them, reaching for the sky. The ensuing shockwave ripped from the impact crater with enough force to throw Ramarak off its feet. Perhaps because there wasn’t the natural muscle resistance to keep it grounded, the MUTO’s lifeless body was flung from its resting place and sailed across the sky, now out of the Skullcrawler’s range.


    Rodan and Mothra stopped the moment they felt the shockwave pass by, its turbulence enough to force them to recalibrate. During the brief ceasefire, the guardian moth looked above where the impact crater was formed and noticed Ghidorah cackling in glee. Had Godzilla fallen? Perhaps he got what was coming to him, but she feared because he was the strongest among them. Her compound eyes also caught the winged parasite’s unresponsive form sailing the skies, noticing that it was…

     Mothra prepared for a hasty retreat, but a scorching squawk served as an unfortunate reminder. Sharp talons reached for the insect’s diminutive body; had she not turned with her scythes outstretched and caught Rodan’s feet, she would have been torn apart in a moment’s notice. To counter, Mothra spat globs of silk at the pterosaur’s face, temporarily blinding him. Using every ounce of her strength, Mothra pushed Rodan’s talons off of her and slipped by, hoping to intercept the MUTO’s body from crashing into the human survivors. Unfortunately…


    Nick had to pause. His muscle spasms became more erratic, his head fogged with lightheadedness. He couldn’t hold back the forthcoming bile, even if he wanted to.

    “Nick!” Audrey called out, rushing to his aid. She knew full well of his condition, but she couldn’t help calling his name. Perhaps it was an instinctual assurance to Nick that she was still here. His coughs became coarse and rash as he leaned his body against the charcoal bark that used to be lush trees. There was nothing he could say or what to say. The situation spoke for itself.

    Meanwhile, the fairies that accompanied them were distraught. While it may have been possible for treatment on Infant Island, Nick’s sickness developed past the point of no return. At the very least, they prayed on behalf of Mothra for his soul’s readiness. It was at that point they were interrupted. While they would have left it unheeded in most cases, the rough noise of shattered wind was cause for concern. It was at that moment the twins alerted the couple, “Get out of the way!”

    Moments after, the first made itself known. For a brief second, they all saw the same thing: a large kaiju husk barreling directly toward them. With everything she had, Audrey grabbed Nick and muttered an apology as she yanked him out of harm’s way. Moll and Lora spent their telekinetic powers to avoid the black body that came to a grinding halt. Ash and dust kicked into the air, washing over the survivors. By the time the dirt settled, the field of charred wood was blocked by an enormous dark mass.

    “It’s one of the monsters,” Audrey presumed. 

    “M-MUTO” Nick weakly stated. “Its actual name is….” Nick spat force a wad of vile. He sucked in air through his nostrils and exhaled through his mouth, trying to steady his breathing. But every breath he took hurt like hell. “It’s G-godzilla’s… ally.” At least when he was alive, Nick thought.

    Nick recalled seeing the photographs and footage of their battle against Shin Orga, though swaths of the fight were lost in the wake of the MUTO’s successive EMPs. He recalled seeing Godzilla and the MUTO on many occasions after the battle in Vladivostok, fighting side by side. Nick’s vision shifted to the fresh crater where the rageful King of the Monsters lay, alone, while its rival glared at it from on high. 

    And now, you’re just like me, Nick thought. 

    Nick’s eyes lowered in disgust at himself, thinking of Cameron Winter’s escape from the facility. He could have let him go and ensured the safety of his team, and himself, but instead he pursued the arrogant mogul, alone, leading him on a path that now had him resting on death’s door.   

    How foolish he was to believe he could do so-

    It was then an idea clicked.

    Nick opened his mouth to speak, but a gurgling mess of words came out. The pain in his chest exploded in agony, tightening like a vice around his heart, yet his limbs remained as rigid as stone. With a simple thud, Nick fell to the side, attracting Audrey, Moll and Lora’s attention. They encircled him, but Nick focused on Audrey’s gaze, the worry and panic in her eyes he wished to be able to make disappear until his vision became nothing but a void of darkness. 

    “Nick… wake up, please, Nick!” Audrey cried aloud.

    Audrey shook her husband, trying to get some activity out of him. She felt his heartbeat, weak but ever present, and drew the slightest breath of relief. 

    I know you Nick, Audrey thought with tears swelling in her eyes. Just keep fighting. You’ll make it.  

    “He thinks of you?” Moll said aloud, attracting Audrey’s attention. “And-”

    Moll stopped, her head tilting in confusion. Lora looked to her sister as well, a similar look taking hold for her as well. 

    “What, what’s the matter?” Audrey inquired. 

     “His mind is focused on nothing but Ghidorah, a way to defeat the great evil,” Moll explained, “an echo of thought without end. But when I look for the answer, all I see is the MUTO.”


    Steam broiled from the depths of the pit as it slowly refilled with the ocean from the bay. Water brimmed at the entranceway and spilled over from the dark mass that rested at the bottom. Godzilla remained unmoving, refusing to muster the strength to return to the surface. Rather, he would use this time to absorb the radioactive reserves that lay deep in the Skullcrawler cavern. Even if it wasn’t enough to return him to his full strength, he would be at least enough for him to continue the fight. Unfortunately, the nearby vibrations made it painfully clear he wouldn’t have long.

    The earth trembled as Monster Zero crashed onto the broken pavement with a resounding thud. The golden hydra hissed at their archnemesis’ resting place, demanding him to come out. They knew for certain a mere fall wouldn’t be enough to do him in. Quickly, Ghidorah noticed Ramarak nearby, regaining its footing after the shockwave. The right head barked at the lizard-like fiend, grabbing its attention. The skull-faced reptile didn’t offer resistance and listened inventively of what the golden king desired. When the mighty dragon pointed at the two airborne combatants, the Skullcrawler reluctantly complied. Turning heel, the lizard made a mad dash toward the one born of fire and the divine moth, each step propelled by fear.

    The all-powerful dragon turned their gaze back to the waterhole and was satisfied with what was transpiring. A dark, sluggish form pulled itself unto the surface world, flowing liquid rolling off its mountainous body. Godzilla still displayed clear signs of exhaustion, but his trunk-like feet firmly planted themselves into the ruins that remained. Inhaling tremendous amounts of air through his nostrils, Godzilla boomed a powerful roar that breezed by Ghidorah.

    He was ready to see this to the end.

    And so was Ghidorah.

    The extraterrestrial wyvern dropped and charged at the living mountain, eager to render him to shreds. Godzilla stood his ground, waiting for Ghidorah to close the gap. Putting all his remaining strength he could, he twisted his body and concentrated it into his tail. Ghidorah’s right wing was sandwiched between the brutal impact of the tail and their ribcage, both of which were crushed by the immense physical strength and the following air burst. The terrible tyrant shrieked in pure agony as the momentum flipped their enormity over, rolling farther inland until it stopped with their backside down. The exhausted Godzilla rushed over to the fallen Ghidorah to promptly wail on the hydra.

    The xanthic demon’s left side was subjugated to Godzilla’s fury. First was the outspread wing trampled under Godzilla’s massive weight, pinning the dragon to the ground. Each step resulted in crunched bones, eliciting pained shrills from the three-headed abomination. The left head raised itself up to stop the oncoming beast, but it would be for naught. Godzilla reached out, grappling with the left head as he summoned his waning strength to pry its maw open. Though met with resistance, Godzilla succeeded in keeping the serpent’s mouth exposed. Its neck generated with pulsating light as the innards displayed the forthcoming Gravity Beam that was prepared to come out.

    But Godzilla was first to the draw.

    His spines quickly illuminated with a faint blue hue, then plunged his weakened atomic breath into Ghidorah’s mouth; an act that the former inhabitants often coined as ‘the Kiss of Death.’ Azure flames intercepted the incoming electricity, which combusted and severed the left head from the rest of its body. Godzilla poured atomic rage unto it until it was an irreversible, charred shell that barely resembled Ghidorah. He discarded the hollow head and pressed on his assault, even as fatigue weighed on his shoulders. However, he noticed Ghidorah lifted their damaged right wing, curving it until the wing tips were aimed at him.

    With a commanding cackle, Monster Zero fired.

    Coursing through its glistening membranes, powerful lightning bursts erupted from the wing tips with notable recoil. Electricity washed over the Monster King, each strike pushing him back. Compounded by the overbearing pressure, the continuous pelting succeeded in shoving Godzilla off the golden dragon until he lost his footing. The massive leviathan collapsed onto his back, but used the last ounce of his strength to flip onto his belly. Although he could not see, dread reigned over Godzilla as he heard the titanic hydra rise from the ground with mocking screeches.

    As the space-faring giant returned to their feet, supported by their injured wings like that of a gorilla. It slumped toward the downed reptile, overshadowing the fallen king. Ghidorah inhaled through their remaining nostrils, intaking the contaminated air, and roared. They could feel the fractured bones within being repaired and shredded muscle tissue lacing back together. The stump of a left head wriggled with life, but the air didn’t provide enough radioactive or geothermal intakes to fully restore it. Had it been a nuclear reactor or a volcano, the presence of their energy would have accelerated the regeneration process exponentially. Unfortunately, with the situation as it was, Ghidorah had no such luxury.

    The two remaining heads ignited with a burst of light that originated from their necks. Their scowls shot daggers upon the weary Godzilla, but the central head let a psychotic grin slip by.

    Monster Zero had no doubt in their mind that they had won; and they wanted to hear the ‘King of the Monsters’ suffer.

    Without remorse, Ghidorah screamed its malicious Gravity Beams upon the mountainous guardian. Electrical beams danced across Godzilla’s signature dorsal plates, each one igniting in ultramarine explosions. Godzilla writhed in pure agony during the brutal torture as he cried out. Ghidorah refused to let up. Two columns of light grazed across Godzilla’s back, with radioactive plumage tainting the skies. His suffering gave Ghidorah the incentive to continue mercilessly. The sadistic hydra found true and genuine joy, one that they thought was lost to them. They continued to dethrone Godzilla’s kingly title even further.

     And King Ghidorah enjoyed every second of it.


    …Mothra couldn’t make it. She had already witnessed the MUTO’s corpse crash and roll over to where she left the humans, and now true horror overshadowed her at what was transpiring. Monster Zero asserted their dominance by torturing the fallen Godzilla, shredding his dorsal fins. She didn’t disregard on how she felt about him, but she knew full well of the implications of his death would mean for everything that she sought for. There was nothing she could do until now, as Mothra had glued Rodan with her sticky webbing. Even so, the silk was already wearing from the pterosaur’s bio-volcanic heat vents. She didn’t have long, and she needed to make it quick.

    Speeding with all her might, the winged moth deity closed the distance. She kept her flight in balance in the midst of the powerful gales, as all her attention was focused on the sinister serpent. It was because of this she failed to notice the surprise attack that came her way. Although it initially played possum to blend in with the environment, the large Skullcrawler leapt from the city streets with its jaws agape. Its elongated snout wasn’t enough to clamp onto anything, but it still had a trick up its sleeve. Even though half of its tongue was lost in its earlier bout with the MUTO, there was still enough to do the deed. A bloodied stump that constituted as its tongue whipped out and entangled Mothra, with her diminutive body making it easy to ensnare her. Followed by a forceful tug, Ramarak yanked the moth goddess directly into its gullet, with only Mothra’s wings exposed to the outside world as the lizard fiend crashed onto its two limbs. With successive gulps, Mothra’s wings were gradually sucked into its throat, each guzzle shredding her wings from the rows of teeth lined within the skull lizard’s snout. She would soon be subjugated to the hypervore’s powerful stomach acids.


    The gooey bondage that kept him down melted off his body. He could see again. Rodan quickly tore his restraints on his legs off, propping himself to his feet. With a quick glance, Rodan’s binocular vision pinpointed what was happening. Mothra, whom he was dueling with earlier, was ensnared by the Skullcrawler. All he saw was her fluttering wings sticking out of the ghoulish reptile’s mouth. He didn’t have any reason to care for either of them, because they got in the way of his true goal. Burning eyes shifted over to the bluish plumage that touched the reddened skies, where he saw his prize in the form of a golden titan. Ghidorah had bested Godzilla, therefore inheriting the crown of ‘King of the Monsters.’ Even he noticed, despite unleashing all of their fury, Ghidorah was battered and scarred. The hydra was powerful, yes, but fighting Godzilla took its toll. His eyes locked onto Ghidorah. It was now or never.

    Flapping his molten wings, Rodan accelerated through the air, bypassing the ravenous lizard on his way. He ignored the starved cretin, as it was of no concern to him. He kept his focus steady as he shredded the howling hurricane winds with his supersonic aftershock. The downpour evaporated before it made contact with his mahogany armor. With a terrifying screech, Rodan challenged King Ghidorah. He saw that the call got his attention as the vile beast ceased their brutal torture. Its two remaining heads glared at him with contempt. The dragon turned its body to face Rodan, ready to confront him head-on. The Fire Demon gladly accepted.

    Bringing his talons out, Rodan was more than ready to meet with the new ‘King of the Monsters.’ Although the prehistoric avian noticed that Ghidorah remained unmoving, this only incentivized Rodan to continue his reckless charge, eager to rake upon the remaining heads. At the last possible moment, the hydra ducked, entirely avoiding the collision. For Rodan, it was too late to evade what was coming next. Twin bulbous tails came into Rodan’s line of sight, each unsheathing sword-like spikes that made them comparable to clubs.

    In an instant, Ghidorah’s tails were embedded in Rodan’s torso.

    Magma poured from the freshly made wounds as the one from fire elicited an agonizing screech. The hooked curvatures ensured that Rodan wouldn’t be sent flying by a mere whisk. So when the twin tails slammed the pterosaur into the ground in sync, Rodan knew he was at Ghidorah’s mercy. The lithe extensions once more threw Rodan to Ghidorah’s left, then promptly to its right before the dust clouds could even settle. Rodan was pressed into the ground and dragged along the concrete surface, each passing second yielding pain.

    The unscrupulous tyrant cackled with delight hearing the shrillish yells from the mortal fool.


    For Mothra, only her natural bioluminescence allowed her to see the contracting filth she was pushed through. Slime coated her entire body, which made it difficult for her to keep her footing. Although she could slash the walls, every attempt she tried only forced her deeper with no chance to create an opening. She panicked, as it seemed her end drew closer to the boiling contents that lay within. There was one last weapon she could employ; if that failed, she was doomed.

    She prepared her thorax and readied the insertion point.

    The Skullcrawler felt his prey writing inside, struggling to break free. Ramarak noticed the vicious tears made within, but paid no heed. She would be nothing more than a digested carcass soon enough. However, its vision felt like it was being overtaken; it wasn’t sure what it was. Before it could comprehend it any further, a sudden jolt took over its senses. Just as quickly as it came, it numbed and the lizard could no longer feel it anymore. Its legs fumbled, unable to control its actions; its mind went too, unable to focus on anything. Before the ravenous predator knew it, it had been paralyzed as it slumped on its side.

    The large blade that made Mothra’s stinger protruded from the Skullcrawler’s abdominal region. She retracted her stinger, then used the incision point to gut herself out of the Skullcrawler’s body, sliding out with ease. The slime weighed on her small body as she pulled her wings out from the inside. For once, the rain provided some relief as it washed the saliva off of her. She observed her tattered wings and cursed with a chirp. They weren’t in the most ideal conditions for flight, but she couldn’t sit it out and do nothing.

    Mere minutes passed as Mothra discerned the fight that transpired before her compound eyes. The Fire Demon was slung around like a ragdoll, hooked by the blades of Ghidorah’s tails. The mighty dragon found itself amused by the pterosaur’s suffering. She flapped her wings, flicking chunks of goop off her. She had intended to fight to the bitter end, even if it killed her. Even though she struggled to sustain balance between the gusts and the holes in her wings, Mothra took flight and headed straight for King Ghidorah.

    Claws and scythes readied, the winged goddess swooped in. Ghidorah lunged with their snake-like heads at her, failing each time as Mothra parried with her natural defenses. The necks burst with pristine judgment, flowing like a golden river. Mothra responded in kind with a sudden divine luminance and harsh winds of her own, forcing the demon to backpedal into the darkness of the storm. The body of light pushed on, embracing the vile beast in its warmth. Ghidorah’s retinas burned at the sight of it and wildly spat off Gravity Beam after Gravity Beam in the mere hope to diminish the purifying waves. The hydra could tell they were missing as the brimming light swayed from side to side, avoiding and diffusing the electric pillars.

    Although he could only view it from ground level, Rodan’s eyes were irritated by the surging light. Ghidorah’s tails still kept him from moving, but their jerky movement indicated that Mothra’s distraction had the dragon’s attention. The mahogany pterosaur wriggled, trying to yank the spiked tails out of his chest. They were ingrained deep, though fortunately they didn’t latch onto any major organs or arteries. Even so, magma continued to pour from the wounds. He noticed the tails were aggravated from the heat. Why didn’t Ghidorah just release him if his own blood was hurting him?  Such thoughts passed over Rodan’s mind for only a moment. His priority was to escape, and that he was determined to follow through with.

     Rodan wrapped his wings around the twin tails and allowed his claws to sink into the golden scales that covered them. With a forceful tug, Rodan shrieked as he ripped the superheated blades out of his torso, unfurling his wings in the process. Magma spilled from his lacerated armor, but the pain that accompanied it was well worth it. Kicking and wriggling his way to freedom, Rodan flopped over onto his belly for flight preparations. Beating his gargantuan wings, he hoisted himself into the air and distanced himself from the golden hydra. He needed a moment to recuperate and let his searing blood cauterize the wounds by taking a quick dip in San Francisco Bay. With a steamy, explosive splash, the crimson firebird disappeared from sight.

    Divinity faded, returning to the cerulean hue that accompanied her appearance. Her body began to wear, especially having to dodge with tattered wings. Ghidorah used this time to calibrate their eyesight, readjusting their vision accordingly. With no remorse, the heathen fired dual Gravity Beams in unison. One barely grazed Mothra as she avoided it, but the other struck her dead-on. The electrical pressure forced her to the ground, carving a path in her wake. Her durable armor barely held up in the attack, blackening her body.

    Ghidorah stood in place, inhaling more of the radioactive air. They could feel their wings restored to what they once were, now repaired the damages inflicted by Godzilla. The tyrannical beast flexed their wings, prepared to go airborne at any given moment. But first, they had business to finish. Crawling along the rotted pavement, Monster Zero lurched over the fallen Mothra. The mere thought of slaying Mothra alone satiated their psychotic tendencies, but there was an even higher elevation to be achieved by doing the deed. Only the center neck illuminated with an ethereal power of divine punishment, the brightest Ghidorah had ever displayed.

    In those final moments, a powerful burning wind rushed over King Ghidorah. The xanthic demon screeched as they felt their necks raked by sharp, deadly talons. The center head redirected its target from Mothra to the silhouette that flew past them. Its distinct pterosaur shape evaded the beam with a clap of its wings, propelling itself upward with a sonic boom that destroyed the Gravity Beam. Hissing with utmost bitterness, Ghidorah too unveiled their great and destructive wings and took flight. The all-powerful dragon swam through the skies, each beat throwing loose debris all over in pursuit of the enemy.

    Surprised to be alive, Mothra used her strength to flip her body back to her insect legs. She doubted Rodan deliberately saved her, but part of her was thankful for it. There wasn’t much time to contemplate. She stabilized her wings to the best of her ability and followed the wind trail of the two mighty fliers. If they could stop Ghidorah here and now, then at least this lost world could rest in peace.



    It foamed at the mouth, the numbing sensation permeated its prone form, but the Skullcrawler could vaguely feel itself hanging on to life. Seconds felt like minutes; minutes felt like hours; hours felt like days. Time was lost to the ghoul’s internal clock as events flew by before its one unfocused eye. Its brain tried to send a neural message to the rest of its body to move. The best Ramarak received were mild twitches from its fingertips. All it could do now was wait.

    And wait… And wait…

    Over time, Ramarak could rotate its ankle joints and flex its large fingers. Then followed the rest of its arm-like legs. The weight that bore on its shoulders lifted, no longer overcome with the dreary numbness. It slapped its tail against the ground, forcing it to wake up. The skull lizard stretched its jaws wide open, getting the blood flowing through its snout. Superheated saliva dripped from its maw as it shook its entire body, recovering from the dizziness. Even with blood pooling out from the open wound, this did not deter the fiend in the slightest.

    The Skullcrawler peered around, yet saw nothing. The only indicator for the grounded fiend was the sparks and noises happening above. It looked up and got a much better grasp at what was happening. Its master—the new King of the Monsters—clashed with the other two titans in an aerial dogfight. The fiery pterosaur collided with the golden dragon, tearing their beautiful scales with sharp talons and a pointed beak. The injured moth provided support, be it a hit-and-run tactic or silken web she spat from her mandibles. There was nothing he could do to support his new King, but at least their distraction provided ample time for the Skullcrawler to do as it pleased. Out of its peripheral of its single eye, the bony lizard was reminded of the plumage that trailed back to its point of origin.

    The one it yearned to kill the most.

    With quick, colossal steps, Ramarak paced itself toward the former King. The leviathan’s back had been ravaged by Monster Zero, with the tinted smoke as a testament to the dragon’s power. Within the veil, fiery blue gunk popped out like raw magma. Godzilla’s back was akin to that of a dwindling volcano after a massive eruption. So when the large Skullcrawler initially approached the fallen titan, there was some hesitation. Immeasurable heat burned and evaporated the downpour, which made it hard to find the right approach to consume. But the starved creature disregarded the harm if digging through his back meant getting to the meatier parts faster. With mouth agape, Ramarak prepared for the ultimate feast that doubled as finally taking revenge after so many years.

    Godzilla’s back ignited in a powerful neon blue that could be seen through the thick smoke.

    Ramarak’s remaining eye widened. This was a mistake.

    The dormant mountain channeled the last of his reserves he had been accumulating into a destructive nuclear pulse. The initial heat wave fried the looming head, scorching the very cells that kept its body together. The following aftershocks that followed effectively decapitated the head from the body, as the cellular structure of its flesh and bone couldn’t withstand the sheer force behind it. All this happened nearly simultaneously to each other. The heat cauterized the stump of a neck as the rest of the skull devil’s torched body was sent careening into the San Francisco ruins. Its head was charred beyond the point of recognition as it shot into high heaven. When it inevitably came back down, the anterior that was the most defensive part of its body was smashed open like a fragile rotten egg.

    Godzilla groaned and cursed the gluttonous fiend under his breath. He anticipated using it against his nemesis upon their return. But to ensure his survival, the Skullcrawler had to be disposed of. With that, his atomic energies depleted back to nothing. Physically, he was too exhausted to even budge. The best he could manage was eyeing the conflict that took place high in the air. One he could not so easily keep track of.

    Beams crossed through the black clouds and red sky. Rodan and Mothra danced around the golden devil, though their sluggishness indicated their stamina was petering out. Monster Zero, too, had sustained battle damage, proven by the gash marks and sticky web that latched onto their scales. Billowing clouds made it hard to see what was happening, but the screeches from the Fire Demon were the best hint at who had the advantage.

    After a time, Godzilla lost focus and simply stared blankly at the distance. Being alone allowed everything sink in from the past events. Not once, but twice he had been bested by his sworn enemy and had his authority and power taken from him. He recalled their fight in the alien empire within the reconstructed Vladivostok. He remembered the MUTO who had flown out on his own accord, whom Godzilla was searching for. And finally, the fatal key decision that led to his utmost defeat. Those events wringed his conscious, but his heart was in deeper torment, one that had weighed on him ever since he arrived.

    After he and Mothra took their separate paths, the MUTO was the last thing he could call family. His irrational anguish took control the moment he saw his companion had fallen in battle. Why did the world beret him of the last thing that kept him going? Regretful tears welled up in his eyes as he heard the MUTO’s defiant screeches from when they fought Shin Orga so long ago. He had to fight. He must, at least for his sake. But all he could do was mourn until his body restocked on his reserves.


    One wrong move. That was all it took for Rodan to be thrown out of his domain. Pulverized by King Ghidorah’s wing lightning that lit the skies, the flaming pterosaur was hurled into the ground with nothing to ease his crash. Mothra tried to swoop in from behind, but Ghidorah anticipated this with a thwack of their clubbed tails. The blade tips ripped into her diminutive frame and tore her abdomen open, spilling yellow paste. She had been blessed that they didn’t dig into her body, but the pain was more than enough to derail her flight path. With her wings in ruin, she spiraled continuously until she made contact with the rubble below with a heavy thud. Though it was a much cozier landing compared to the Fire Demon’s, she was still wracked with agony.

    Ghidorah emerged from the abysmal darkness above, their body displaying the scars and wounds sustained. There was no pride from this, and they despised it. Those Titans caught them while they were weak. Had they had the chance to drain the fallen king, they could have restored their strength. What vile creatures these oppressors were. With a resounding crash on his two feet, Ghidorah could at least put their minds at ease. If they drained from all lifeforms present, they could return to full strength in no time at all. The two sets of nostrils inhaled, taking in the radioactive contents to restore their stamina. While there was nothing more satisfying than feasting on Godzilla’s power, their defeated foes were in closer proximity. Both had defied them on many occasions, but it was Rodan’s stubbornness that raised their ire. First would be Rodan, then Mothra, and finally the full course meal with Godzilla.

    With low hanging heads, King Ghidorah approached the downed warrior. Their mouths dribbled with ecstasy. But such excitement proved to be short-lived when an unnatural disturbance caught their attention. A shrillish rip echoed across the ruined cityscape. When the wyvern turned around to see what was happening, Ghidorah saw a tear in the fabric of reality, floating above a mound of rock as tall as him with white spear-like crystals jutting out of its basin. What was this?

    From the tear, a winged figure emerged with a booming cry.


    The key to beat Ghidorah is the dead MUTO? Audrey endlessly filled in the last portion of Nick’s unfinished statement in her mind. Moll and Lora looked to each other, each trying to understand Nick’s last thought before he fell into unconsciousness. 

    “Are we sure its dead? Maybe it’s still barely alive?” Audrey said. 

    Moll shook her head side to side. “Life no longer permeates.”

    The trio continued their thoughts, trying to discern Nick’s message. Audrey became the first to break out of her trance-like state as she heard the rippling noise that sounded like shredded paper. When her mind found itself back in the world of the dead, she saw the Ghidorah’s massive figure off in the distance. But what she saw was the familiar portal she had used to enter the world with. And with it…

    “There’s another Mothra!” Audrey called out. “That’s good right? Yeah, it has to be on our side!” Audrey cheered, pointing at the new arrival.

    “Looks like Belvera really does have a heart! Shame she couldn’t have had one earlier!” Lora cried out.

    “It seems her own words changed more than just my view,” Moll said, “hopefully this will all be over soon.”

    They looked out at the horizon, their hearts hoping for the best.


    The golden king could only gawk at the newcomer before them, but even then they did not have the time to let it all sink in. Purple lightning surged through Battra’s crown as indigo pillars erupted from his compound eyes. These beams seared and warped the air until they made contact with the two-headed dragon, eliciting desperate screams from the golden menace. It may have been exhaustion, it may have been endlessly fighting, or it may have been something else entirely. But for Ghidorah, this brought more concern than joy. True, the opponent brimmed with promising strength, but it was too much for them at the moment. For the time being, the mighty dragon took to the defensive and shielded their body with their gargantuan wings. 

    Battra hadn’t expected anything to be on the other side. If there were others, he wouldn’t have even thought of seeing any hoarding around the interdimensional pathway, let alone a Ghidorah. Though it was his impulsive nature that triggered him to fire sporadically, for him it may have been a blessing in disguise. He cursed the humans. They were probably the ones responsible for bringing a Ghidorah to the only gateway between two worlds. Battra could at least take solace in the fact that this Ghidorah appeared to be worn and battle-scarred. He’d make it quick, retrieve the stupid humans, the goodie-good pair, and their fluffy moth god and get the hell out. Surging with confidence at the prospect of beating an enemy weaker than he, Battra continued the onslaught.

    Belvera took delight in watching a Ghidorah suffer, but she couldn’t let it distract her too long. Sensing her sisters nearby, the priestess felt a slight bit of relief. 

    “Destroy that two-headed dunce Battra! I’ll get my worthless sisters!”

    A booming cry of confirmation echoed from the guardian as it continued its volley, allowing Belvera to fly away undetected. 

    For as powerful as Ghidorah’s armor was, even they could not stand forever. Energy blasted and shredded the tough membranes that formed the wings. As Battra swooped in, he shifted tactics from the beam barrage to using his six jointed legs. Each of them acted independently as they minced the membranes and muscles, each strike charged with Prism energy. When the claws ripped through to the other side of the golden wall, the dark moth noticed a sudden surge of light.

    And then, pain.

    Unfurling their wings, King Ghidorah blasted two powerful lightning beams right into the aggressor’s face. Though it was not enough to utterly obliterate him on the spot, it was enough to send the dark Mothra careening into the city streets, where the roads collapsed from a happenstance pocket that led into the Skullcrawler lair. Battra vanished into the abyss, with an ensuing explosion further obscuring him. The golden dragon jeered and waited for this shadowy moth to reappear. Much to their surprise, he didn’t. Rather, the pit suddenly illuminated with an orange flash. A low rumble followed soon after.

    This perplexed Ghidorah for only a moment. When they realized what was up, the hydra tried their damnedest to ascend to the skies. Unfortunately, the many gaping holes found within the wings prevented the xanthic demon from climbing any higher than slightly above ground level. The asphalt directly beneath Ghidorah erupted with tremendous force. A very different body emerged from beneath; the long worm-like being was adorned with crimson circles along its armored carapace. Fearsome tusks jutted out from besides the mandibles and possessed large true legs and many smaller spiny prolegs. Lastly, the sword that rested on its cranium surged with holy light.

    Battra, having reverted to his larval state, leapt from the concrete earth and reached the golden wyvern. His lance pierced the base of the right neck, and with a quick energy burst, the dark warrior flung Ghidorah’s right head beyond reasonable sight. Black blood poured from the stump as the terrible hydra’s last head cried out in agony. Gritting its teeth, the central head commanded the rest of its body to do its bidding. Although Battra had been able to mortally wound Ghidorah, this left him wide open to what was about to happen next.

    Golden legs clamped down on black armor. Twin tails coiled the caterpillar-like frame. The dragon’s enormous weight took hold as they both fell back on solid ground. The pressure tightened as Battra’s carapace began to crack. He could feel his innards separate as he struggled against the vile serpent. In a panic, Battra discharged purple bolts and orange lightning from his eyes and horn respectively. He tried pumping his body with conductive energy, but that proved to be futile as Ghidorah simply powered through the pain.

    Out of options, Battra began to shine in a vermillion glow, breaking his body down into pure energy. The golden hydra lost its grip as the energy body slipped out of its grasp. In a moment’s notice and clear from Ghidorah’s reach, the energy being solidified back into the moth warrior in his flying form.

    The one-headed serpent knew it wouldn’t do much good, but brought its damaged wings up regardless. As it anticipated, Battra immediately began the offense with a volley of Prism Beams. He cackled with glee! Time was drawing to a close for the draconic ziz!

    Ghidorah’s sacred wings were torn asunder under the merciless assault. Battra closed in, hoping to utterly annihilate the last head with all of his raw power! The winged deity ceased, accumulating his natural energies into a destructive force that would certainly do the job.

    That was a mistake.

    Like a snake, the last head lunged from the burning smoke of its own body. Its teeth sunk into Battra’s collar and its own neck radiated electrical power.

    And fired.

    A singular Gravity Beam ripped through the neck and busted out from the other side with a splatter of yellow blood. Battra’s glowing crimson eyes dimmed in an instant. It fried his nervous system, separating his conscious from the rest of his body. The great divine moth clumsily crashed at the serpent’s feet. His body spontaneously twitched from post-mortem spasms. Ghidorah’s eyes gazed upon the fallen foe. Its body still radiated with incredible energy that supplied more than the others could ever offer.

    With delight, Ghidorah’s center head chomped into Battra’s carcass. Purple energy coursed through Ghidorah’s neck, which converted it into the energy it needed to restore its strength. Sensational pleasure shot through the dragon’s wrecked and ravaged body. With great haste, Ghidorah’s body repaired itself; ribs cracked back into place, the charred holes patched themselves closed, adrenaline pumped through its body.

    Or better yet, their body.

    From the stumps, the heads wriggled with ecstatic life. Transparent globs formed around the stubs, with only forked tongues poking out. Only for a moment did the center head release the carcass, using the time to pull the gooey cloth off each of their heads. Upon resuming, the two heads began to reform. Sinew, muscle, bone, veins, teeth, horns, golden scales, eyeballs, brain matter… It all returned. The left head was the first to complete its process and immediately joined with the leader head in the feast. Energy channeled through the left neck, further accelerating their development. The right head soon followed and joined as well.

    Battra’s color faded as his body shriveled into a prune of a corpse, even more so than the MUTO’s. His armor no longer felt like solid skin, but rather an ashen husk. Once it had been sapped of all of its value, Ghidorah threw the carcass into the city streets. Rather than a harsh crash, Battra’s body softly dissipated into a flurry of ash and dust, scattering his remains all across San Francisco.

    They licked their chops, satisfied and satiated from the ordeal. Rising upon their feet, Monster Zero called out to the heavens in defiance of God with outstretched wings. The storm system brewed with utmost intensity, even more than before. As proof of their renewed strength, the devil discharged lightning from the wing tips and illuminated the darkened skies.

    King Ghidorah had won the battle.

    Yet their celebration proved to be short lived. A miniscule squawk caught their interest and all six eyes directed their attention at it. It seemed some just don’t know when to give up. The mahogany pterosaur stumbled and wobbled to keep his footing, outstretching his mighty wings as an intimidation display. He paled compared to the golden dragon, trembling at the mere sight of the destroyer god. However, he would persist unto the very end.

    Mustering all of his strength, Rodan flapped his volcanic pennon and ascended. Ghidorah smirked, following suit with their restored wings. Even if Rodan had the will to stand up, that did not mean he had the energy to fight. What transpired next couldn’t even be called a battle.

    The golden body rushed at the winged titan, with little effort on the Fire Demon’s part to evade. Serpentine mouths clamped on the avian’s hooked claws attached to his wings, forcing Rodan to utter a scream. He struggled to escape, but none was to be found. The center head was left to do as it pleased. It noticed the opened portal where the dark warrior emerged from was nearby. The tear still pulsated…

    Urged by curiosity, the central neck burst with divine power, followed quickly by a scream that endowed agony. The Gravity Beam seared into Rodan’s chest, chipping away at him. Ghidorah released their hold and allowed the beam to carry the fiery bird the rest of the way. As Rodan’s prone form was forced in, the field reacted to the falling body and swallowed him whole.

    The hydra continued to observe the tear in reality, even after it had consumed Rodan. One could come from it, but one could also venture into it. But where did it lead to? Was there land to destroy beyond this passageway? Or did it simply lead to a desolate earth much like the one they carved out now? They approached it, albeit reluctantly.

    The gleaming light reacted with Ghidorah’s presence with a warm welcome. Its surface only displayed an array of unseen colors that no mortal creature could ever comprehend. What lied ahead was a world beyond Ghidorah’s preconceived views.

    Suddenly, a booming chirp caught their attention. The serpentine triad veered their eyes toward their target, which was approaching from their side. It was the other moth, the one adorned with the rainbow patterned wings. Yet the injuries sustained from the battle plagued the moth god’s chitin. His chest charged with mineral energy, ready to unload his power in one blast.

    Mothra Leo carried the weight of his burden. This universe’s Rodan had done a number on him, forcing him to lay low. He regretted not being able to help Godzilla, even if he didn’t want it, or assist the native Mothra in her struggles. Had he mustered his strength sooner, perhaps he and Battra could have finished the job for good. But it was too late. The best he could do, even if the chances were slim, was ensure that this Ghidorah didn’t cross into the threshold and destroy everything near and dear to him.

    All three of Ghidorah’s neck ignited with holy rage, prepared to counter whatever Mothra Leo had planned to dish out. 

    Mothra soared in front of the white anomaly, his wings fully illuminated as the white glow of the anomaly highlighted the vibrant hues of his appendages. Sparks cascaded to his legs as energy funneled through Leo’s chest cavity and with a chirp of defiance, the great guardian fired the Mineral Beam. The concentrated stream tore the air asunder as it headed straight for the winged devil. The Mineral Beam had reached the dragon’s many faces when Ghidorah discharged their Gravity Beams.

    It was no contest.

    Electrical power ripped through the Mineral Beam with minimal effort. Leo’s weakened state ensured that, no matter how much power he poured, it wouldn’t be enough to resist. Fate was a cruel mistress. As the electric pillars tore into Mothra Leo’s body, it triggered a multi-colored explosion. Swirling energy dispersed as Mothra Leo’s emerald flakes rained upon the ruined city before his mangled body crashed down with a colossal impact.

    Ghidorah snorted. There was no opposition to stand in their way. Leo’s cry ensured them of one thing; whatever lied beyond the entranceway was something the former moth cherished. All three heads grinned. They would make sure it all perished. Beating their mighty wings, King Ghidorah was welcomed by the embrace of the portal as it, too, swallowed them whole.

    Within the minutes that passed in Ghidorah’s absence, the sweltering thunderstorm began to soothe. Downpour became a drizzle; lightning ceased and thunder quieted; howling winds were reduced to a whisper; the heavy rain clouds broke apart, exposing the red sky after long last.

    For the first time since this hell began, there was silence.


    U.S.S. Cowpens – Earth

    Worried eyes looked upon a creature encased in fire that circled the two anomalies like a vulture above a rotting corpse. What worried the Captain of the U.S.S. Cowpens was not that he did not recognize the beast, but where it drew life from. His right hand slid across his disheveled chin, hoping the texture on his fingers would allow him to think until he heard footsteps in the chaos of the command room around him. Without removing his eyesight from circling beast, he inquired. “Doctor Chapman, tell me what I’m looking at.”

    The biologist pulled a pair of binoculars to her face, studying the new creature with a sense of intrigue.

    “It’s a Rodan, but I’ve never seen this subspecies. Hopefully he ignores us, but where did it come from? I was checking on the Major when I heard the news.”

    “Emerged from the white anomaly a few minutes after the bat moth flew in. I’ll have my crew inform the 7th fleet to stay at a safe distance until this mess-” Cole paused a moment as his eyes pivoted to the anomaly. “Its glowing again, something’s coming through.”

    Elsie pressed her pair of binoculars to her face. From the tear of ivory colored glass like fragments a golden titan emerged. Seemingly disoriented, the beast descended into the crater floor beneath the anomaly, out of Elsie’s sight. The scientist paused in fright, her mind racing over the monster’s features to confirm her findings. With fearful hesitation, Elsie removed the binoculars from her head. 

    “Species: Ghidorah. Subspecies: Unknown.”

    Cole shifted his gaze to Elsie, his left eyebrow raised. “So this Ghidorah, hostile or no?”

    The deafening boom of thunder answered. 

    The ocean waves gradually whipped into a frenzy. High winds rocked the U.S.S. Cowpens while clouds materialized out of the clear sky, hiding the rapidly decaying asteroid field in the upper atmosphere from Zone Fighter and Ultraseven’s fight. Lightning strikes bombarded the island in an endless fury before rain began to fall.  

    Ghidorah shook their three heads to alleviate the blindness of traveling through the white anomaly. Sight returned to the draconic alien invader and with it, came disappointment. Charred, molten earth stretched across the caldera’s edges surrounding them with walls twice as high. With a twitch of the dragon’s wings, dozens of feet of ash blew out of the crater revealing more blackened earth. 

    A familiar caw attracted Ghidorah’s attention to the sky where Rodan circled high above. Tired of their pointless battle, Ghidorah hailed the Fire Demon to end this pointless skirmish once and for all. Draconic eyes watched Rodan slow in mid-air before ascending above the clouds with unparalleled speed. Ghidorah smirked at the supposed prideful monster’s retreat, but his mind began to change focus to a desire to see more of the new world around him. 

    Ghidorah swung his wings downward to rise above the caldera’s walls. The center head lifted as far as his elongated neck would allow to scan all in this foreign landscape as they ascended past the walls and began to glide. A now frenzied blue ocean surrounded the isle, but off in the distance, a human vessel battled against the increasingly hazardous waves. The center head bellowed forth for the others to join him in his findings, attracting the right head. Both growled in glee at the sign of life merely to turn and realize the left head was preoccupied with something else on the ground. 

    The center head growled in contempt, landing back in the calera’s so it could more easily bite the disobedient head, but its eyes grew wide as he followed the left head’s gaze. A monstrous skeleton, not made of bone but white, translucent rock lay sprawled out, having been revealed by the removal of the ash. Ghidorah’s heads scanned the skeleton which somewhat resembled their old rival, unleashing cries of excitement at the discovery of the remains of monstrous life. With a monstrous wail, Ghidorah echoed into the heavens a wrathful call, alerting the monsters of this new world of their subjugation or to those boastful titans that challenged him, a prolonged excruciating death.

    The steady impact of rain awakened Ultraseven from the depths of unconsciousness. The ache from a long, brutal battle with Zone Fighter was the first sensation the Ultra felt, before his eyes gazed upon a darkened sky unleashing its unrelenting fury. Bruised, battered, and still feeling every one of Hikaru’s strikes; Ultraseven rolled onto his arms and staggered sluggishly upright. 

    Rain continued to pour against the crimson alien warrior as he drew long, excruciating breaths. How long had he been out? Where was Zone-

    Resting a few dozen meters away, Ultraseven spotted Hikaru’s broken human body resting in a small crater of his own. His chest barely moved, yet life still clung to the beaten Peacelander, even if he was unconscious. A tyrannical cackle gradually drew Ultraseven’s attention to the island’s caldera where a golden hydra echoed its call of subjugation. Ultraseven’s fist clenched as a feeling of utter uselessness took hold.

    “I hope you awaken Hikaru to see the consequences of your actions,” Ultraseven said aloud, ire in his voice. “Let us hope they do not doom us all.” 

    With a mighty heave, Ultraseven tossed Hikaru over his shoulder and began his slow, but persistent march toward the golden hydra.  


    San Francisco – Shin Earth

    Water logged fabric clung to Audrey as she stared off across the desolate city. The cold liquid that sent shivers down her spine, the husband she loved with all her heart dying a few feet beside her, the plan to escape the irradiated world she found herself in; none of it mattered now. Ghidorah would kill everything in sight on the opposite side of the portal and nothing remained to oppose him. 

    “So, that’s it right?” Audrey stated aloud to the Elias beside her while she stared into the sky, allowing the red rays of light peering through the clouds to wash over her. “We’re stuck here?”

    Moll remained quiet, barely holding in her grief, while Lora fell to her knees, ready to burst into tears as she felt the slow, but inevitable death of their god. A steady hand on Lora’s shoulder from her sister kept her breakdown on the edge.

    “What remains to protect our Earth if our Mothra…” Lora gasped before Moll retorted, “There are other guardians, and the Shobijin have their own Mothra, even if it is youn-”

    “There you are!”

    The female voice attracted Moll, Lora and Audrey’s gaze to the air just above Ms. Tatopoulos where a small woman of equal stature to the Elias flew atop a small, draconic creature. The beast let loose a minor roar before Belvera kicked it in the sides to remain quiet. 

    “About time I found you and I take it this human is…” Belvera stopped as she spotted Nick. “Eww, I think that one needs put down.”

    Audrey’s face cracked. Her hand moved like lightning, snatching Belvera off her steed. Garu-Garu screamed in shock before Audrey smacked it to the ground with her other hand. Her undivided, wrathful gaze shifted to Belvea who appeared amused. Moll jumped atop Audrey’s shoulder, speaking directly into the human’s ear. 

    “Please, ignore her. She is always abrasive and she just lost her own god.”

    “You say god,” Belvera countered with her voice labored from the constriction, “I’d say lazy creature I was stuck with since creation.”

    “Regardless, she is grieving in her own way.”

    Belvera lifted her shoulders nonchalantly. “You say grieve, I say opportunity to find a guardian that doesn’t sleep for eons. Besides, he’ll resurrect in a few eons unlike…” Belvera relented before she said another word, catching the anguish hidden within Audrey’s eyes. The dark Elias bit her tongue, her eyes darting to the side as a repressed emotion bubbled to the surface within her cold heart. “If you want to save the human, I know a way. First things first though, we need to get out of here so let me down human!”

    Audrey’s brow raised in doubt, but with a sigh, her hand opened up allowing Belevera to fall to the ground. The dark priestess smiled in accomplishment, knocking off the dust clinging to her clothing before Moll and Lora landed in front of her. Lora’s arms shot forward, encompassing Belvera whose confident demeanor wilted away. 

    “Okay, enough!” Belvera yelled, but Lora kept her grip tight until strong winds flowed around the group. Six titanic, insect legs touched down while a bright glow encompassed all. The Mothra of the world they inhabited, badly damaged but still willing to press on, echoed a warm chirp to those beneath its faded cerulean light, which slowly reverted to a gentle orange hue. 

    “Oh yeah, found her too,” Belvera quipped. 

    Audrey’s shoulders sunk in despair. “She can carry us, but that doesn’t solve our problem with Ghidorah.”

    Atop Audrey’s shoulder Moll looked over the scarce remains of the destroyed city. Across its rusted, charred and waterlogged surface the remaining, emerald scales of Mothra Leo sparkled against the clearing, crimson skies. Moll took in a breath, appreciating the beauty her god could create even in death before jumping next to Lora and Belvera on the ground. 

    “This Mothra may not be enough, but our Mothra can still perform one final miracle.”

    “How so?” Lora inquired inquisitively. 

    Moll’s gaze shifted to the city. “While his life may have ended, his essence still remains. Faint, but ever present. If we disperse it to the creatures still willing to fight, it may be our best hope at stopping Ghidorah. There is no doubt that is what he would have wanted.”

    Lora’s face morphed from despair into hope, nodding in approval while Belvera’s crossed her arms, thinking of her own deity. 

    “Yeah, your Mothra would do that. Just skip over Battra. No doubt he’ll just wait until he is naturally resurrected in an eon or tw-” 

    “So should we give it all to this Mothra,” Lora inquired as she gazed upon the glowing, sunshaded insect. “Leo’s essence would surely help heal some of her wounds.”

    “Ha, of course not you fool. Tell him to give it all to that Godzilla over there, let him take care of Ghidorah. What Moll should have done all those years ago instead of time travel,” Belvera snickered as she looked over to Moll. “If we’re lucky, maybe he’ll even explode.”

    Audrey switched her attention to her husband who lay on the edge of death’s door. “No, not just Godzilla.”

    The trio of Elias looked up to Audrey, Belvera sighing from the outburst. “The human knows Leo’s power would fry him right? It would be interesting to watch a human melt though.”

    Audrey ignored the comment and continued, “I think I finally get what Nick wanted to tell us. Godzilla can’t win.” Audrey paused a moment, looking to her husband, “Not alone. That’s why he was thinking of the MUTO.  He needs more than just power, he needs allies.”

    Belvera’s eyes rolled.

    “So we’re splitting Leo’s power with him and the other Mothra?”

    Audrey smiled for a brief moment as she gazed upon the monstrous corpse near the group. 

    “You think Leo can heal it too?”

    Belvera turned her head, a devilish smile splitting her face from ear to ear. “First thing you said that I liked human. Well I’ll take care of this one, Lora you take care of the new Mothra. Moll, cover Godzilla, peptalk and power.”

    “Me?” Moll inquired in shock.

    “No way am I going to try and convince him to play nice with others,” Belvera retorted, “besides, talking him off his self-aggrandizing ego will take someone with experience and you have plenty to give.”

    Moll remained quiet, her left eye twitching as she decided to respond or take the compliment. With a stifled breath, she chose the latter. 

    The trio of priestess aligned themselves side by side, closing their eyes and concentrating on the radiant power across the city while Audrey took a few steps back and sat beside Nick’s unconscious body. In unison, the Elias of Earth began to sing a chant of hope, captivating the Mothra towering above them. The great insect’s eyes gradually shifted to the skyline as emerald flakes, escorted by the wind, coalesced above the desolate city. Crystals beneath the anomaly flickered before the cloud took shape in the form of a god escaping death one final time, its essence held together by the mere remnants of its life force. 

    Mothra Leo’s corporeal form, appearing as he did when he first emerged from his cocoon to face Desghidorah all those years ago, gazed down upon his priestesses and the other-wordly Mothra beside them. He held no fear of the death that would greet him or regret at the loss of the world he cherished. All which remained in the great protector of Earth was trust in his Elias. While he may never witness the battle, he knew they would overcome Ghidorah. Like they did so many times with him, in his final moments, Mothra Leo possessed faith in those he would leave behind.

    A final chirp from Mothra Leo echoed, drawing tears not of sadness but acceptance from Moll and Lora as their god announced his hope in them, his call fading as Leo’s body disappeared into three, separate clouds. The pools of sparkling energy washed over Godzilla, Mothra and the MUTO, but as their bodies began to glow, Moll remembered Audrey’s words.

    A green glow pulsated beneath Godzilla’s rocky hide. New skin regenerated atop burned flesh while wounds closed across the leviathan’s battered body. This new, unexpected power gave renewed strength to the Alpha’s tired and battered muscles, but before Godzilla could arise, a tiny glow attracted his pupils to the road in front of him. A human, far smaller than any he’d ever witnessed since he first laid eyes on the species, appeared before him, covered in a golden glow.

    Moll looked upon the colossal creature in her spiritual form, her words caught in her throat as she tried to address the leviathan. For a brief moment, the Elias’ eyes closed, allowing her to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. 

    “I don’t know if you can understand me. Right now, all that I can do is have faith you do, but my world,” Moll noted as she pointed to the white anomaly without removing her gaze from Godzilla, “is under siege by Ghidorah. We need your help, but more so, we need…”

    Moll froze for a brief moment, thinking of her words carefully before she continued, “I am unsure of the cause of your solidarity. I would assume fear of losing what little you have or a lifetime of loss which you wish to avoid repeating, but fighting Ghidorah alone will only lead to your ruin. Protecting all you care for is a risk you must share and with it, you will gain strength that your rival will never equal.”

    Godzilla remained still, his pupils steady gaze peering down on the priestess. The human structures around him began to burn, the street Moll’s spirit stood upon beginning to melt. Through the cracking of the fires and the steam of the earth, Godzilla finally let loose a low growl. 

    Moll looked up, unsure of its meaning, but gradually she began to smile. The Elias vanished without another word, allowing a growing inferno to swallow several city blocks.

    The response would have to do. 


    Monster Island – Earth

    Warm, embracing rays of the sun washed over the lumbering ankylosaur of Monster Island. Today, like most days, Anguirus held little care other than to rest. Unlike the King of the Monsters or his son, he lacked the luxury of a body which would rapidly regenerate and the wounds from his battle with the dagger-armed demon still throbbed unlike any he’d experienced in his long lifetime. A distant call gradually forced open the eyes of the ankylosaur. With a mighty heave, the dinosaur stood on all fours, growling from the pain of moving his ancient bones. 

    Anguirus listened to the foreign roar reverberating through the atmosphere. The call wished subjugation on all those that heard its echo with a cackle Anguirus somewhat recognized. With a low growl, Anguirus prepared to unleash his own response, but another beast, far more quick tempered then him, hollered in defiance from thousands of miles away. 

    The mighty King of Faro Island, defiant as always.  

    Moments passed and more defiant roars echoed in response to the cackle. Anguirus lost track of the monsters which bellowed them, only signaling out Junior as he unleashed a roar from the other side of Monster Island. Anguirus shifted his focus to the sea, contemplating his next action, but gradually the dinosaur lowered itself back to the warm dirt.

    Whatever let loose the cackle held little idea the world it wished to subjugate. A battle would surely come to meet this aggressor, but where or who was involved the ankylosaur did not know. All that Anguirus was certain of is that it would not involve him, at least not yet, and so he closed his eyes and returned to a deep sleep.


    Desolate Isle – Earth

    Lightning danced around the three-headed terror who listened to the defiant, distant echoes of dozens if not hundreds of monsters atop the caldera’s perimeter. Their abject disregard for the dragon’s rule amused the great terror, causing it to cackle in devilish delight. Ghidorah would find great pleasure in the decades it would take to break the spirit of this insubordinate planet, but first-

    Ghidorah’s six eyes gazed through the pouring rain toward a human vessel struggling within the raging storm. 

    -they’d start off their conquest with an act of mercy.  

    Golden wings swung downward, propelling Ghidorah skyward while the rock that rest beneath their feet cracked from the sheer force of the takeoff. Golden power surged through the dragon’s three necks. Malevolent eyes watched the tiny humans cower in terror, their deaths marking the start of Ghidorah’s reig-

    An object slammed slammed into Ghidorah’s side at high speeds parting the dragon’s maws. Gravity bolts spewed over the open ocean, disintegrating large swaths of water which created voids of steam in their wake. Wings steadied Ghidorah’s descent, but the dragon just as quickly gave chase to the black creature whose flight now aimed back toward the caldera beneath the anomalies. Eyes wide with murderous intent, Ghidorah cried out for the attacker to face them head on. 

    A courageous chirp answered him. 

    The left head snapped right and watched Mothra, its wings glowing an emerald green with streaks of blue, strafe the dragon’s wings with her four pincers. Great tears split the dragon’s wings, sending it plummeting into the caldera’s center. Righting itself at the last second, Ghidorah landed on his hindlegs with a monumental thud. Cracks splintered out in all directions of the crater’s basin, striking the walls that surrounded its perimeter.

    Ghidorah’s wing membranes snapped back together before the interstellar terror flapped its wings, launching a cloud of ash under the anomaly while cackling arrogantly into the air of their attackers’ folly. They should flee, die or bow before his power like Ramarak, Battra, the MUTO and even the mighty God-

    The right head snapped right, watching an emerald blob fall from the anomaly and crash into the ash cloud Ghidorah created, gradually attracting the other two heads in curiosity. The caldera’s basin cracked once more, shaking as the object arose within the grey shroud around it and began to trot toward Ghidorah, flames piercing the cloud’s edges. A monstrous foot covered in emerald flames stepped out of the cloud and crushed the crystal skeleton’s skull beneath its heel, causing the anomalies above to flicker chaotically. Gradually, the full, legendary form of Godzilla peered through the haze, encompassed in emerald flames from head to toe. Large pillars of fire sprouted out his back where his spines once existed, but the most intense blaze existed around the leviathan’s eyes which focused on Ghidorah with a renewed drive for battle. 

    Ghidorah growled, scanning the battlefield as they contemplated their next move. With a shrill warcry from the central head, Ghidorah decided upon its next course of action. A swift death, for all that opposed them on their new world.

    Golden wings launched Ghidorah forward while Godzilla shook the island as he charged forward, melting the earth beneath his heels with every step. Godzilla roared in anticipation as they were about to collide, but Ghidorah became airborne at the last second, grabbing Godzilla’s shoulders with their heels and smashing the leviathan against the ground. While its heels burned, Ghidorah couldn’t help but cackle in amusement. 

    Why continue to fight? Even with his renewed strength, Godzilla still could not hope to defeat th-

    Mothra’s stinger pierced Ghidorah’s central head like a hot knife through butter, silencing the central head’s arrogant cackles. Ghidorah stumbled backward in agony, dragged by the monstrous insect until bone cracked violently. Four, mangled pieces of Ghidorah’s central snout blew in the wind, all that remained from the impalement but soon it writhed uncontrollably. A fresh head sprouted from Ghidorah’s middle neck, eyes wide with fury and anguish. Golden energy channeled through all three heads, their gaze locked on Mothra, until the left head noticed a green glow barreling toward them. The dragon changed targets, unleashing three bolts into the air merely for the blur to avoid them and slam into the ground, unleashing a pulse which rattled the storm around them. The gravity bolts within Ghidorah’s maws ceased as the electromagnetic pulse washed over them, allowing hisses of anger to follow as they recognized the parasite before them. 

    The Male MUTO, its crimson glow replaced with an emerald hue, repetitively slammed his appendages into the ground, unleashing a flurry of chittering calls. It was time for their round of conflict. 

    Ghidorah’s eyes narrowed. The dragon would ensure it would be their last encounter…

    The MUTO lunged forward. Ghidorah’s heads followed suit, snapping forth with murderous intent, yet the parasite flew through their grasp. Fury coursed through Ghidorah, sparks dancing within their jaws as they watched the MUTO perform an aerial loop directly toward them. All six eyes awaited the parasite to near only for Godzilla to ram into Ghidorah and slam the dragon through the caldera’s inner wall into a hollow magma chamber. 

    The MUTO circled high above, hearing the earth tremble as the two titans collided beneath the volcanic rock of the caldera’s perimeter. A friendly chirp alerted the Male to Mothra’s presence beside him before another section of the inner wall exploded outward. The two looked on as Ghidorah collapsed backward while green flames lined the void’s exit before Godzilla returned to the storm’s fury. 

    Emerald and crimson sparks began to cascade across Godzilla’s body, generating clouds of steam as he approached Ghidorah. A generally increasing hum took hold of the environment, deafening thunder from the lightning crashing around the caldera before Godzilla warned his allies to stay away. As Godzilla prepared to unleash a devastating pulse, his shadow draped over Ghidorah’s fallen form, bolts of raw power exploded out of Godzilla where his spines once existed. In tremendous pain the leviathan fell forward, but remained upright, turning its attention to his back where pillars of fire plumed where his spines once existed. A roar of frustration vented from Godzilla’s jaws. 

    He couldn’t perform his pulse at full power without his spines to channel the energy. Then how could he defe-

    A mocking cackle gradually drew Godzilla’s gaze to his rival who stood upright with its wings fully extended and maws filled with golden power. The wind howled in anticipation. Lightning danced around the battlefield.  Sparks cascaded across the dragon’s wings nearly as bright as the sun while Ghidorah’s murderous eyes focused on Godzilla. 

    It was time for the mighty Alpha to be granted a final act of mercy.

    Unrivaled bolts of gravitonic energy burst from Ghidorah’s maws and body in a focused stream matching the size of the dragon. A wall of lightning flowed over Godzilla, causing the behemoth to vanish within the focused fury of the storm. The caldera wall behind Godzilla detonated as the torrent of energy destroyed all in its way, creating an arch in the perimeter and only ending as it impacted the sea creating a colossal cloud of steam. The ocean stirred chaotically from the strike, shockwaves in the air reaching as far as the U.S.S. Cowpens which struggled on the seas a few miles from the impact zone. The bolts continued to wash over the Alpha until Mothra and the MUTO dived onto the dragon. In the chaos of the three monster’s brawl, Godzilla gradually reappeared, a husk of his former self beneath the arch in the wall. 

    Deep scars covered the thin layer of skin left on Godzilla while open flesh steamed as rain fell upon it. The green flames which once encompassed the behemoth’s body now appeared as nothing more than emerald embers. Atop scorched earth, Godzilla stood in a state of shock, catching his breath for a moment. 

    If only he possessed it…

    The archway above collapsed down upon the mighty Alpha. Baltic rock shattered over Godzilla’s hide, but the amount proved too much for the behemoth to stay standing or even stay in sight. With a painful growl, Godzilla’s legendary form disappeared beneath a mountain of basaltic rubble, leaving Mothra and the MUTO to fight alone. 

    With Mothra in their left head’s maw and the MUTO in their right, Ghidorah slammed the pair into each other before tossing them into the water logged volcanic soil below. Ghidorah hissed in annoyance as the duo arose in defiance. With all the terror unleashed upon them, with Godzilla reduced to a shell of himself, they still continued to stand against him? 

    How… boring.

    Ghidorah swung his colossal wings downward. Hurricane force winds subdued the two insectoid creatures while the hydra ascended hundreds of meters in seconds. Ghidorah gazed upon the monsters below with a sense of regret. Their own wounds were meager compared to Mothra, MUTO, and especially their rival, but with a world to conquer, death for even those they despised seemed like a distant desire. Ghidorah would prolong their torment, killing them another day, until then they would remind them of their failures with a final cackle. The hydra parted his jaws, but another warcry boomed from above. The left head looked upward first followed by the rest to witness a phoenix in the shape of an arrowhead, covered head to talon in crimson flames, plunging toward them. The arrogant cackle morphed into a roar of surprise before the object smashed into Ghiodrah in mid-air.

    Mothra and the MUTO scattered to evade the falling titans. The pair took flight just as Ghidorah’s body crashed upon the caldera’s center in a plume of fire amidst the storm. Through steam and ash, Rodan’s mighty wings outstretched over Ghidorah’s form, screeching into the heavens an unequal warcry. 

    The great terror wished to flee? To retreat from a battle it clearly possessed the power to end. How could the mighty Fire Demon be afraid of such a cowardly creature? The hydra’s only purpose would now be to fall beneath its mighty talo-

    Ghidorah’s central head snapped onto Rodan’s throat. Blood spurted into the air from Rodan’s beak; his avian eyes trained on the right’s heads maw filled with golden energy. Before it could fire, Mothra’s stinger burst from the back of its throat attracting the attention of the left head. It charged its own gravity beam merely for the MUTO to swoop in and clamped its jaws on the back of its head, pulling it upward so the beam cut through the clouds above. Ghidorah’s central head sneered in hate, releasing its grip on Rodan so it could slam its head against the MUTO. 

    The Male struck the ground hard, denting the soft earth. A quick shake of its head eliminated its daze as he arose, but even with Rodan and Mothra fighting together, Ghidorah wouldn’t be distracted too long. The Male could only think of one way to end the battle. The taste would be dreadful, but if it bested Shin Orga, it would need to work again here.

    With a quick call, the MUTO instructed Mothra and Rodan to hold Ghidorah in place. Mothra chirped in agreement, digging her dagger like appendages into the dragon while Rodan shifted its gaze to the parasite. A mocking screech escaped its beak at the demand before Ghidorah’s central and left head ensnared the Fire Demon causing it to yelp in surprise.

    The MUTO immediately propelled itself skyward. Higher and higher the parasite ascended into the storm until it reached a half mile above the battling Titans and let gravity take hold. The Male’s two dagger like appendages became one. The parasite’s fall seemed almost silent until it screeched for his allies to move. Each moved to the side of Ghidorah, allowing the MUTO to impale its arms between the central and right head. 

    Blood took to the water soaked air. The pouring rain visibly rippled from the hydra’s wails. Using all of its strength, the Male parted Ghidorah’s flesh to dive its head into its shoulder, yet something other than blood flooded the wound. An overwhelming golden light. 

    Golden energy in the form of lightning discharged from the open wound. The Male let loose a screech of surprise as sparks overtook his form, blasting him to the volcanic soil below. Mothra and Rodan looked to their fallen ally merely for gravity bolts to strike them from Ghidorah’s maws. The two titans struck the caldera’s floor hard, skidding across the blackened earth until the hydra ceased his attack, allowing their stagnant, smoldering bodies to feel their fresh wounds. 

    Ghidorah’s presence loomed over the fallen parasite, allowing its massive shadow to encompass the beast every time lightning crashed. Ghidorah’s right heel pressed upon the Male’s back left leg. Out of all the wounds it suffered over the day, out of all the pointless battles the hydra endured, the strike the MUTO performed achieved a level of pain Ghidorah hadn’t experienced in eons. For that, Ghidorah would grant no mercy for the MUTO. 

    A sickening crack reverberated through the caldera followed by the MUTO’s cries. Ghidorah cackled in amusement merely for the ground to begin to quake. A crimson glow attracted the left head’s gaze, and gradually the other two heads, to the mountain of rubble atop Godzilla. Lava bubbled through the cracks and the pile trembled as behemoth melted all the material atop his body. Emerald flames re-ignited across the leviathan’s form while his eyes narrowed on Ghidorah, focused on the slowly healing gash the MUTO created between his central and right head. With a deep, earth shattering roar, Godzilla ordered his allies to do one simple thing with all their remaining strength: attack. The hydra took his heel off the MUTO, screeching at them to end this pointless struggle, but in unison the group launched skyward.

    The MUTO lunged first merely for Ghidorah’s left tail to smash it back to the ground. By the time the right head shifted to Mothra, the guardian flipped her body around and embedded her pincers and stinger into the right head’s neck. No matter how much the right head contorted, Mothra refused to release her grip. Ghidorah’s central head chomped down onto Mothra’s thorax, but before its bite could fully tighten, molten talons from Rodan ripped the central head off and forced Ghidorah to backpedal into the caldera wall. The left head hissed, deciding which monster to attack, before jaws snapped around its head from the MUTO who desperately held on with all its strength. 

    Godzilla’s muscles tensed. Reptilian eyes bolted open as he summoned all the power Leo bestowed to him. The great emerald fires raging across his back erupted furiously, melting any rock it touched. With an intense blaze burning within his jaws, Godzilla charged forward, turning rock into lava with every thunderous step.  

    Ghidorah felt the ground tremble and the hydra moved into a frenzy. Its heads in unison slammed against the rock wall behind them, pounding their respective monsters against the volcanic earth, until Godzilla’s body careened into hydra, embedding it into blackened moldet rock. Pained cries echoed from all three of the dragon’s jaws. The tall obsidian walls fragmented yet remained standing while Godzilla pinned Ghidorah with all its strength. Golden scales sizzled from Godzilla’s fiery claws, subduing the great hydra’s movements as emerald atomic fire burned within Godzilla’s maw like a forming star. Each head moved to stop Godzilla, but Rodan, Mothra and MUTO held on with all their strength, allowing Godzilla to clamp his jaws over the grievous wound caused by the parasite. 

    Atomic fire poured into Ghidorah’s body. Ghidorah screamed in fury and agony until its cries evolved into three, uncontrollable emerald geysers. The hydra’s body gradually expanded. Bolts of power ripped through Ghidorah’s softening flesh, signaling for Mothra, MUTO, and Rodan to retreat. The left head’s flesh melted away in a pool of golden ooze while the right neck detached entirely, allowing a steady stream of energy to pour out of its base. Enraged eyes of the central head forced itself to gaze down at Godzilla, bathing the reptile in its own radioactive weapon. 

    Ghidorah’s primordial eyes gazed upon their ancient rival with unparalleled hatred. After so many confrontations, it would seem Godzilla finally defeated them, but if their rival thought death would embrace them so easily, he truly deserved the title of King amongst the foolish titans. 

    An emerald explosion, overflowing with fire and plasma, consumed both Kings.

    A blinding shockwave ripped through the atmosphere. Clouds parted violently from the force of the explosion while an emerald blaze with chaotic bolts of lightning filled all the space within the caldera and around the anomalies. From a high altitude Rodan and the MUTO awaited the victor to emerge, but as they allowed the great inferno to subside, Mothra traveled back into the white anomaly to retrieve the last remnants of life in her old world.


    Ultraseven awaited the aftershocks of the explosion to subside so he could continue his journey up the slopes of the caldera. The storm seemed to be fading, light gradually piercing the dark layer of clouds above the island. With the sun’s rays he could regain some of his old power and finally end the chaos from the anom-

    “Hey! Ultra-Eleven!”

    Dark memories flooded Seven’s mind. Without hesitation, Seven dropped Hikaru onto the rocky terrain and took a defensive pose. His yellow eyes scanned his surroundings before he shifted his focus to discover the source of the voice, the same which called monsters from other worlds years ago to destroy the Earth for ‘fun’. The dark Elias, Belvera. 

    “So you’re the cause of this?” Ultraseven yelled as he formed an L with his two hands. 

    “Not even close, Eleven,” Belevera lethargically retorted as she slowly descended to eye level, her head resting in her hands.

    “It’s Seven.”

    “Good for you, but I need your help.”

    Energy sparked across Seven’s hands as he summoned all of his energy reserves. “Why would I help a killer of innocents like you?”

    “It was fifty years ago, and I honestly didn’t care so much back-”

    A yellow energy streak discharged from Ultraseven’s hands merely for it to strike open air as Garu-Garu evaded right and countered with its own ray. The purple ray slammed Seven’s chest and flattened him against the rocky landscape. Pained gasps echoed from the alien warrior before Belvera and her mount hovered just above Seven’s head, a look of ire now across her face.

    “As I was saying, I honestly didn’t care, back then. Second, if I remember correctly, while I killed a few, no one died that day thanks to you and your brothers. And now, I need your help to make sure it doesn’t happen again so you coming or not?”


    Mothra touched down upon the charred landscape of the island as gently as possible, dropping Audrey, Nick, Moll, and Lora off with a wad of condensed webbing. Audrey pulled herself from the sticky substance before easing Nick’s unconscious body out of the webbing, laying him gently upon the charred earth. 

    A blue tint encompassed the visible skin of Nick Tatopolous. A harsh wheezing escaped the unconscious man’s lips while his chest barely moved, but Audrey remained close, holding his left hand tightly.

    “Found him!” Belvera yelled as she descended. 

    Ultraseven touched down right behind her, placing Hikaru to his side as he kept a wary eye on the new Mothra which blanketed his form in shadow before he focused on Moll. “I see you had a change of heart?”

    Moll nodded. “I did. Though it seems the battle has affected the tears. They seem to be fading, slowly, but more so with every moment.”

    Ultrseven glanced passed the group to the two anomalies still floating above the caldera side by side. Their calm glass like exterior no longer flowed like water, but appeared as turbulent as the ocean during a hurricane. Their multi-hundred meter diameter seemed to be receding, bringing a sense of relief to Ultraseven. A hand on his shoulder quickly drew Seven’s attention to Audrey whose eyes were filled with hope and terror. 

    “Please, my husband needs your help. You can save him, right?”

    Ultraseven looked over the dying man and bent beside him, placing his hand atop Nick’s nearly stagnant chest.  

    “The power of my garrison is far beyond what is possible on this planet. To save the life of this man, is something I can do, but it will take time.”

    Tears swelled within Audrey’s eyes. “Please, will you?”

    Ultraseven remained silent. His hand coursed over Nick’s body before he shifted his gaze to Hikaru’s unconscious form. I’m sure you would find this amusing if you were awake Peacelander, Seven contemplated. Especially after how hard you fought for the life of this man.

    “With the Earth safe and a life at risk,” Ultraseven explained before glancing at Audrey, displaying a slight smile of compassion, “without question.”


    Infant Island – Earth –  Three Months Later

    Warm winds accompanied with the scent of salt blew across the spiritual island of Earth’s guardians. Flowers of every color swayed back and forth, allowing the pedals to take to the air and flow around the Shobijin, Moll, Lora, and Belvera who stood at the entrance of the isle’s main cave. All eyes looked upward as they watched the Shobijin’s Mothra, the legendary Mothra of the other world and the MUTO perform aerial maneuvers high above the island in a test of skill, a friendly battle in the cloudless, sun filled sky.

    “Is it still wise to allow the MUTO to stay here?” the Shobijin stated in unison causing Belvera’s eyes to twitch in annoyance. 

    The dark Elias crossed her arms, tilting her head as she responded, “Gee, what a unique question to ask for the fiftieth time…”

    “The Island has traditionally been reserved for Mothras and their worshippers.”

    A look of false shook gripped. Belvera’s face. “But that would mean, I, I would need to leave!” Belvera’s face molded back to one of agitation. “Luckily, I have a better idea. Why don’t you two go shov-”

    Moll immediately walked between Belvera’s left side and the Shobijin’s right. “Sisters, let us not argue amongst minor details. Besides, under our guidance they have proven to be reliable guardians of the Earth, and isn’t that our most prized goal?”

    Belvera opened her mouth to retort merely for Lora to grab her right arm. With a pained sigh, Belvera let the argument go, turning her gaze back to the monsters with a content smile gradually growing across her face.     

    Unimpressed, avian eyes watched the aerial dogfight from afar. His talons could easily shred the moths’ wings, tear apart the parasite’s body and prove the victor by the time their corpses broke the ocean’s surface, but… the drive for conflict which coursed through Rodan’s molten blood proved faint. He’d explored the new world, found monsters of varying shape and size, defeating a few unsuspecting titans along the way, yet upon every volcanic isle he declared to be his domain, he quickly departed. It lacked something the Fire Demon needed, something he could tell his old prey now possessed. 

    A caw of annoyance echoed from the molten saurian before he turned away from Infant Island. Out of the corner of his right eye, Rodan noticed a row of familiar dorsal spines submerge into the water of the Pacific. It seemed he was not alone in his search for a place in the new world.     


    H.E.A.T. Headquarters – Earth – Three Months Later

    Orange, violet, and blue rays cast down upon New York as the sun peeked over the cities’ horizon. The city which never slept roared to life with activity, but for Audrey Tatopolous, she remained frozen as she stood alone atop H.E.A.T. headquarters, awaiting an arrival three dreadfully long months in the making. 

    It’s this morning right? Audrey contemplated. Of course, you checked the date way too many times this morning for you to be wrong. Seven said he would be back in ninety days with Nick and he would arrive in the morning. Should I run down and get my computer, work while I wait? Oh yeah, that’ll be a great look. Welcome back to Earth Nick. How was your trip, oh can you hold on, I need to finish responding to these ema-

    “Hey Audrey.”

    Audrey’s head spun nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees in a second. Standing a few feet away with tears in his eyes, Nick Tatouplos stood with Ultraseven, at the size of a human, by his side. Audrey bolted into Nick’s arms before he could move, digging her face into his chest as tears swelled in her eyes. The two embraced for a minute without letting go of one another before Audrey pulled away so she could look at Ultraseven who now stood with his back to the pair. 

    “Thank you,” Audrey said with her voice nearly choking.

    Without looking away from the city of New York, Ultraseven responded, “It is merely my duty. I’ve learned much about your husband in our travels, and I’m glad to have saved such a good man.”

    “Do… you want to stay or-”

    “There are things I must do, people I must speak to. I sadly can not stay any longer.”   

    “Thank you, Dan!” Nick stated aloud.

    Ultraseven nodded before he took off into the sky, leaving Audrey and Nick alone on the aging structure.

    “Dan?” Audrey inquired as she put her arms around Nick’s waist. “Should I be worried about you two?”

    Nick placed his right hand on Audrey’s shoulder. “Not a chance, but where is everyone else?”

    “May have told them you were actually arriving tomorrow. Fun fact, I’m a bit of a selfish person.”

    Nick tilted his head, resting it against his wife’s causing her to close her eyes. “For some reason, I think I’m okay with that.”

    Traumatic and heartfelt memories flashed within Audrey’ mind of her husband. If she opened her eyes, they would have played out in front of her, but she suppressed the hauntings of her past and relished the moment that she pursued with all her heart. Her husband, finally safe in her arms. At long last, her mission: accomplished.  


    San Francisco – Shin Earth – Three Months Later

    Hateful eyes snapped open with utmost intensity.

    Ghidorah’s head writhed in place in an attempt to reorient itself. It had lost consciousness not long after crashing, mostly from blood loss. It distinctly recalled the dark warrior that separated it from the rest of the body. And it seemed the natural toxicity of the radioactive air had assisted in its regeneration. At the very least, the little blood that remained provided circulation, even in the absence of its main heart chamber. Its eyes observed the nearby landscape, only to notice the broken city off in the distance. None of the opposing monsters were present; they all vanished. The portal, too, was nowhere in sight. How long had it been out for?

    But the silver lining in all of this was the Skullcrawler’s rotted, headless body. Its jaws drooled with delight.

    Inhaling with its nostrils, the former right head made the long and arduous trek to the ruined metropolis. The silence reminded Ghidorah of the long voyages through space. Except then, it had company; an adaptation that ensured their collective sanity was kept in check. Here was nothing more than bitter loneliness.

    It slithered through the shallow waters and obstructing gravel that held throughout the confrontation. It inched ever closer to the Skullcrawler with nothing to fear from. However, there was a concern upon arrival.

    The dead lizard’s abdominal region had been torn open. Next to the gap were a mixture of stomach acids and blood, with a dark mass sitting in the middle of it. It was like a tumor in the shape of an egg, with an extension reminiscent to an umbilical cord. The dome-like shape had a hole in it, no longer hosting the embryo that once dwelled in it. It was then that Ghidorah noticed the trail nearby. Whatever had emerged from the black tumor dragged itself along the broken pavement, steadily increasing in size as it did so. Steamy blood painted its path, leading Ghidorah’s eyes toward the Bay area.

    Even without lungs to hold in air, the right head hissed at what it saw.

    A large tan marine creature awkwardly fumbled over itself. It had a long body, over 120 meters from head to tail, that was adorned with rigid dorsal plates and had gill-like pouches on its neck that ejected superheated blood. What carried its weight was a large pair of digitigrade feet, each step pressing into the asphalt. Upon hearing Ghidorah’s hiss, Shin Godzilla turned its head to meet the wyrm’s gaze. Shin’s fish-like eyes remained unflinching and unfocused as its snout stood slack jawed.

    Ghidorah waited for the opponent to make the next move. Knowing full well that it was a living organism, Ghidorah could not stand the thought of this thing thriving or propagating. But the lone head was in no shape to fight, and it knew that. Still, that would not stop it from killing if it had to come to that.

    Shin Godzilla broke off eye contact and returned its attention to the ocean that stood before it. Before Ghidorah knew it, the marine animal dove into the salty seas and vanished from visible sight, with only a steamy trail to indicate the creature’s presence. Ghidorah wasn’t sure how to feel about letting life continue on. But if it is of any consolation, he would kill it one day.

    Ghidorah veered back to the dead Skullcrawler, its jaws drooping with saliva. The wyrm tore into the deceased cretin’s flesh. With a jerk of its head, Ghidorah ripped the skin and muscle clean from the decomposing remains. There was no stomach for Ghidorah to digest it; rather, the wyrm let the rotted meat dissolve in its mouth. What it needed was not the contents of the meat, but the radiation that was packed within. As soon as the protein was nothing less than goop and its radioactive substance coursed through the neck, Ghidorah felt its body slowly regrowing itself. Then the dragon tore off another slab of disgusting skin.

    Rinse and repeat.


     Fifty miles off the coast of Vladivostok – Shin Earth

     A wave of hope washed over her.

    Her razor thin eyes flickered with weak, pulsating red light. Her body was frozen stiff, yet she felt the faintest warmth coursing through her veins. She shuffled, struggling to free herself from the ice-covered wall that she was bound to. Mustering whatever strength she could, she tore free from her burden at the cost of her frost-bitten skin. Her tired eyes tried to scan her surroundings, but it was all pitch black. Raising her massive forelimbs, the Female MUTO struck against the nearby wall.

    With a clink against a particular rock, a memory painfully sparked in her consciousness. Radiation. Element X. But it seemed the atomic minerals had been deprived of their energy, rendering it useless. But with it accompanied many other feelings, most of which she had a hard time recalling. It was all so fuzzy to her. There was suffering, there was pain… Yet she recalled warmth in the midst of it. It was beyond her comprehension.

    She gazed above, seeing the harsh blizzard block out the night sky. For a moment, she had thought she heard a call; though perhaps the roaring winds were the cause of it. She tried moving her innermost arms, only to find that they were missing. It was also in that moment she noticed that her womb was hollow. Her eyes radiated, screeching a mournful cry. There was no memory that spurred this, only a feeling. Her sadness became anguish, and from that agony it became absolute fury. The MUTO tore into the earth with her gargantuan, hooked limbs, burrowing toward the deeper layers of the planet.

    In her mind, there was little memory of her past and identity. But what she knew for sure was this; whatever ravaged her body only happened because she was weak. She would use this second chance at life to become stronger; become more terrifying; become an alpha predator that would trample all in her path.


    Shin Earth – Thousands of years later 

    His life and death swirled in a vortex of endless dreams. There was little to recall from the events that paved to his death as it all passed by like a shimmering waterfall. It was an eternity before the nostalgic feelings came to a close, with his consciousness coming to. The flowing river of memories ceased as Battra realized that his conception was nearing. It seemed this Earth, despite him not being native to this world, accepted him as hers.

    This new Earth gave him a shelter to dwell in as Battra was conceived for the first time since his original birth. The planet gave him the necessary nutrients to thrive in the egg-like space. Over time he grew, his hardened armor and fearsome jagged horn returned to him. Sounds of the outside world rang as he could only wonder what was going on. The pitter patter of tiny feet roused his curiosity, but something lingered deep in his soul. His only assumption was that the last of the humans he was mandated to protect had been trapped after he came out of the portal and repopulated. The more he contemplated on this idea, the more his anger stirred. Humans and Elias were responsible for all of this. So he would have his retribution by slaying every last one, ensuring their mistakes would never be repeated.

    Mustering his god-like strength, Battra shattered the egg wall that confined him, surging with his mighty power. Yet in the moment he emerged, there was so much information he had to take in at once. It was clear he was in a cavern, yet one that seemed to be hewn and excavated as opposed to natural formation. His shell was attached with pulsating web of technorganic wires infused with Godzilla-like flesh, and around him more technology of a similar caliber. Battra’s horn crackled with his Prism power as he noticed the humanoids that directly opposed him. Heinous, disgusting creatures that were neither human or Elias. Their slender frames, charcoal black skin, lithe tentacles, protruding dorsal plates, and singular blue eyes made that blatantly evident. Before he could even have the chance to discharge his weapon, their hot red veins illuminated into a fiery purple.

    From the core few humanoids that stood before him, the purple glow spread in a light display that brightened the entire chamber. In that moment, Battra recognized he was outclassed. Simultaneously, he came to another realization that terrified him beyond comparison. If he truly posed a threat to this society, he would have been terminated long ago. He hesitated for a split second, unsure if he would make it out of this alive.

    That was until one of them called his name in the tongue of monsters.

    Battra directed his attention on the sole humanoid who was not glowing like the rest of its kind. The humanoid identified their kind as the Millennians, who had been under the rule of monsters for thousands of years. They had sought to cultivate the planet and restore it to its prime, as to ensure its continued survival. Battra saw that these were only half-truths, and that they too were among the arrogant. But given the circumstances, he relented.

    As Battra’s energy diminished, so too did the Millennians’. Immediately, the aliens closest to Battra plopped onto the carved earth and worshipped him fervently. Battra was unsure what to make of this. It was sudden, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless. He agreed to help, only under the stipulation that he would do so by his will and as long as he would be adored and praised for it. For the Millennians, they complied. At long last, Battra could have a planet of his own to defend and no longer needed to disregard any obnoxious requests from a certain fairy.

    So long as these Millennians proved themselves worthy to be this Earth’s dominant inhabitants, he could get used to this.

    Winner: Godzilla (Legendary), Mothra (Legendary), MUTO (Male), Rodan (Legendary) 


    K.W.C. // October 31, 2019
  • Author: Harley Jameson | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski

    There was said to be a powerful and terrifying beast. A beast so horrible that it brought Japan to its knees and made it beg for mercy. Legend says that only a select few could ever defeat this creature, although their names were lost to time. This terrifying beast of legend, feared across the world, was known as Godzilla.

    A man made monster, Godzilla mowed down foe after foe, some claiming that his power equated and even surpassed the gods. Nothing could stop his never-ending rampage, nothing could beat him. One would try.

    There were even more ancient legends, of a dragon with bloodstained skin and a hunger for death. These two nightmares of humanity never once clashed in battle, but the ancient dragon awoke one ominios day, his mind set on such an encounter. The Yamata no Orochi was coming back.

    Toyama Bay was beautiful during the winter. While it wasn’t a nightly occurrence, the firefly squid often washed up on shore, illuminating the sandy beaches with such an array of cerulean hues that the beauty of the sight couldn’t be put into words. The ocean waves rolled gently onto the cold shore as the moonless night made the blue hue even more beautiful. This peace was disturbed though, by the waves crashing down on one another more violently than the last. Soon, the ground quaked as Godzilla, bathed in the bioluminescent blue of the firefly squid, marched onto the shore.

    Godzilla gave a mighty roar, his dorsal spines glowing as blue as his body. With a flash of blinding light, signature nuclear energy tore into the nearby forest, setting it ablaze and causing small explosions to rock the quiet of the night. As the King of the Monsters went further inland, engulfed in a blaze of his own making, the ground began to shake violently. Godzilla grunted in confusion, his eyes narrowing on the burning forest as it split open, swallowing trees like hell itself was opening its jaws. Flames licked the open air, and from its depth, a demonic roar echoed out. Godzilla stayed his ground, flexing his claws as he scanned the towering beast. Orochi’s eight heads roared into the night, its mind seeking only one thing: To kill Godzilla.

    Jets of searing hot flames shot out of a couple of the hydra’s heads, dousing Godzilla and erecting a shriek of pain from the irradiated creature. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air while orange light of the fires illuminated the night sky. Godzilla roared in anger and discharged an overwhelming atomic ray at Orochi, causing the ground to explode as it hit the ancient evil’s body. The creature slid back a few meters from the monumental force, causing Orochi’s heads to cry in pain.

    The heads quickly recovered, their vengeful glares transforming into crimson energy that sparked within their optical orbs. Bolts of red lightning shot out from each of Orochi’s eyes and maws. Godzilla screamed in agony as he was electrocuted, smoke curling from his skin. He snarled in anger and charged Orochi, getting in close and clawing at the hydra’s body, spilling its tainted blood upon charred earth. Orochi gave a wail of pain as Godzilla sank his teeth into one of the demon’s necks. Like a rabid animal, Godzilla shook his head side to side, aiming to rip out one of Orochi’s throats. Several other of Orochi’s heads grabbed Godzilla before he could complete the tear, biting down while the head being bitten bathed Godzilla’s back in flames. Moaning in anguish, Godzilla relinquished his grip to echo a roar of pain into the heavens.

    Orochi tucked a few of his heads and smashed them against the saurian’s abdomen, launching Godzilla away. The Monster King soared a few hundred meters before crash landing on his back. His dorsal spines dug trenches in the sand as he skidded away from the demonic hydra. As he slowed to a crawl, Godzilla returned to his feet, sand clinging to his body as his burns already began healing. More red lightning crackled out of Orochi, slamming into Godzilla and piercing his skin, red blood splattering onto the blue shoreline. The ground thundered as Orochi advanced, using his bulk to slam into Godzilla, forcing him to the beach once more while hellish flames bathed him.

    The flames gradually subsided, allowing Orochi to gaze upon Godzilla’s grevious wounds. His front skin was burnt and smoking, and Orochi cackled with malicious glee. This creature was pathetic to the mighty Orochi! He would defeat this stupid creature and the Earth would be his. Godzilla’s claws curled into fists, a snarl of pure fury echoed, attracting the heads to Godzilla’s fallen form. Even watching the saurian, they were too slow to react. Godzilla sprang up with frightening speed, launching an atomic ray at Orochi, blowing one of the heads clean off in a shower of gore. Orochi unleashed seven wails of pain, and Godzilla closed the gap between them, biting and grabbing at other heads.

    Orochi had no way of stopping Godzilla without doing damage to himself, and Godzilla ripped and tore unabated, yellow blood coating the Kaiju King as he gave a bellowing roar through Orochi’s flesh. Two more draconic heads soared into the surrounding inferno and caused another loud shriek of pain to echo from Orochi. The bleeding hydra had enough of this, and fire spewed out of its five remaining heads. Godzilla’s face scored the brunt of the monumental blaze, forcing the irradiated creature to stagger back, wailing as his eyes and nose were burnt and sealed shut.

    Unable to see or smell his foe, Godzilla staggered about, firing his atomic ray wildly. Not a single one touched Orochi as the dragon took to the air, firing bolts of lightning down upon their helpless foe and causing Godzilla to trip over the trench he dug earlier and fall to the ground, waving his arms wildly. Orochi gave another mocking cackle, his eyes glowing evilly as some of his heads shot lightning from their mouths and eyes, while others spat hot flames at the downed, pathetic creature. Smoke curled into the air as Godzilla wailed from the combined assault, his spines flashing blue as he tried to fire off his atomic beam, but Orochi’s continued assault shut it down.

    Orochi slowly moved toward Godzilla, not letting up his relentless attacks. This pitiful creature would die shortly, by Orochi’s own doing no less! Where even mighty gods fell, Orochi would rise! What Orochi did not expect, was a sharp flash of blue which washed across his whole body. Pain, it consumed the draconic god, causing him to writhe and scream in agony. Godzilla had used his last ditch effort, his Nuclear Pulse, and from the god’s cries of agony, the saurian knew he hit his target. Godzilla’s regeneration wouldn’t heal all of this damage instantly, but a sense of satisfaction took hold of the partially blinded monster as he slowly stood up, his body still smoking in the cold, night air. Godzilla could barely see Orochi, but he knew that if this fight continued, he’d be dead. Mustering up what little energy he had left, Godzilla’s dorsal spines began flashing blue, before slowly turning red.

    Orochi finally managed to right himself, the now five-headed hydra panting as he watched Godzilla charge up his Spiral Ray. At first the dragon’s eyes went wide, feeling terror for the first time in its hellish existence, but fear violently morphed into rage. No! He would not fall! Orochi roared of its defiant intent, frantically firing his lightning at Godzilla, but the monster king powered through the anguish. With a mighty roar, Godzilla fired his Spiral Ray at Orochi. Godzilla couldn’t see if his final attack hit home, but he heard Orochi’s wail of pain and the shockwave his ultimate move created, then nothing… He had won!

    Godzilla panted, slumping back to the ground. It would take time to recharge his energy, but with Orochi dead, it was time he could afford as he fell into unconsciousness. Seconds turned to minutes, but an unmistakable shadow gradually loomed over Godzilla. While bloodied and now down to three heads and three legs, Orochi was far from dead, unlike his pathetic foe. Orochi had to admit Godzilla was a powerful foe, but he knew that this creature’s strength was legendary, but not unstoppable. A godlike strength drawn from others, but alone he was just as mortal as any creature. Orochi’s remaining heads poured everything they had at Godzilla’s head, waking the unconscious beast with unparalleled misery. A blood-curdling shriek consumed Toyama Bay as the continuous attacks began to take their toll, and when Orochi finally stopped, there was nothing but a charred husk where Godzilla’s head used to be.

    Orochi had won, the legend of Godzilla was no more and soon Japan would suffer from a new, unending nightmare.

    Winner: Orochi 

    K.W.C. // October 21, 2019
  • Author: Matthew Freese | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski

    Atop a pedestal of stone, a god watched over his kingdom. Darkness had fallen over the land, and the moon and the stars stood against it and made for a spectacle to anyone looking up.

    Mothra Leo did enjoy the devotion and praise of his people, to hear their chanting and watch their elaborate displays in worship of him. Not out of a narcissistic desire, but because it made his followers happy and reminded him of all he was dedicated to protecting. It was the people of Infant Island that helped keep him from the path taken by beings like Battra.

    But he enjoyed nights like this one just as much, when his followers chose to leave him alone either to sleep or to enjoy the night for themselves. For these nights gave him a chance to bask in nature’s tranquility and to look at the beautiful tapestry laid out in the sky every night.

    On this night his focus was on a meteor shower. It was a beautiful display, a dynamic light show in contrast to the usual static beauty of the stars and moon. His emerald eyes suddenly focused on a large meteor, one that stood out against the rest for its size. It was big enough to where it would break through the atmosphere and strike the planet. Leo still continued staring at it, for reasons he didn’t know.

    Until dread dug its talons into his mind. The meteor carried a presence within it, something chaotic and destructive. The genetic memory he inherited from his ancestors told him that only one thing could be in that rock.

    Grand King Ghidorah.

    The meteor was going to land near Tokyo, which meant he had to act fast if he wanted to save millions. But, could he defeat this King Ghidorah? He was powerful, easily the most powerful Mothra to ever exist, but would his power be enough? He didn’t know how powerful this King Ghidorah would be. It wasn’t the same one his mother had fought alongside Godzilla and Rodan.

    Godzilla! That was it! He would need to find allies like his mother had. But, that Godzilla had disappeared, to where nobody knows. The only Godzilla that he could find quickly was… nothing like what his mother had joined forces with.

    Except that both had been plunged into agony by humanity’s ignorance and made bitter and spiteful by it. And yet, his mother had convinced Godzilla to stand against a greater threat, starting him on the path to becoming one of Earth’s greatest guardians.

    So, why couldn’t he do the same?

    Moving his wings, he propelled himself into the air. He had to get to Tokyo, and fast. It was a quick journey, few living things being capable of moving faster than Mothra Leo. When he reached Tokyo, he was grateful to not see a city in flames.

    What he did fly over on his journey was a colossal meteor embedded in the ground, crews of humans close to it and examining it. They looked up in awe at the colossus flying above them. Leo let out a call toward them, commanding them to keep away from the meteor, then kept flying. Though the people did not fully understand his cry, they understood the idea behind it. So when the meteor began to generate strange energy readings after the deity’s passing, growing by the second in intensity, many of the workers and scientists began finding excuses to keep their distance.

    Leo’s target was the first thing he saw, and even in its current state, it sent shivers through him. Godzilla’s frozen body still commanded a sense of fear and wrongness. Nothing about it looked natural. Legs that looked too big for it, arms and eyes much too small for a creature of its size, and scars wracking its entire body. Not scars earned in battle, but instead the result of skin not growing as fast as the rest of the body. At the end of a tail longer than the mutant were tall figures that resembled mutated, reptilian humans desperately clawing at the air as they emerged from what almost looked like a second head with an eye and set of jaws.

    This being had decimated Tokyo in a matter of moments. Even if humanity had created it, Leo still felt ashamed of himself that he had left them to deal with it on their own. There had been ample time to intervene, so he knew it was his fault for staying on Infant Island instead of venturing forth.

    Godzilla had limitless potential, as he could evolve in moments what would take other lifeforms millions of years and countless generations. Under the right circumstances, he could pose a far greater threat to life on Earth than King Ghidorah. Leo could feel the King of Terror getting ready to burst from its cocoon, so now was the time to make his decision.

    The frozen thing before him was an abomination, and a potential threat to all life on Earth. But it was still a living thing, and it was not evil like King Ghidorah. Like the Godzilla his mother had helped, it was a lost soul who had been relentlessly attacked by the world. How could anyone be surprised it would fight back? It needed to be shown compassion, not hatred.

    Mothra Leo’s body shone brightly, before the light faded to reveal he had become thousands of shimmering moths. The swarm of divine insects flocked toward the frozen mutant, covering it with their bodies. Their lights intensified, heat building within.

    Steam billowed upward from the moths, water dripping from wherever they touched. Godzilla’s eyes, still encased in ice, began to shift. They rolled in the socket to observe their surroundings, prompting Leo to back away from it. The swarm, with another shining flash, reformed into Mothra Leo.

    Though Godzilla’s body hadn’t changed in appearance, it was beginning to twitch. Its back glowed a vibrant purple as the frost turned to steam, revealing the black skin and red scars beneath. The tail twisted and contorted, breaking off chunks of ice which crashed to the ground, the impact shattering them. Mothra Leo cringed as the humanoids clawing at the sky cracked apart, falling from their prison only to meet the same fate as the rest of the ice.

    Tokyo’s people shuddered in horror as Godzilla roared to the heavens. Alarms blared all throughout the city, urging its people to seek shelter. The unnatural god stared at the city before it, its face an unreadable mask hiding whatever brewed within its strange mind.

    Mothra Leo called to the being, a greeting. An eye shifted to look at the guardian, before turning back to look at the city. Infant Island’s deity tilted his head, unsure of how to proceed. He called again, trying to open a dialogue with the strange colossus. As if it hadn’t heard him, Godzilla stepped forward. Its spines glowed once more, fire building within its jaws. Quickly, Mothra Leo began shedding an emerald colored powder from his wings. When a stream of fire erupted from Godzilla’s open jaws, he flapped his wings, sending the cloud of green dust into the fire’s path. The nuclear flames broke apart in the powder, being condensed into glowing spears which struck nothing as they moved amongst the cloud.

    This grabbed Godzilla’s attention, prompting it to turn toward Mothra Leo. It shrieked at the winged deity. This being would free it of its prison, then stop it from enacting its revenge? Did the moth seek to torture it? Leo yelled in return, revealing that the Earth was in danger. This made the mutant pause, giving the insect relief that it hadn’t just instantly attacked him. Another roar from the cancerous monster, demanding to know what this danger was.

    Telepathy was a natural ability of the moth god’s lineage. He knew Godzilla’s emotions, and through this he could piece together the mutant’s intent. When this threat was dead, its wrath would be turned upon humanity once more. And upon Mothra Leo if he intervened again. It was the only option in the colossus’s mind. As the deity struggled to figure out how to proceed, his heart sank. Godzilla’s head suddenly turned to the side, telling the god that the mutant also sensed it.

    The destroyer had awoken.

    A colossal meteor, split open like an egg. Metal objects were scattered on the ground around the space rock, drawn there from the intense magnetic waves it had put off moments before the cocoon burst. A blob of fire rose into the sky, slowly morphing into the one shape that prompted more fear than Godzilla. Hordes of fleeing workers, scientists, and now villagers as they desperately tried to escape what was coming.

    The cosmic energy solidified into a dragon coated in golden scales. Three necks like serpents waved through the air, their heads bearing intricate crowns of horns. Six crimson eyes looked upon the world with disgust, seeing the fleeing humans like humans would see a fleeing horde of cockroaches. The trio of jaws opened wide, baring their sword-like teeth. A moment later, the night was illuminated with three golden bolts of extraterrestrial power. They tore into the fleeing crowds.

    In mere moments, thousands of people with their own individual lives, hopes, and beliefs became one as ash against the desolate ground.

    Grand King Ghidorah’s fan-like wings carried him off of the ground, his twin tails swinging behind as he flew toward the glowing beacon that was Tokyo. He cackled, a trio of haunting shrieks that sounded unnatural and distorted.

    He had come to this world millions of years ago, when he was still a juvenile. Even then, barely anything could stand before his awesome power. He had been driven away, by titans of immense power who ensured nature remained balanced. He hadn’t come back for revenge, even though he was sure he could now eradicate all who had forced him away before, and certainly would if the opportunity arose.

    Another of his kind had been killed on this world. Every action and event produced disturbances at some level, no matter how small. And the death of a destroyer of worlds produced massive disturbances, even if they could only be felt by few. But, Grand King Ghidorah hadn’t come to avenge his kin, if the two had met the King of Terror would have likely killed his relative just as he did all life.

    No, this was more personal. Killing a Ghidorah would give any world so much hope, and the killer would believe themselves to be a hero immortalized by legend. Hope and legend. The former was so fun to crush, and the latter was always so satisfying to prevent. One couldn’t be immortalized if no one who knew them could tell the tale.

    Mothra Leo and Godzilla saw the golden hydra as soon as he entered the city. Gravity Bolts spewing from his maws ripped through buildings, ripping humanity’s structures apart and sending the cascades of rubble to the ground. The people who had been fleeing from Godzilla’s awakening were powerless, the massive crowds being perfect targets for the space demon’s power. Crimson eyes locked onto the guardian and the mutant. Grand King Ghidorah cackled once more at the sight of the two colossi. He always enjoyed obliterating the pitiful masses, but there was a certain joy to ripping into a being on the same scale as himself.

    Godzilla bellowed to the encroaching foe. It would have to decide what to do with humanity and the insect later, now was the time to display its power. Stepping forward, the cancerous mutant’s power flowed through it, accompanied by the brilliant glow of its spines. A stream of nuclear fire erupted toward the golden dragon. Mothra Leo flew to the side, unwilling to immediately attack King Ghidorah head on.

    The King of Terror watched the flames, but did not stop his charge. Before the flames actually touched him, a translucent barrier manifested meters above his scales. It was like the flames hit a wall, leaving Grand King Ghidorah unharmed. The geyser of atomic energy was pierced by Gravity Bolts, splitting it like stones in a river.

    Godzilla’s attack stopped as the bolts ripped into its black hide, causing it to shriek in agony. Godzilla staggered back as its pain continued, until the alien energy stopped flowing. A moment afterward, Grand King Ghidorah barreled into the mutant with both feet, sending it to the ground. The golden dragon then dropped feet-first onto Godzilla’s side, earning another cry of pain from the strange beast.

    Grand King Ghidorah shrieked as he was thrown forward, his back bending as Mothra Leo, clad in emerald energy, slammed into him. As the golden hydra hit the ground, the winged paragon fluttered back, revealing the now glowing underside of his thorax. The Mega Breast Cannon, a shimmering pillar of energy with power so grand it forced its user back, was unleashed from the god’s thorax. To his horror, Grand King Ghidorah’s barrier held strong, seemingly unaffected by one of his most powerful attacks.

    The end of Godzilla’s tail hit the ground near the mutant’s head, and with the straining of the numerous muscles within the colossal limb, it pushed the cancerous saurian’s body up to its feet. Meanwhile, Grand King Ghidorah floated into the air, manipulating gravity to maneuver himself to face his enemies. Despite being in the middle of battle, his three faces bore hideous grins. Focusing on Mothra Leo, the first creature to hurt the King of Terror in centuries, he rushed forward with the beat of his wings. The guardian of nature turned, only for golden bolts to tear into his back. He screamed as fur and chitin burned. He dropped, digging a trench through the streets with his head.

    Before Grand King Ghidorah could tear into the guardian with his teeth and claws, Godzilla swiftly turned, bringing the deformed colossus’s tail swinging through the air. The colossal limb crashed into the hydra’s chest, doubling the alien over. Before Godzilla could pull its tail back, two of Grand King Ghidorah’s necks wrapped around the appendage. As the mutant tried to pull itself free, the hydra’s third head opened its jaws, aiming its beam at Godzilla’s back. Cosmic energy ripped into the saurian’s natural venting system, tearing into the beast’s internal systems. Shrieks of agony echoed across the metropolis.

    Violet energy flowed through Godzilla’s body once more, but it did not flow toward its mouth. Lightning fired from the claws on the King of Terror’s wings burned into the mutant, earning cackles from the destroyer of worlds as he tormented his foe. Blinded by his sadism, none of his three heads noticed the tip of Godzilla’s tail writhing. As if it had a mind of its own, it aimed its strange jaws toward Grand King Ghidorah’s chest, which it was practically pressed against. The cancerous saurian’s power flowed into it, illuminating the limb’s mouth.

    Grand King Ghidorah shrieked when a thin, purple beam of nuclear photons tore into his pectoral, burning away scales and scorching flesh. He released his foe, subconsciously backing away to avoid the sudden, burning pain as his conscious minds tried to grasp what was happening in the split second. Once he was a few footsteps back, his barrier flared to life. The beam was reflected in multiple directions away from the invisible barrier, before fading.

    A black circle marred the immaculate body of the King of Terror, smoke drifting up from the wound. Grand King Ghidorah looked at the damage while staring at his foe, who was quickly turning to face him. The third head caught Mothra Leo now airborne, having watched the dragon be forced back, the information being fed to the joint consciousness of the hydra. Grand King Ghidorah’s scales reacted to the light in potentially damaging geysers of energy, weaving the barrier that added to his already immense durability. But when the source of said energy stream was too close, the scales couldn’t react.

    And now his foes knew that.

    Godzilla stomped forward, trying to close the distance quickly. Mothra Leo rushed toward the hydra, his body glowing emerald once more as he prepared the Excel Dash. Bolts of lightning from Grand King Ghidorah’s wings seared into his frame before he could get far, forcing him back. Mothra Leo started flying away from Grand King Ghidorah, preparing to circle around. The King of Terror left the ground to pursue, only for Godzilla’s Ultra Atomic Ray to burn into his barrier once more. Quickly realizing his barrier couldn’t hold against the cutting beam for long, Grand King Ghidorah’s attention shifted to his grounded foe as he himself landed.

    Gravity Bolts and Wing Lightning burned into Godzilla’s hide, cutting off the mutant’s attack. Grand King Ghidorah continued the attack, sending chunks of the saurian’s blackened body flying. Godzilla fell to the ground, shrieking. The King of Terror laughed. So much power within such a pathetic creature.

    A gust of wind hit his back, before a large cloud of emerald colored powder drifted over the hydra’s body. His beams hit the scales, and they caught the energy and shrunk it into glowing spears of alien power. Grand King Ghidorah’s power was turned against him, his own beams blasting his torso. He screamed, and the cry was further tortured when the scales started paralyzing his muscles. Summoning his willpower, the dragon beat his wings, dispersing the scales with his own gust of wind.

    Mothra Leo fired blue bolts of lightning into the ground behind his foe. A colossal pillar of azure energy burst from the ground, obliterating the concrete and cars in its path. More pillars like the first quickly erupted, moving in a line forward. The third pillar hit Grand King Ghidorah, throwing the demon into the air as his feet and legs burned.

    Godzilla pushed itself to its feet, just in time to watch the screaming Grand King Ghidorah crash into the ground before it. Face down, the King of Terror groaned. He began to lift himself into the air, only for Godzilla’s massive right foot to come down on his center neck. This pinned the demon to the ground, leaving it to thrash madly. The saurian’s other foot came down on another of the demon’s necks, its tail coming down on the third.

    As the cancerous mutant twisted its right foot to further the pain on Grand King Ghidorah’s center neck, Mothra Leo landed on the hydra. Jade Bolts from his wings and Cross Heat lasers from his forehead burned into Grand King Ghidorah’s back, further intensifying the flailing. He looked up to Godzilla, then let out a shriek. He believed the fight to be nearing its end, and he didn’t know how much of an opportunity he’d have to speak after it was done. The mutant looked down upon the god. It let out a roar, a statement of defiance. If that was the case, then the moth would perish along with humanity. Both stared at each other, still continuing to attack their shared foe. Leo let out another cry, begging Godzilla to reconsider, as he did not want to harm the mutant. This made the saurian pause, completely unaware of how to proceed.

    Grand King Ghidorah’s wings reared up, before digging their claws into the ground. Straining them, he pushed his body up. Mothra Leo flew into the air, crying out in shock as he watched this. Godzilla staggered, trying to keep its hold on the dragon. The head pinned by the mutant’s tail freed itself, before biting down onto the tail’s tip.

    Godzilla fell back when a Gravity Beam tore into the tail’s mouth. It screamed as the bolt ripped through the limb, splitting the “head” in half. A chunk of the tail flew off as the beam tore through it, leaving a gaping hole from the tail’s tip to about halfway up the limb. Grand King Ghidorah forced himself into the air, screaming madly as he left the ground.

    Before Mothra Leo could react, the King of Terror lunged toward him with a bellowing roar. Grand King Ghidorah’s outer heads bit down on Leo’s wings, punching through the soft membrane with their teeth. They flailed, ripping into the wings further as the center head lunged for a bite at the guardian’s face. The deity barely shifted his head enough to avoid the bite, then did it again to avoid another. Grand King Ghidorah’s center head reared back, then was thrust forward in an attempt to rip the god’s brains out.

    Three thin beams of emerald energy came from the trio of gems on Mothra Leo’s forehead, searing into Ghidorah’s center tongue. Saliva boiled as the tongue was severed, forcing the demon to relinquish his grip on the insect. All three heads screamed, sending the damaged organ into a free fall. Mothra Leo caught himself in the air, then looked up.

    Grand King Ghidorah was still.

    Godzilla pushed itself up, quickly adapting to the horrid pain that flared through its tail whenever it moved the limb. Suddenly, a dome formed around the mutant. It was a disturbing thing, a sickly yellow construct that looked like a tumor. Godzilla prodded at it, only to recoil as the dome’s interior was like acid.

    Mothra Leo panicked as he looked down at his ally’s predicament. His vision went blurry when a golden foot slammed into the top of his head, sending him into a spinning plummet. Two jaws clamped onto his body a second later, crushing chitin and spilling yellow blood. Still disoriented from the kick, the god was powerless as Grand King Ghidorah lifted him above the demon’s three heads. The hydra’s center head thrust its antlers into Mothra Leo’s abdomen, forcing a cry of agony from him as blood spewed from the wound.

    If the guardian could look at his foe’s eyes, he would see them opened as wide as they could possibly be. Grand King Ghidorah’s whole body shook with laughter, only making the moth’s pain worse as it shook the blades spearing into him. The King of Terror ripped his horns free, and relinquished his grip on Mothra Leo’s body. Refusing to give the moth a moment not filled with new agony, Grand King Ghidorah unleashed his Gravity Beams on the falling insect, hastening the fall.

    Mothra Leo’s body slammed into the ground, forming a crater. Grand King Ghidorah’s feet crashed against the guardian’s wings, further damaging them and the ground beneath. The god screamed in agony, which became a tortured squeal after a stomp to his back.

    Godzilla watched on, still able to see the torture clearly despite the barrier between it and the rest of the world. This vile wall tampered with its natural radar, and the golden hydra’s own barrier meant the mutant could do little to stop this savagery from here. It stepped forward, pressing its body against the acidic dome. The construct fought against it, burning its weakened skin. It stomped forward, so slowly. The lack of speed only made this worse, mentally and physically.

    It needed to know. Why did the guardian not want to hurt it? Why did the guardian not want to fight against the cancerous aberration once he would no longer need it? Why did the insect care for the ones who had hurt Godzilla? Mothra Leo was nothing like anything it had encountered before, and it needed to know why.

    Within the creature’s body, its immensely complex DNA began to change. Evolving.

    Grand King Ghidorah danced upon Mothra Leo’s wings, cackling madly. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and the hydra’s feet touched gravel. Thousands of moths fluttered through the air around him. Racing upward before he could roast them with Gravity Beams, which instead blasted apart the streets, they reformed into Mothra Leo. Flapping his battered wings, every beat filling his body with pain, emerald scales flew forth from him and surrounded Grand King Ghidorah. The powder made the dragon seize once more as it tried to paralyze him, but the hatred filling the golden dragon allowed him to force his way through it.

    Grand King Ghidorah’s center head clamped its jaws around one of Mothra Leo’s legs, ripping through the limb and severing it in a gout of ichor. Even if he couldn’t taste it, the feeling of the blood coating him and sliding down his throat filled the King of Terror with pleasure. Grand King Ghidorah’s other two heads bit down on Mothra Leo, before throwing him to the ground.

    This time, the guardian could only flail as he tried to force himself into the air. Grand King Ghidorah raised his foot into the air, ready to bring it down on Mothra Leo’s skull. The ground shook, a series of rhythmic thuds echoing throughout the pavement. One of the space dragon’s heads moved to see the cause of the commotion, only for what it saw to shock Grand King Ghidorah.

    Godzilla running, its legs having thinned and being filled with toned muscle. The feet had shifted as well, having flattened and becoming thicker with muscle to better carry the rushing saurian. Each step was more graceful than the last, as if the being was actively learning how to run as it did so. The mutant opened its maw, before firing a thin, violet ray of destruction once more. Grand King Ghidorah had been dumbfounded by the sight of his changed foe, his three minds in one trying to figure out how the being had changed so quickly. When the beam burned into his barrier, his stupor was broken.

    And hatred took back control.

    Gravity Beams escaped the dragon’s three mouths, colliding with the Ultra Atomic Ray. Their combined power began forcing the photon beam back, prompting Godzilla to stop and focus all attention to the clash. The twin energies deadlocked in the middle, their point of contact forming a surging sphere of violet and gold.

    Grand King Ghidorah’s body began to glow brightly, as suddenly the orb raced toward Godzilla. The Gravity Beams intensified in their luminescence, the King of Terror’s full power now flowing into them. The mutant was powerless to stop this, the full power of both titans rushing toward it.

    Tokyo shook as waves of force rippled out from the blast. Every window for miles shattered. Buildings bent and broke, unable to withstand the grandiose power. The streets beneath the warring kaiju were thrown into the air, before being incinerated. Thousands of people not disintegrated or pulverized became deaf in a moment.

    Godzilla disappeared in the blast. Mothra Leo was picked up by the shockwaves, hurtling through the air as he screamed, silent compared to the roaring of the disaster. Even Grand King Ghidorah struggled to stay on his feet, the forces pushing him back, leaving his feet to rip through the ground as he fought to stay earthbound.

    Silence came soon after. Smoke filled the air, hiding the devastation. Vile scents mingled amidst the carnage, leaving a pungent odor over all. Screams echoed across the landscape, so minuscule in the grand scale of it all. The golden hydra reveled in it, basking in the fruits of his dark labor.

    No matter how often he caused chaos and destruction, his joy in it never faded. Many falsely believed the King of Terror committed these atrocities out of bitterness or hatred, that it was all the result of a void in his own heart. This couldn’t be further from the truth. This is what fulfilled him. If the meaning of life was the pursuit of happiness, then Grand King Ghidorah had succeeded.

    Through the smoke moved a swarm of glowing moths, trying to stay hidden. Grand King Ghidorah could sense life regardless of visibility, so their effort was pointless. This same sixth sense showed him another life form still clinging to life despite everything inflicted upon it. But this did not anger the hydra, for he never liked it when his enemies died out of his sight.

    He began walking. He did not need to rush, instead taking the time to further bask in the desolation of the area. Occasionally he would take time to crush or obliterate civilians, just to feel them disappear.

    Mothra Leo reformed over a massive pile of rubble. He sent forth wind, knocking enough of it loose to reveal parts of Godzilla’s body beneath. Descending, the guardian grabbed the mutant’s head, before flapping his wings to try and rise. Mothra Leo strained, his depleted strength making this an arduous task. To his relief, Godzilla’s eyes opened, and the saurian began to push itself up with its tail. The limb had mostly healed, but the “head” at the end of the appendage was still split in half.

    The god nearly wept when he got a better look at Godzilla’s physical state. The cancerous mutant’s arms were gone, seemingly incinerated. Its lower jaw could no longer close and was always split in two, having been nearly blasted off by the explosion. Scars were now wide open, and horrid burns joined them in deforming Godzilla’s body. The spines on its back were cracked open, looking ready to crumble away at any moment.

    Mothra Leo, once he was sure the saurian could stand, released his grip. Floating near the mutant, the god apologized. For dragging the creature into this battle, and for being unable to better stand against the golden dragon’s fury.

    Godzilla looked at the moth, baffled. If the guardian wasn’t speaking directly into its mind, bypassing any barriers of language and making all meaning clear, it would have had no idea what an apology even was.

    The mutant’s life had been a short one, filled with confusion and suffering. Its first memories upon dragging itself onto the land were screaming and fleeing creatures all around it, loud noises coming from every direction. Nobody had shown it anything resembling what the guardian showed it, which made the cancerous beast’s subsequent, agonizing transformations even worse. It was left to fend for itself, in a world that hated it, fearing even its own body. And then they started attacking it, eventually causing it pain.

    Godzilla had, in some way, been relieved when it had been frozen solid.

    Tears would have dropped from Mothra Leo’s eyes if they could have. From knowing the pain this poor creature had gone through, from realizing that this situation had been unavoidable, and from how hopeless this battle seemed. Even now, he knew Grand King Ghidorah was slowly making his way toward them, sensing the vile presence encroaching. Some light shined through the darkness of his dread when the mutant thanked him, for caring about the creature. For showing the wretched beast, rejected by the world, there was more to existence than pain and hatred.

    Mothra Leo whispered to the saurian once more, reassuring it that as long as he lived, Godzilla would never have to face the world alone. Loneliness was crushing, a feeling the god didn’t want anything to feel, much less a creature whose only crime was being unnatural.

    Grand King Ghidorah arrived, staring at the two who had caused him such tribulation. Mothra Leo turned, he and Godzilla meeting the triple gaze. Surrounded by destruction, Grand King Ghidorah howled to the heavens.

    The insect god shrouded himself in emerald energy, charging straight toward the destroyer of life. A trio of alien rays struck him head on, throwing his now unconscious body back. His fur scorched, eyes dimmed, he crashed to the ground behind Godzilla. Life still stirred in him, but it was faint.

    Godzilla charged its atomic ray, but Grand King Ghidorah closed the distance between them too quickly. The dragon’s center neck looped around the upper and lower jaws of the cancerous biped, slamming the jaws shut. The atomic energy was redirected, flowing into its tail. Swinging the appendage around, Godzilla slammed its tail into the hydra’s side, aiming the split tip toward the dragon’s back. Grand King Ghidorah had been ready for this, and his two tails shot toward his foe’s tail. They wrapped around it, holding it and forcing its deadly payload away. The beam soared into the city, carving through the bases of buildings.

    Swinging his right head like a club, Grand King Ghidorah assailed his foe’s face and neck. The horns scraped against the damaged hide, the force behind the strikes denting and ripping at the skin. The left head bit at Godzilla’s torso, ripping away chunks of flesh and occasionally blasting at it with a Gravity Bolt. The saurian’s blood was bitter and boiling, but to the space demon, it was like a sweet nectar just because he knew its shedding caused suffering.

    Godzilla tried to shake itself free, bumping against Grand King Ghidorah in an attempt to topple it. But the King of Terror was unmoved, and continued to overpower the saurian. The mutant knew it couldn’t last much longer, with power running low and its body being assailed by such horrendous power.

    At the brink of death, its body began to change once more.

    The mutant’s body grew hot, its back glowing once more. Grand King Ghidorah was not deterred; space had shown him both extremes of temperature. Did it think to repel him with heat?

    But this shift in temperature wasn’t the adaption, merely a side-effect. From where Godzilla’s arms had once been, vital fluids geysered forth. The skin burst open, bones forcing themselves out into the air. Cracking into place, they began to take the shape of long arms tipped with clawed hands. Grand King Ghidorah’s left head bit at one of the growing appendages, his teeth cracking the bone. Muscle and flesh began to form onto the limbs, allowing Godzilla to move them. They grabbed the head, pulling it away from them.

    The mutant’s new arms were thin, barely larger than their bones. But they were long, longer than Ghidorah’s necks. They cradled one of Grand King Ghidorah’s heads, and before it could thrash itself free, their thumb’s claws came down upon his eyes. The crimson orbs were ripped into with ease, spraying fluid as a third of Grand King Ghidorah’s vision went dark.

    Godzilla scraped its claws against the hydra as he backed away, relinquishing his grip on the mutant due to the agony. The claws peeled away scales, but lacked the muscle to draw blood from the demon’s body. Godzilla fired its atomic breath at the dragon’s center head, but the demon’s necks swayed to dodge the beam, before blasting the mutant back with their beams. Even though one head could not see, it could still rely on the other two minds to communicate their surroundings to it.

    The ground shook as the mutant crashed against it, groaning even after the alien power assailing it ceased. Rolling onto its stomach, Godzilla shakily pushed itself back to its feet. A sharp shriek of a laugh echoed, which the mutant soon realized was because it had been thrown next to Mothra Leo’s body.

    Grand King Ghidorah’s body glowed gold once more, his final attack being conjured. Godzilla panicked, using whatever strength it had left to get in between Mothra Leo and the encroaching doom. The only thing that had shown the deformed creature things beyond pain, hatred, and fear. A being that, even though it had only known him for a brief, difficult time, had given it something to care about beyond itself. It wanted to know more about his ways, to be able to enjoy life after so much agony.

    It had found a friend, a light in a seemingly endless darkness.

    A golden lance illuminated the night as it was driven into Godzilla’s lower back. The cancerous beast screeched to the heavens, knowing the pain it had inflicted with its own beam. Scutes caught in the beam’s path were erased, as flesh and bone were blasted away and vaporized. Seconds felt like years as Godzilla tried to draw upon the last wells of its strength to endure. Any moment now, it expected the pillar of energy to burst from its stomach.

    It stared at Mothra Leo. Even in this pain, it felt twinges of something else. It was a strange feeling, but a pleasant one at the same time. It was protecting another being, one who had shown it compassion. One who had shown it a new way to live. Something clicked within its mind, why the deity acted that way he did. Godzilla realized that there was a joy in protecting others, to save lives and act as a light in this dark world.

    As the mutant’s mind raced, as did its ever changing DNA. It was rapidly trying to increase the body’s resistance to the energy, but it was a losing race that only bought it more time. It tried to adapt a way to escape the beam, but the conscious will of Godzilla was too strong for that.

    Somewhere within the immense complexity of Godzilla’s genetic code, something changed. Bathed in the cosmic power of Grand King Ghidorah’s signature weapon, the portion of the DNA responsible for absorbing radiation adjusted itself. Its capacity to absorb energy expanded, for this was a type of radiation. Very different from nuclear radiation, but still radiation.

    Godzilla’s back glowed purple once more, but this time, golden energy intermingled with it. Its posture became more natural, the pain induced thrashing lessening quickly. The mutant’s tail moved, pointing itself toward Grand King Ghidorah. It began mending itself, the “head” reforming after having been split in two. The King of Terror did not cease firing, refusing to acknowledge what was becoming obvious.

    From the tail’s mouth came forth a beam of immense power, a thin, violet ray encircled by spirals of gold lightning. The combined nuclear and cosmic power ripped through Grand King Ghidorah’s right knee, causing the dragon to cease firing. He stumbled, horrid pain shooting through his body, before he caught himself with his gravity manipulation.

    The leg was useless, the entire kneecap obliterated. Burns spread throughout the entire limb, painting the once golden appendage black. Mournful cries echoed from Grand King Ghidorah’s jaws, his focus fully on the grievous wound. Until his attention was snatched by a brilliant glow. Looking up, the King of Terror could only recoil.

    Godzilla stepped forward, its full body glowing like a star. Wounds were mending themselves, the new surplus of energy filling the unnatural god granting it the power to do so. Its regeneration took energy, and in situations like what it had just come out of, wounds would have to fester to conserve power. But not now. It stared into the King of Terror’s eyes, watching as the dragon’s collective mind raced to figure a way out.

    There was none.

    The saurian’s jaws opened, filling with the same power that had come forth from its tail. Grand King Ghidorah folded his wings in front of him, lowering his heads. An unfamiliar feeling was seizing his heart, sending shivers throughout his form. The fear he had inflicted on so many now came back upon him.

    Godzilla braced itself, the protective covering slipping over its eyes. The Ultra Atomic Ray, adorned with spirals of extraterrestrial energy, was unleashed, banishing the surrounding darkness for a time. Grand King Ghidorah’s shields did nothing, the beam punching through the translucent barrier and his wings like they didn’t even exist. Raking its beam all across its foe, the mutated god poured every drop of power it could into this righteous vengeance.

    Finally, Godzilla centered its head, before looking straight up. The beam lit up the night sky, outshining the stars for the brief moment before it ceased firing. Grand King Ghidorah’s center neck dropped, the right and left halves going in opposite directions.

    Blackened bones and boiled organs were exposed to the air by gaping wounds. His beautiful wings had been sheared apart and off, the countless shreds shriveled by the intense heat. Burnt flesh and muscle clung to what should have been a carcass. The remaining two heads weakly flailed, alive more through spite than anything else.

    Godzilla wanted to finish the King of Terror off, but he could barely move. The mutated deity was on the verge of entering a coma, the same state it had entered after first firing its atomic ray.

    Mothra Leo landed on his friend’s head. Awoken by the intensity of the final attack, the guardian stared at the body of the destroyer of worlds. Firing two azure bolts into the ground before them, Mothra Leo used the last bits of his remaining power to unleash another Sparkling Pyre Road. The pillars of divine power erupted forth, before eventually consuming Grand King Ghidorah.

    When the attack faded, all that was left was ash.

    And Mothra Leo slept. A more natural rest, not the kind inflicted by heavy damage, but one born of exhaustion. Godzilla’s eyes closed as well, as it did the same. Not an unnatural coma, but the kind of rest that all living things did.

    It felt good, especially warmed by Mothra Leo’s presence.

    The sun rose on the two slumbering giants, and hung in the sky for quite a while before they awoke. The guardian began to fly, only to stagger in midair. Not even sleep was enough to keep him from falling, the full scope of his injuries catching up to him, but the mighty insect pressed on. The air vibrated from Godzilla’s footsteps as the mutation gave pursuit, unleashing a screech of solidarity with the guardian of Earth.

    With a new lease on life, the mutant dove into the ocean. Mothra Leo told his friend where to go to find Infant Island, and so that was the course Godzilla took. As the pair disappeared into the horizon, cheers began to sound off across Tokyo. Humanity would still be uneasy in the presence of this Godzilla, that would likely never change, but an ally of Mothra was still an ally of humanity.

    The god of Infant Island chuckled to himself as he flew, thinking of the looks on Moll’s and Lora’s faces when they saw his newest ally.

    Winner: Godzilla (Reiwa), Mothra Leo

    K.W.C. // October 11, 2019
  • Author: Joshua Reynolds | Banner: Joshua Reynolds

    Such arrogance. Humanity’s reckless violation of the natural world brought about their very downfall. Stirring in the darkness of ancient labyrinths, nightmare creatures awoke as the planet died. From nuclear weapons, global warming, over population and deforestation, mankind created the perfect environment for them. The point of no return came and went within days of their awakening. Every time one was brought down, it seemed as if two more took its place. New nests were located every hour. Within two months, entire continents went dark. Within a year, humanity had lost. Every major city had become a feeding frenzy. At a cost of billions, the human race had lost its place at the top of the food chain. Packed highways became smorgasbords. Towns had become buffets. Everything alive was on the menu.

    The Gyaos had won.

    What little remained of humanity hid in small pockets. They rarely ventured outside, choosing to live in the darkness of caves and underground dwellings, feeding on mushrooms and subterranean insects. Mankind was reduced to an endangered species of animal…

    But like the humans creating the call that summoned the Gyaos, the Gyaos made the call that attracted something else. Their overpopulating, coupled with their size, made the Earth stand out like a beacon of water in the dry desert that was the cosmos. In a universe ruled by the laws of nature, survival of the fittest was key. It hadn’t eaten in months. Its stomach routinely growled, desiring food. It flew the cosmos on outstretched, crimson wings. A green tongue licked its needle-like teeth, coating them in slobber. Enlarged ears could hear something in the distance. It was days away, but the sound was loud.

    The beast’s emerald eyes widened. This was it. This was the meal it was clamoring for. Its huge wings flapped once more, picking up speed. It soared through the vacuum of space like a shark does the water. It had no way of telling how much time passed before the image of the blue planet appeared on the horizon. It didn’t care. All it cared about was the delicious sounds being made by the Gyaos…

    Mount Everest, the highest point on God’s green Earth, was now her nest. The largest and oldest of the Gyaos swarm used it as a turret, looking down upon the world. She knew food was growing scarce. In a matter of months, if not weeks, there wouldn’t be enough living things left and her kind would start to turn on each other. She would wait here until that time came. Being the largest, no Gyaos would dare challenge her, let alone attack her. She didn’t care for the cold and snow of this region, but she was used to it. She survived the darkness for eons, since the fall of Atlantis. Her body was accustomed to the environment of death. When the nightmare was over and she fed on the last of her brethren, she would retreat back into the abyss in which it came. Then she would hibernate for countless millennia, until the Earth recovered and the next civilization would create an appropriate environment and food source for the Gyaos to survive.

    The Gyaos closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She was tired. The natural time to hibernate was approaching. But she desired one last meal. If she couldn’t find any humans to devour, she would simply have to make do for an entrée of her own kind. The monstrous, bat-like thing stood on the top of the mountain and expanded her wings. She prepared to take flight for a hunt.

    But then she stopped. Something pierced the night sky. It was the cry of a Gyaos, but a Gyaos in agony. The larger one traced the starry sky with her cruel eyes, trying to find the source. Then, a yellow beam shot through the heavens. It was quickly cut short. But in that brief second of light, the Gyaos saw the outline of something else. It was another winged giant. It was just as big as she was…

    But how?

    This Gyaos was eons old. She had survived through the tests of time to become this big. No other Gyaos alive could reach this size yet. Then another sound came. It was this thing’s roar. No, it was a screech. Like nails being dragged down a chalk board. The Gyaos snarled. This wasn’t a Gyaos…

    Indeed, what had invaded the Gyaos’ home was an interstellar predator. While the Gyaos had become the apex predators of the planet Earth, Bagorah was the apex predator of the Milky Way galaxy…

    The Gyaos stood tall and outstretched her wings again. Her large mouth released a scream, a sort of challenge, to the newcomer. High above, Bagorah’s emerald eyes looked down. Its tongue licked its chops again as bits and pieces of the smaller Gyaos fell from between its teeth and talons. The space bat turned in the air and flew down, jaws wide and talons outstretched. It shrieked aloud…

    The battle would begin now…

    The Gyaos braced herself. The air between her teeth-lined muzzle warped. A whistle-like noise came from her throat before the sonic cutter fired. The beam pierced the air, illuminating Everest. Bagorah cackled, swerving to the side, but Gyaos chased the monster with the beam, eventually clipping the tip of its tail. The bat hissed, spiraling downward. The Gyaos shrieked, ceasing her beam and hopping into the darkened sky. Bagorah missed, its claws digging into the rock and snow where its victim once stood.

    The bat’s head turned, eyes narrowing. The Gyaos’ talons came down, scratching at its crimson forehead. Trenches of green ichor began to flow across its face. The shadow of evil pushed downward, trying to overpower the invader. Bagorah gave way, bending its knees but bracing its body with its wings. Its mouth opened as wide as it could, seemingly unhinging like a snake’s. A horrible noise erupted from its gullet, warping the air. The snow around them began to vibrate. Waves began to roll across the Gyaos’ flesh as she dropped head and limbs twitching.

    Bagorah lifted a foot and brought it down on the Gyaos’ back, digging its sickle-like claws into the soft, brown flesh. The beast shrieked in agony, quickly thrashing about as the claws raked across her spine. Bagorah’s head came down, jaws spread wide. Needle-like teeth sunk into the Gyaos’ neck, drawing more of its delicious blood. The bat fed like a baby, sucking the blood from its victim’s neck. The Gyaos’ eyes began to roll. Its head went limp and jaws slack…

    Bagorah gorged, sucking the precious life fluid from its victim. However, the sound of more Gyaos suddenly rang. The bat dropped its quarry and looked up into the starry night. Its eyes narrowed, spotting several smaller Gyaos swooping in. Like the larger, they were starting to degenerate into cannibalism until sensing the newcomer. Bagorah stood upon the largest, wings spread wide. With a single movement, it was airborne to meet the oncoming, smaller Gyaos.

    Several sonic beams fired in perfect unison. The space bat managed to avoid several, but three hit their mark, clipping its wings and mid-section. Bagorah released a cry of pain, but kept flying forward. Two smaller Gyaos were first. One was caught in its massive talons, the second’s head in its mouth. The Gyaos caught in Bagorah’s eagle-like claws was crushed into pulp. The other screamed as it was held in place, the teeth stabbed into its chest, back and shoulders. The living embodiment of evil struggled, screaming in absolute horror as Bagorah’s head thrashed side to side, turning its teeth into saws. Its jaws continued to chomp like a frenzied shark until, finally, its entire top section was carved from its body. The lower half fell limp, falling to the base of Everest with a trail of gore following. The top half vanished down Bagorah’s throat, only acting like the appetizer to the meal it longed for.

    Several of the smaller creatures watched this grisly show unfold. They turned around, choosing to die of starvation than be devoured alive like they did humanity. Some of the larger ones moved forward, not afraid of Bagorah’s blood soaked mouth and talons. A larger, fifty-meter Gyaos descended onto Bagorah’s back from above. It pushed down, trying to drive the space bat back onto the mountain. More Gyaos followed, swarming the crimson predator. Their heads shot down, biting and gnawing at the apex predator’s flesh.

    They hit the side of Everest like a meteor. A titanic boom was followed by a colossal avalanche. The top of the mountain came down with a mind of its own. The warring predators were swallowed up by the snow and rock, covering them entirely. But that snow quickly began to turn a mixture of green and purple ooze as their bloods mixed. The icy dust had no time to clear before the snow exploded into the air. Bagorah stood tall, shaking its body in an attempt to rid itself of the piranha-like things clinging to him. Its head came down, biting into the wing of a Gyaos and easily sawing it off. But another Gyaos came down on it. Bagorah flailed about, perhaps it had targeted the wrong planet.

    Stumbling back into a cliff face, Bagorah was pinned. There were too many of the Gyaos clinging to its body to attempt to fly. Torrents of green blood were flowing from numerous wounds. Bagorah’s eyes spun in their sockets. Its jaw spread apart, popping at the joints to open as wide as the muscles and bones could possibly allow. A low rumble came from within the depths of its crimson form. The air warped between its teeth and a terrible scream erupted from the core of its being. Instantly, the Gyaos’ clinging to its body dropped to the snow. Their bodies thrashed and wings gripped the sides of their heads. Their eyes bulged in their sockets and jaws gurgled saliva. Half-digested remains of other Gyaos began to erupt from their mouths as the horrible, sonic screams caused them to violently vomit.

    Bagorah hissed, ceasing its attack for but a brief moment to catch its breath. The predator snarled, looking upon the ground in which the Gyaos lay twitching in puddles of their own fluid. Its head lowered and mouth opened wide again, this time launching thunderous, drum-like sounds. The snow began to vibrate as the sound focused on the fallen Gyaos, pushing them downward. Their bodies began to flatten outward, their fragile bones snapping and breaking from the thunderous booms of the waves of sound…

    Even when the last of the Gyaos that had swarmed it was killed, Bagorah continued to beat them with its sound waves. Some of the Gyaos hit directly by the blasts were crushed nearly paper thin, their skin popping like blisters and bones turning to dust. After several grueling moments, Bagorah’s jaws snapped shut. It snorted and stepped forward. Its body leaned down, biting one of its victim’s legs and tearing it off in haste. This was the type of meal it longed for…

    Suddenly, it fell forward. Bagorah’s face was pinned in the ribcage of one of the Gyaos carcasses. The largest of the Gyaos was back, now angrier than ever before. She held Bagorah’s head in the guts of her brethren, trying to smother the life out of it. The powerful predator thrashed, but the largest Gyaos was too heavy as she stood on top of its shoulders.

    Bagorah’s lengthy tail came up like a tendril, wrapping around the Gyaos’ neck. It pulled, yanking the shadow of evil off of itself. Bagorah quickly released and rolled onto its side. Its mouth parted, launching more of its booming soundwaves. The Gyaos took flight, dodging the visible, circular blasts of noise coming from the crimson beast. The Gyaos shrieked, closing in again with talons outstretched. Bagorah’s mouth shot up, biting the clawed toes. The needle-like teeth cut through the foot at an angle, severing its digits with a sickening gush of blood and snapping bones. The toes vanished down the bat’s throat as its large jaws tried biting again, but the Gyaos moved her wounded foot at the last second. Her other leg came down, scratching at its opponent’s eyes in an attempt to blind it.

    Flapping wildly, Bagorah took to the air with Gyaos trying to slash its face. The winged monstrosities gripped each other by their talons and outstretched wings. They spiraled about as they continued to lose and gain altitude every passing second. A ball of screeching horror, flailing limbs, snapping jaws and flapping wings, the monsters orbited the top of Everest. After several rotations that rained a mixture of green and purple ooze onto the mountain, the giants plummeted. Bagorah landed on top of the Gyaos, pinning her wings to rock with its own, talon-like hands. The Gyaos shrieked and the air around her mouth warped.

    Before it could fire, Bagorah’s mouth shot down at lightning speed, biting the lower jaw of the creature. The teeth sunk into the insides of Gyaos’ mouth and, with a single motion, tore off its bottom jaw. The Gyaos’ cries of agony quickly became gurgles as her own blood flooded her throat and lungs. The living nightmare continued to thrash and struggle, trying to break free in order to continue her eons of life. However, Bagorah merely dropped the jaw from its own and parted its mouth. At point blank, a high-pitched scream erupted from its gullet once more. Her head was forced down as the snow vibrated into the air around it. The Gyaos tried to cry, but it was unable to. Even if her lungs weren’t flooded, the sound would have been driven right back down into her mouth. The Gyaos’ ears began to bleed. Her eyes bulged, tears of purple ooze coming from the corners. She continued to struggle for almost a minute as the sound ramped up the pressure on her skull until she could take no more…

    The Gyaos’ head shattered like glass, spilling her brains across the snow. Instantly, the Gyaos’ struggling ended and her body went limp. Bagorah released its hold, shaking its head from side to side. Now it could eat in peace. And if this was the largest of this species, the rest would quickly follow its path directly into its hungry stomach.

    In the endless reaches of the cosmos, the Gyaos believed they were the biggest fish. Today, they learned there is always a bigger fish…

    Winner: Bagorah


    K.W.C. // September 30, 2019
  • Author: Kristian Zatkoff | Banner: Dao Zang Moua

    Several buildings were blasted into pieces when a rainbow-colored ray detonated upon them. Mechagodzilla let out a loud shriek as he struck a pose with his left arm out in front of him, quickly shifting his hand into a horizontal position before unleashing hell on earth with his Revolver Finger Missiles. Entire streets and buildings were uprooted and blown into tiny pieces like glass as the missiles dug a good distance underground and exploded right under the streets of London.

    Moguera landed some distance away, setting the city ablaze with its arm lasers. Mechagodzilla activated its boosters, ready to take off to the next target when something hit it from behind, knocking it headfirst into a burning building. Zone Fighter let out a shout announcing his arrival.

    Their match could now begin!

    Moguera’s treads roared to life as the mighty robot ran over several buildings, wood and bricks splintering in the air and raining down as deadly projectiles as people tried to get out of the machines path. Zone Fighter lifted up the still grounded Mechagodzilla and began to spin around in circles faster and faster before throwing the huge chunk of space titanium into Moguera. Mechagodzilla merely deflected off of the robot’s chest, Moguera didn’t even slow down.

    The Meteor Man had no time to get out of the way and could only brace for the worst as Moguera slammed into the giant alien warrior. Zone Fighter immediately entered a dazed like state, confused where he lay. It took him a moment to figure out that he was on his back, looking up at the sky. Moguera must have ran over me, he thought. As he got up, he noticed he had no other injuries save for the tread tracks on his body. Thankfully he only blacked out for a sec-

    Mechagodzilla burst from Zone Fighter’s side, screeching in surprise as his right finger launched forward, stabbing the Meteor Man’s gut. Zone cried out in agony, falling forward with his arms covering his abdomen while Mechagodzilla simply watched. With another opening, Mechagodzilla took advantage of Zone Fighter’s status and karate chopped Zone in the neck followed up with a kick to the ribs. Zone stumbled down the cities’ streets but managed to keep his footing. Mechagodzilla lashed out again with another stab but Zone dodged the blow, grabbing the machine monster by the arm and throwing him down atop a street overflowing with vehicles.

    Zone Fighter staggered back, taking a moment to catch his breath. Mechagodzilla’s down, now where is-

    From behind Moguera fired its chest laser, but Zone Fighter jumped up into the sky, twisting his body around in midair before kicking Moguera in the face causing him to stagger back. Thunderous blows continued to rain upon Moguera until Mechagodzilla roared a shriek at Zone Fighter. Zone Fighter threw a final punch across Moguera’s face, sending it careening into a building as he shifted his attention to the nearby mechanical abomination. Standing amongst the flames of a burning London, it looked like, for lack of a better term, a Terminator Godzilla and Zone was targeted for termination. Zone Fighter ran toward him only to be blasted in the back by Moguera’s arm lasers. Zone Fighter yelled a pained cry and turned around only to have Mechagodzilla’s eye beams rip into his back, unleashing a fountain of blood. Zone Fighter fell to the ground and before he knew it, Mechagodzilla was already standing above him. Mechagodzilla delivered a kick that sent Zone Fighter flying, before he could hit the ground, Zone Fighter activated his flight and regained his equilibrium, landing on his feet. He bolted toward Mechagodzilla who’s hands spun around before the mech unleashed his Finger Missiles. Zone Fighter was hit by several missiles, engulfing him in fire, but the Meteor Man ran undeterred and fired off twin blasts of his Arrow Stream beams, glancing the arms of the mechanical Godzilla and making him stagger back. Mechagodzilla raised his head, screeching a mechanical roar, before unleashing his eye beams but Zone had already dropped down on his back, his momentum making him slide along the ground at high speeds, his feet kicking the robots’ own feet from under him. Mechagodzilla smashed into the city streets as Zone slid by.

    Moguera’s treads roared to life again as the tank of an anti-kaiju weapon charged forward. He couldn’t let his ally fall. His programming wouldn’t allow it.

    Zone Fighter kicked Mechagodzilla down with an ax kick as the machine was just about to arise, then delivered a second kick sending Mechagodzilla sliding along the ground right under Moguera who tripped over his ally and fell over face first into a nearby structure. Mechagodzilla got up just in time to dodge Zone Fighter’s fist strikes and counter with his own. The back of Mechagodzilla’s hand swung outward, knocking Zone Fighter backward and allowing the mechanical being to continue a physical barrage upon the Meteor Man. Zone Fighter tried in vain to block the attacks when he heard something he prayed was just his imagination. It took him less than a second to find out it wasn’t. Mechagodzilla’s boosters roared to life as the machine took to the sky and in that instant Moguera drove forward with its drill spinning. Sparks flew the instant the spinning tool of death made contact with Zone Fighter’s face plate.

    Zone Fighter tried to throw the bulky machine off of him, but it was proving to be heavier than he expected. To his horror, he felt the pain of a million burning stars as the drill found its way into one of his eyes. The world he existed in was no stranger to his screams, but it never heard him in such a horrific state. Zone finally managed to push Moguera away and stumbled around with one hand over his damaged eye socket. Blood was ripping from the hand covering it. When he looked at the river nearby, the Meteor Man saw that where his eye used to be was now nothing but a dark empty space, blood and other fluids leaking out of the socket.

    Moguera’s arm ports opened up and fired twin Spiral Grenade Missiles. Zone dodged the first but was blindsided by the second one, the blast sending him soaring to the other side of the river. Mechagodzilla took to the skies and began to rain down eye lasers and finger missiles on the Meteor Man. Zone Fighter summoned his energy and fired a thin blue laser from the crest on his head. The Meteor Proton Beam tore into Mechagodzilla’s metal body as if it was butter being sliced by a hot knife. The Mecha almost lost control but at the last second straightened himself out and landed on his feet. Moguera landed next to Mechagodzilla, their combined sight shifting onto Zone Fighter. Ports across both parted to reveal missiles, bulbs and other weapons. Zone watched the pair prepare an unparalleled barrage.

    It was exactly what the Meteor Man needed.

    The killing machines unleashed their entire arsenals. Zone’s hands were glowing before he vanished in the smoke from the ensuing barrage. For a whole minute the machines unleashed eye beams, chest lasers, missiles and several other projectiles with a seemingly endless supply. London shook from the endless assault, building collapsing from the immense tremors. As the machine’s finally subsided their onslaught, the wind swept the smoke away only for both machines to see in place of Zone Fighter was a Zone-Barrier. A mighty yell echoed across the city, Zone Fighter burst into the air and brought his right hand down upon Moguera’s face. The robot careened into the nearby river, helpless to help his ally as the Meteor Man spun and delivered a crippling knee strike upon Mechagodzilla’s abdomen. Metal cracked, bending inward. Mechagodzilla stumbled back but managed to keep his footing. A port opened on his chest and a jagged yellow beam lashed outward.

    Zone cried out as the searing hot beam tore into his body. The river exploded behind him, Moguera’s form rushing out, his drill spinning wildly as he charged forward but Zone kicked Moguera with all his might, causing it to crash into Mechagodzilla head first. Mechagodzilla let out a metallic scream in frustration.

    Mechagodzilla was just a machine; however, thanks to a powerful A.I., he had become somewhat sentient to the point where it falsely believed itself to be alive. With this came the replication of rage, pride, agony and other animal like emotions and responses, creating the illusion of pain in its programming, trying to intimidate kaiju with shrieks, posing before drawing out his finger missiles, taking orders to kill kaiju like Godzilla and eliminating foes however he saw fit. Because of this, he had become more than a machine unlike his partner, Moguera.

    Like a real living breathing kaiju, Mechagodzilla did not wait for Moguera to cease using his drill. Instead, he gritted his metal teeth, bracing himself for the nonexistent pain as grabbed Moguera with his right hand, pushing him off and used his left hand to grab the drill. Sparks flew but soon enough the drill stopped. Letting its emotions overtake any thought process, he ripped the drill off his partners face and threw it right at Zone Fighter. The Meteor Man would have easily dodged it if it weren’t for Mechagodzilla’s eye beams hitting the drill at the last second, speeding it up. The drill pierced the Meteor Man’s chest, missing his heart by mere inches. Zone fell to his knees, the anguish of the impact overtaking him. He coughed up blood but because of his metal face plate it had nowhere to go.

    Time slowed for Zone Fighter with his attention so focused on his new wound he was unaware that Moguera had separated into the two mechs that formed its body, Land Moguera and Star Falcon. Zone felt a sense of fear as he gazed up at the robotic doppelganger of Godzilla. Mechagodzilla was staring at him the same way many living kaiju had stared at him in the heat of combat. He wondered. Could it be? Indeed, he recognized the emotion he knew all too well thanks to the Garoga aliens who destroyed his homeworld: hate.

    The fires in London had nearly died down, there was so little left to burn. With a rush of adrenaline, Zone Fighter burst forth and traded blows with Mechagodzilla. Every step the alien warrior took sent ash and burning amber high into the sky. Mechagodzilla delivered a powerful side chop into Zone’s neck, but Zone Fighter responded in kind with a powerful kick to Mechagodzilla’s chest. Mechagodzilla reached out with his arms, ready to crush Zone Fighter, but the blue hero grabbed both arms and before Mechagodzilla could react, he kicked the mighty machine sending him stumbling back. This gave Zone Fighter an idea, while still holding on to the arms he jumped up and used Mechagodzilla’s body as leverage. Mechagodzilla thrashed all about trying to dislodge the hero but he held on tight. Step by step, Zone Fighter’s feet got closer and closer to Mechagodzilla’s head. The machine’s chest plate opened up, but Zone Fighter lashed out with a kick to the chest port, slamming it shut. Now with one foot on Mechagodzilla’s neck and the arms being restrained by him, Zone began to push with his feet with all his might. Mechagodzilla’s arms and neck groaned under the strain. At this rate, even if his head wasn’t torn off, his arms would be. Mechagodzilla screeched in rage, he needed to act!

    Mechagodzilla discharged his eye beams, scorching Zone Fighter’s armor, but Zone refused to give up. Suddenly twin energy rays from above joined in with Mechagodzilla’s eye beams. The Star Falcon was circling above, joining his comrade in arms, yet Zone Fighter refused to relinquish his hold.

    Mechagodzilla’s head and arms were almost torn off when suddenly the Star Falcon crashed into Zone Fighter’s side. Zone Fighter lost his grip as he was sent flying. The alien warrior landed right on top of the Big Ben, disappearing into an inferno from Mechagodzilla’s finger missiles. Zone Fighter eventually bolted out of the blaze, but he didn’t get very far as he fell into one of the tunnels the Land Moguera had excavated during the battle. Zone Fighter desperately tried to climb out of the hole, fear coursing through him merely for him to silence those feelings. I shouldn’t be afraid of these two, he thought. They’re just-

    Mechagodzilla landed right in front of Zone Fighter and smashed his foot against Zone’s face, planting the Meteor Man back in the hole.

    Was this karma? Did he deserve this for how much pain he put monsters through before killing them?

    Zone Fighter flew upward merely for a spiral grenade to detonate across his backside as he exited the hole, sending Zone Fight flying right to Mechagodzilla who smacked him out of the air.

    It’s true he had made many kaiju suffer before killing them when he could have just finished them off, but saving humanity more than made up for that. Didn’t it?

    Mechagodzilla’s right foot smashed atop the back of the Meteor Man’s head, planting his face firmly into London’s charred pavement.

    This was karma. He knew it. He despised the Garoga for destroying his planet so much he had let that hate consume him, allowing it to spread to his actions without ever realizing it. Even against Mechagodzilla, a machine, he was trying to tear it limb from limb because he knew that somewhere, amongst all the wires and programs, was a sentient being that he could make suffer, to feel the anguish he wanted the Garoga to suffer. He had become the very beings he despised.

    Mechagodzilla’s foot crashed down once more upon Zone’s head, up-heaving pavement from the force.

    No more. He would destroy the Garoga, not as an act of revenge but as an act of justice for every civilization they wronged, to protect those that could still be protected Instead of toying with them, he would end them with haste, not out of hate but as an act of mercy.

    Mechagodzilla removed his foot, allowing Zone Fighter to turn his gaze and match Mechagodzilla’s unflinching stare with his own.

    It was time to stop fooling around.

    No way I’m going to lose to you bots, Zone thought.

    Mechagodzilla mocked the alien warrior with a menacing mechanical roar and launched another kick but Zone Fighter caught his foot and threw him down onto the ground. Zone Fighter struck several poses as he summoned energy then took to the sky. Flying above the city of London, the mighty alien warrior screamed a few words to represent the power he now possessed.

    “Double Anti-Missile Might!”

    A bright flash of light announced the appearance of his missile bracelets and the sound of thunder marked their discharge. Destructive kaiju killing missiles rained down upon the two machines. They tried to find cover but every structure under the storm either exploded or became engulfed in an intense blaze. When his gauntlets ran dry, Zone Fighter landed upon the now hellish landscape, seeing how much damage he had caused to his opponents.

    The two machines looked like they had walked through a hail storm from hell, gigantic holes and dents lining their metal frames.

    Mechagodzilla was enraged! A mechanical roar signified his fury before he discharged his entire arsenal. Every ounce of firepower he possessed fired toward Zone Fighter in one, final hellish barrage. Lasers, missiles, bolts, fire; it all clouded the air. In the seconds before the assault struck him, Zone Fighter stood his ground, determined and unafraid.

    Several of the energy rays tore into Zone Fighter, charring the weakened armor, but the Finger Missiles seemed to be drawn to his bracelets as if being pulled by giant magnets. As Mechagodzilla’s barrage subsided, Moguera moved next to his ally, opening his central dish and Spiral Grenade Missile ports to finish off Zone Fighter. With an array of sparks, Moguera first fired its chest laser, falling into Zone Fighter’s trap.

    Zone Fighter barely managed to put up his Hyper-Barrier in time, redirecting the focused beam back toward the robotic pair. A cloud of smoke overtook Mechagodzilla and Moguera, their vision temporarily obscured. Little did they know Zone Fighter had jumped over them in the ensuing chaos and was now behind them.

    With a heroic cry, Zone Fighter fired off countless stolen Finger Missiles at the two robots. One barrage tore into Moguera, blasting chunks of his armor off until a lucky missile connected with a Spiral Grenade. In a blinding flash, Moguera vanished, the ensuing inferno ensuring nothing was left of the war machine. The second barrage aimed squarely at Mechagodzilla, demolishing the alien robot’s frame. Mechagodzilla’s jaw fell off, his eyes shattered, great holes punched through his body as if were hit by a meteor shower. A final missile made its way through Mechagodzilla’s metallic cranium, blasting it clean off. With all the Finger Missiles depleted, Zone Fighter let loose a sigh of relief. Through a great cloud of fire and smoke, he watched Mechagodzilla and Moguera vanish into the blaze.

    He did it! He had won.

    Zone Fighter stood tall, nodding in appreciation for the lesson he learned fighting the pair. Now he just needed to exit-

    A thin white beam pierced through the smoke, ending his celebration as it struck the center of his chest. Zone Fighter stumbled backward and careened into a set of burning structures behind him. The Meteor Man’s gaze looked up to see the headless form of Mechagodzilla standing in a sea of fire, a glass dome where his head used to be….

    Hikaru opened both his eyes, staring at a white ceiling with a sense of defeat coursing through him. A repetitive music track gradually forced him to arise to stare at his TV, a game over screen staring back at him. Hikaru pulled himself upon his couch and turned to see his sister standing in the middle of the living room, looking at him with a look of bewilderment.

    “How did I do?” Hikaru asked.

    “Horrible,” Hotaru’s responded, clutching her forehead with disdain. Hikaru merely rolled his eyes, grabbing a nearby controller. “Brother, I really wish you could play games like normal people.”

    “It’s not a game, it’s training!” Hikaru retorted. “Besides, I nearly won. Even learned a few things!”

    “Would father approve of you jumping into our TV set and fighting fictional monsters?”

    “I’m getting stronger!”

    “You look like you were hit by a bus brother,” Hotaru snickered. “If you need to train then train with one of the kaiju at Monsterland”.

    “Machines don’t hold back,” Hikaru responded as he selected a character merely for his sister to grab a controller and sat beside him. With a cocky grin, Hotaru selected her own character. “Neither will I.”

    Each pressed ready, watching their monsters appear on the TV but before the countdown could begin, their phones vibrated, attracting their attentions. Hotaru let out a long, annoyed breath while Hikaru switched the input of the television and turned on a news station which showcased unparalleled destruction.

    Flames burned across the city of Osaka, metallic roars echoing across the skyline as Mechagodzilla walked down the city streets.

    “Try not to lose this time,” Hotaru noted with a touch of sincerity as her brother stood upright.

    Hikaru struck his signature pose and shouted, “Zone Fight Power!” Alien armor materialized across his body, but before he made another action, his gaze shifted to his sister. His hand extended, handing her his controller before he stated, “I won’t be long. Why don’t you get some training in while I’m gone? You’ll need it.”

    Without any further hesitation, Hikaru jumped into the TV and materialized instantly above Osaka in his giant form. From the high altitude he noticed the alien machine and the wake of destruction from its rampage. This time he wouldn’t fool around. Mechagodzilla would find no victory in their duel. It would not be an easy battle, this Hikaru was certain of as he felt a feeling of dread grow within his stomach.

    For if he were to lose his life here, there would be no continues.

    Winner: Mechagodzilla (Showa)


    K.W.C. // September 12, 2019
  • Author: Joseph Steinard Jr. | Banner: Tyler Trieschock

    A large spherical object approaches Earth from the deeper recesses of space, the reflective surface showing the blue and green of the planet as it descended. Three trapezoid ships flew toward the sphere from Earth’s atmosphere, with the large globe opening three ports. Turning around, the three vessels backed up and latched onto the ports in a showcase of glimmering light. Unified once more, the alien craft stood idly by, waiting for further commands.

    The sphere was, in actuality, a mothership for an alien race known as the Xiliens; a humanoid race that was much like humanity. At least, in appearance. Their true selves differed vastly from their weak, human suits. To survive on Earth, they needed to cultivate humanity for their mitochondria. With their necessary supplies of sustenance running dry, it necessitated action to do what must be done. With that, they captured and enslaved some of Earth’s monsters as a means of blackmailing; if they did not cooperate, the monsters would be sent to attack their cities. Though it mattered little if they complied or not. They would be subject to the superior race soon enough.

    Inside the mothership stood their young controller, X. A dark trench coat drapes over his black vestments all the way down to his boots. He also sported a pair of slick, thin shades like the rest of the Xiliens on the ship. He stood with his hands behind his back, smirking at the screen before him. In front of him was a screen showing him the kaiju that they’ve taken, all of which were injected with a DNA compound known as M-Base. With the M-Base, the Xiliens could control any living being, even kaiju.

    The monsters stood in cages inside the mothership, no longer being in control of themselves, now slaves to the Xiliens. There were nine different kaiju; eight of them had belonged to the Earth, while one belonged to the Xiliens: Gigan, a cyborg kaiju with blue armor, blades for hands, and a red visor. The monsters that the aliens had acquired included the spiky dinosaur Anguirus, the giant lobster Ebirah, the mantid Kamacuras, the spider Kumonga, the golem protector King Caesar, the sea dragon Manda, the pterosaur Rodan, and the mutated iguana Zilla. All of these monsters could devastate any city that the Xiliens put them in, now they would have to be patient. X turned to his men, who were working the controls of the mothership.

    “Are we ready to arrive on Earth now?” he asked, smirking at the crew as they pressed the buttons on the controls.

    “The preparations have been made; we should be there momentarily.”

    “Carry on then!” X exclaimed before he turned back to the screen.

    He could hardly wait until he could ravage this planet, for now he would just watch his pets in their cages. Some were clearly better than others, he knew that Kamacuras wouldn’t stand a chance against any other kaiju, but he needed all the monsters he could get his hands on. He watched them all sit and stand in their confined areas; they would remain like this until he had given them an order. To a normal person, seeing these creatures motionless would have triggered unnerving emotions, but not X. These monsters were mere pawns, tools to help him achieve his goals.


    X turned to his crew, locating the one who caught his attention. After a few seconds, one of them cleared his throat and stood.

    “We have arrived on Earth.”

    “Excellent. What city are we in?” X replied, his smile growing larger.

    “We are in Hong Kong, but… there’s something that you need to see.” The Xilien nervously told his superior.

    X raised a brow at this, his smile lowering into a frown.

    “Put it on the screen then!” The Xilien Controller ordered. “It can’t be that bad compared to what we’re about to do to this cattle infested world,” he said as he turned to face the screen once more.

    The image of the kaiju in their cages faded and turned to show what was happening in the city that they were in. The city of Hong Kong was already destroyed, few buildings were visible, but most of the land was covered in debris and fire. Not a single living being was visible. X looked at the city in shock. Not because of the wreckage; they would have done that anyway, but because someone or something had gotten there before them.

    “What could have done this?” X asked as he turned to face his crew.

    The same crew member who told him they arrived nervously looked at his screen, terrified at what he was looking at.

    “H-him.” The Xilien pointed at the screen in front of his leader.

    The image of Hong Kong zoomed in on some of the remaining buildings, showing a giant draconic monster with blood red eyes, horns sprouting out of the side of its head and snout; making it look like a demon, light from the fire reflected off the armor on the front side of the monster’s body; protecting its brown skin underneath, its long tail smacked a building; knocking the top off and letting it crash down to the ground. The demonic monster reared its head back and let out its terrifying roar to the heavens. The Xiliens watched in horror as the kaiju advanced toward the remains of the city, knowing full well what it was. X stared at it, eyes widened.

    “It…. It’s…. B-Bagan.” X mumbled as he kept watching the behemoth destroy the group of buildings in front of it.

    The crew members anxiously stared at their leader, waiting for him to give an order. They all heard stories of Bagan, but none of them ever encountered him. It was said that he used to be a forest guardian, but had fallen and turned to a life of evil. Nobody knew how he turned evil, all they knew is that he seeked the destruction of the human race, or any foolish enough to stand in its way.

    “Sir….” One Xilien finally spoke up. “What… What do we do?”

    The alien wiped sweat off his brow, waiting for his superior to answer. X kept his back to the crew, now cupping his chin and watching the screen, thinking as he saw Bagan attacking more of the city. The Xilien Controller gasped as he thought of an idea.

    “I say…” He finally spoke as he looked back at his crew. “We send out all of our monsters to fight Bagan.”

    X turned to face his fellow Xiliens who looked at each other then back at their leader, almost taken a back at this plan. They had just gotten these kaiju and now they would be fighting one of the most powerful monsters of all? Seconds passed before someone questioned this order.

    “But sir…. Why? We could just take the monsters and go, conquer some other world with human life,” the crew member asked, standing up and staring his leader in the eye.

    X chuckled as he heard this, beginning to pace in front of the crew.

    “Well you see, not only is this the only planet that we’ve invaded that has these humans, but we could trick them into thinking that we came to save them from Bagan. Then when we kill him, we’ll be considered heroes and we can bring those foolish enough to believe such a thing to Planet X to harvest.”

    X then stopped walking and turned to face his crew, waiting for a reply.

    The same crew member who questioned him gulped before responding.

    “But sir, what if he kills them all?”

    “Then they could tire Bagan out while we wait for Monster X to arrive. This demon may have a reputation, but he is still a monster of Earth. Monster X possesses no such flaw.”

    The crew members thought for a few moments, some whispering to one another as their leader waited. Finally they came to a decision, the Xilien who questioned X turned to face his leader.

    “We will go through with this plan sir!” he said with up most confidence.

    “As if you ever had a choice,” X mockingly commented aloud, “now, release the monsters!”

    The Xilien Controller turned around to face the screen once more, pointing at the demonic kaiju turning yet another group of buildings into a sea of fire. The three ships on the bottom of the mothership detached and made their way toward Bagan, carrying seven of the kaiju inside them. A panel on the mothership slid open before Gigan flew out with his arms bent toward his torso and legs and tail stretched back, seeing his target and quickly advancing toward him.

    “I hope they can kill it,” a crew member mumbled as he watched the ships and Gigan getting closer to Bagan.


    Bagan crushed a building with his hand, causing it to collapse down into itself. The beast felt like laughing as he decimated the worthless object. He was about to backhand another one when he heard a noise from behind him. He turned to see that there were three triangular objects flying toward him along with some sort of cyborg monster. He decided to let them come; he would destroy them as soon as they got there. It wouldn’t make a difference if they opened fire on him. It would be like the pathetic military who tried to get rid of him earlier. This would be easy, another one-sided slaughter.

    The ships kept afloat some hundred of meters away from Bagan. Gigan landed next to them, staring the destroyer of this city in the eye. A beam of light shined out of the crooked tip of the ships, and then suddenly three monsters spun out of the light. One was a dinosaur like creature with spikes on its back and a short horn on its snout; another was a giant humanoid golem with Shisa-like features on its face and paws; the last was a brown, bipedal pterodactyl with three horns on its head. From another ship, three more monsters appeared; one was a green praying mantis; another was an emerald green serpent with horns on its head and tiny arms; the last was a grey lizard like creature with dorsal fins on its back, reminding Bagan of a foe he had fought before. The last ship brought two kaiju; one was a yellow and brown spider; the other a red lobster with one claw bigger than the other.

    The ships quickly turned around and raced toward the mothership, the demonic monster eyed the giant sphere. It was not of Earth, but did it matter compared to his power? He would annihilate it after he was through with this pathetic looking group of creatures.

    The monsters stared at Bagan for a while, growling at him as they waited for him to make a move. Bagan had already planned how he would kill them so he was just waiting for them to attack. Through with the others waiting, Zilla roared at his foe before going into a full sprint toward him. Bagan scoffed as he saw this lizard try to attack him. Time to teach these slaves to the aliens what they dared to challenge.

    Bagan let Zilla run a few meters in front of him before white hot plasma appeared in his mouth and shot toward the monster approaching him. Zilla jumped up, avoiding the beam and trying to pounce on the demon. Predictable. Bagan quickly turned around and hit the overgrown iguana with his tail, catching his opponent off guard and sending him into the ground a mile away from him, screaming with pain. Unlike the last blast, Bagan shot a concentrated breath of his plasma beam at the monster, this time hitting his mark as the white beam caused an explosion around him.

    Bagan chuckled as he turned to face the other monsters, not even caring to see the dead body of Zilla. That pitiful thing was of no concern to him.


    “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” X yelled as he stomped on the floor. “That damn lizard is too frail… UGH!”

    The other Xiliens gulped as they watched the fiery grave of Zilla and their leader throwing a tantrum. X suddenly stopped and made a decision himself.

    “I’ll summon Monster X now. He’ll be here in an hour, so they better hold this son of a bitch off until then!” he said before looking at the screen again. “If we’re lucky.”


    The small army of monsters roared at the creature in front of them, finally deciding to attack. Rodan and Gigan took to the skies as the others charged toward Bagan, both of them firing their signature beams at the demonic kaiju. Gigan’s Cluster Light Ray struck Bagan in the face, the explosions blinding his opponent for a brief time. Rodan’s uranium heat beam hit his chest, the purple beam not even denting Bagan’s strong armor. The dragon regained his vision, just in time to receive a roundhouse kick to the face by King Caesar. The golem landed beside him and delivered a punch to Bagan’s face, breaking a few of the demon’s teeth. Bagan tried to slash Caesar with his claws, but the golem proved to be too quick for him as he back flipped out of the way. The demonic kaiju growled in annoyance, but another monster interfered. Kamacuras swooped behind his target to hack and slash his back with his razor sharp claws, merely creating sparks it the wake of the attack. Bagan tried to reach behind him to grab the overgrown bug, but all of a sudden, Anguirus threw himself at the Super Monster, his spiky hide scratching his chest and face.

    Anguirus pushed himself off of his enemy and landed in front of him. Roaring at the dragon, Anguirus leapt at him, biting his neck with his sharp tusks and clawing at his shoulders and chest. Bagan grabbed the dinosaur by the throat, ignoring his wounds. He was about to strangle the spiny kaiju before Ebirah, having scaled along Bagan’s back with his legs, bashed his head with his large claw, causing the dragon to let go of Anguirus. The sea monster was about to hit Bagan once more, but the Super Monster quickly turned around and grabbed hold of Ebirah, swinging him around and dislodging Kamacuras in the process. With his great strength, Bagan tossed Ebirah into Kamacuras, the praying mantis screeching in pain as his ally slammed into him. As Kamacuras recuperated and buzzed off, Ebirah regained his bearings and charged at the giant dragon. The lobster once more climbed onto Bagan and began to hit the dragon in the back with his claws. Taking his larger claw, he shoved it into the demon’s back as hard as he could, stabbing him deep between Bagan’s armor plating.

    Bagan roared out as the sea monster’s claw was embedded into his backside, he reached back and grabbed the limb, twisting it and pulling Ebirah off, sending the lobster flying back. Manda now slithered his way to his target, hissing as he moved closer to the dragon. Once he was close to him, the serpent leapt at him, biting his face and wrapping his body around the Super Monster, attempting to squeeze the life out of him. Bagan tried to shoot Manda in the face with his plasma breath, but the snake like monster swiftly dodged, now wrapping the dragon’s mouth, blocking his only projectile weapon. Or so he thought.

    Bagan’s horns lit up as energy crackled over them, seconds later his Diamond Storm came down from the sky, slicing Manda’s skin as well as his own. The serpent yelled out in pain as he quickly let his opponent go, sliding off the dragon and slithering away as the shards pierced his body. The Diamond Storm stopped, both Bagan and Manda were bleeding from their new wounds. However, Bagan’s injuries healed in seconds, as if he was never hurt. Manda bled extensively, breathing heavily as he struggled to slither back into battle. His body ached from each movement, dirt and ashes got into his new wounds, hurting him even more. Bagan regained his breathing and turned around to see a nearly dying Manda attempting to attack him. Normally, he would let his victims die slowly and painfully, but this time he would put this pitiful monster out of its misery. Energy crackled over the protrusions on his back as the lit up. Bagan curled his upper lip white hot plasma made its way up his throat and through his mouth. Shooting it toward Manda’s head, the emerald serpent’s head explodes on impact, instantly killing the sea dragon.

    Manda’s body went limp after his head was destroyed. Kumonga quickly ran toward the dragon on his eight legs, but at the same time keeping his distance. When he was at a good enough range, he shot his web at Bagan, showering the Super Monster in the sticky webbing. Bagan growled in annoyance as the spider tried to cover him in web, the dragon slashed the webbing and tried to blast Kumonga with his plasma breath. The spider swiftly jumped out of the way, letting the beam hit the ground, replacing what would have been the arachnid’s smoldering corpse with an eruption of dirt, smoke, and fire. As soon as Kumonga landed, he sprayed Bagan once more, covering most of his back in web. Seeing what Kumonga was doing, Rodan, Kamacuras, and Gigan swooped from the sky while King Caesar, Anguirus, and Ebirah charged at the beast to keep him busy.

    The six kaiju collided with the Super Monster, causing him to fall over with their combined strength. Bagan roared out as he was continually sprayed with web, struggling to get up as the web started covering his body, eventually encasing him in web. The dragon tried to claw his way out, but the web was too thick. Kumonga hurriedly scurried toward his fallen adversary, his eight legs going as fast as they could take it. The yellow and brown spider reached his prey, chittering as he got on top of him, readying his stinger. He went down on the dragon, injecting him with the toxins. Bagan roared in pain as he was stabbed by his opponent’s stinger.

    In a fit of rage, the Super Monster shot his plasma breath, destroying the part of the web around it before moving his head and incinerating the rest of it. Kumonga quickly jumped out of the way, dodging Bagan’s plasma breath once more. Bagan got back to his feet, the toxins made his vision blurry and body weak. He could regenerate from this poison, but it would take a while. Luckily he could still fight. King Caesar, Gigan, and Rodan took this opportunity to attack.

    King Caesar sent an earth shattering kick to the back of Bagan’s head, Gigan landed beside the dragon and immediately began battering him with his scythes, Rodan kept to the skies, shooting his Uranium Heat Beam at the Super Monster. Bagan smacked Caesar with his tail before punching Gigan in the chest then he grabbed the cyborg’s arm and tossed him at Ebirah. Gigan quickly got up and motioned his aquatic ally to help him. The two monsters ran toward their target, both of them hitting the dragon in the abdomen with the flats of their weapon like hands before Ebirah head-butted Bagan, in the stomach, causing him to stagger back. Kamacuras also joined in on the beat down, swiftly landing on Bagan’s head and stabbing his eyes, the dragon roared in pain as he was blinded. He grabbed the mantis’ scythe like claws and pulled them out, then flinging Kamacuras elsewhere.

    Bagan’s eyes quickly regenerated, but the effects of the toxins were still there, he felt Rodan’s beam hitting his back, burning his flesh before it healed up. King Caesar punched the Super Monster’s face repeatedly, breaking more of his teeth before getting pushed down by Bagan’s arm, the golem quickly got back up and sent a kick into the Super Monster’s abdomen, causing him to growl in pain. Anguirus curled into a ball and began to roll toward Bagan, gaining more momentum before hitting the dragon in the backside, nearly causing him to fall over. Kumonga started shooting web at Bagan again, already covering most of his back. The demonic dragon finally had enough of this.

    His horns lit up as energy danced around them, seconds later his Diamond Storm came down on the monsters attacking him, shredding most of their bodies. Some were luckier than others; Anguirus curled up in a ball to protect himself from the star shaped projectiles though he knew it wouldn’t last too long. Kamacuras, Gigan, and Rodan flew and avoided the storm thanks to their speed. Others weren’t so lucky. Kumonga screeched in pain as the small energy projectiles cut through his body, cutting some of his legs off. King Caesar went down to one knee and tried to endure the pain even though his skin had been punctured. Ebirah’s shell protected him for a moment, but soon the energy diamonds cut through it and stabbed the soft flesh inside, causing him to shriek in agony. Bagan chuckled as he watched his opponents in pain. The Diamond Storm started to die down as the Super Monster stepped forward, finding the closest kaiju to him.


    The pathetic spider had most of his legs cut off, he tried to shoot more web at him, but the dragon had gotten there before the spider could web him up again.

    Bagan lifted his foot up and brought it down on Kumonga’s head, forever turning his purple eyes dark.

    The dragon wiped the chunks of Kumonga’s guts off his foot, the spider’s legs twitched slightly as Bagan turned around to see his adversaries recovering. The toxins in his body had finally been destroyed by his regeneration. He was about to blast the monsters when suddenly he felt his shoulder quickly get cut. The Super Monster roared in pain before looking to see who sliced him. He heard familiar chirp before getting his shoulder cut once more.

    Gigan landed in front of the dragon, roaring before slashing him with his scythes. Bagan growled as the cyborg cut into his body. Thankfully he regenerated from his assault and then delivered a firm kick to Gigan’s leg. The cyborg chirped in pain, the kick could have broken his leg. Bagan tried to punch the avian-like cyborg, but Gigan glided back, shooting his Cluster Light Ray at the Super Monster’s face. The mini explosions caused Bagan to stagger back. Gigan took this opportunity by pointing his arm at his opponent, shooting his cables at him. One chain went around his throat and the other wrapped around his horns, both hook-tips burrowing into Bagan’s flesh and armor.

    Gigan then did the same with his other arm, this time the cables wrapped around his torso and arms, trapping the Super Monster. Gigan chuckled as he watched Bagan struggle. The internal cable reels within his scythes began to pull the thick wires in. Although met with initial resistance, it wasn’t long before the lines had Bagan dragging by his feet. Bagan growled in annoyance as he was dragged closer and closer to his opponent, hearing the whirl of the cyborg’s buzz-saw, he kept struggling more. The dragon was almost to Gigan, the buzzsaw becoming more of a threat by the second.

    Bagan finally managed to get his hand out of the cables, grabbing them and ripping them off, breaking them. Gigan shrieked as his plan failed. In anger, the cyborg attempted to wrap his arms around the Super Monster and cut his abdomen with his buzz-saw, but unfortunately Bagan knew what he was doing. The dragon looked at Gigan’s left scythe and blasted it with his plasma breath, melting it from the heat. Gigan shrieked as his claw was melted off, he tried hitting Bagan with his other claw. The dragon caught it, ignoring the blade cutting through his hand, and firmly grasps the cyborg’s arm before pulling at it, ripping it off and tossing it aside.

    Gigan shrieked once more and decided to retreat, but just as he got off the ground, the dragon grabbed his head, squeezing it. The cyborg couldn’t even yell out in pain. His head crushed as Bagan let go of it, pieces of Gigan’s head and shards of glass fell off as his body fell limp.

    Kamacuras decided it was his turn to attack, screeching as he flew toward the dragon at fast speeds, once he got closer to him, Bagan quickly turned around and blasted him with his plasma breath. The praying mantis shrieked in agony as the blast enveloped his body, quickly incinerating him, his fiery remains fell to the ground as Bagan roared in defiance.


    X yelled once more as he saw not one, but two of his monsters be killed by this demon. The crew members nervously watched both the screen and their leader throwing a fit.

    “Monster X should arrive in thirty minutes or so, but my monsters KEEP DYING!” The Xilien Controller yelled as he jumped up and down. “UUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!”

    The crew didn’t know what was worse; their monsters getting killed or their leader’s child-like temper.

    “Get Gigan and repair him, we might need him again!” X ordered.


    Bagan started walking toward his opponents, Rodan shot the dragon with his Uranium Heat Beam as he flew around him, the dragon tried blasting the pterodactyl out of the sky, but he was too fast and quickly avoided his opponent’s plasma breath, retaliating with his own beam, hitting Bagan in the back. The Super Monster looked in front of him and saw King Caesar, Ebirah, and Anguirus charging at him.

    Bagan readied himself as he felt fire coming up his throat, the dragon opened his mouth and released his Plasma Breath at his opponents. King Caesar moved in front of the blast. Bagan thought he was stupid running into the same beam that killed three of his allies only to be proven wrong as the golden shisa absorbed his Plasma Breath into his right eye and shot it out his left, redirecting the beam back at the dragon and hitting him square in his chest. Bagan growled in pain, bringing him to one knee. He made a mental note not to shoot Caesar with his Plasma Breath again.

    The golem jumped up into the air and stuck his foot out, kicking the dragon in the face as he landed. Bagan fell over as King Caesar stood back up, the dragon felt blood escaping his nose as he hit the ground. As soon as Bagan was down, the golem instantly started assaulting him. Caesar jumped into the air and did a front flip before landing on the dragon’s stomach, causing Bagan to cough up blood. The golem started clawing at his chest, trying to rip off his almost broken armor.

    The Super Monster tried to cut King Caesar with his sharp claws, but his head was now suddenly getting clobbered by a pair of lobster claws. Ebirah continually battered Bagan’s head with his strong claws, breaking more of his teeth and denting the nasal horn. Anguirus sank his teeth into the dragon’s shoulder, using his claws to tear at Bagan’s arm trying to rip it off. Bagan roared as he clenched his free hand into a fist, lifting it up and collide it with Anguirus’ face. The dinosaur barked in pain and staggered back. The dragon then grabbed Ebirah by the face with both of his hands and used him as a weapon, batting Anguirus in the face and Caesar in back, forcing him to fall onto Bagan’s body before being kicked off.

    The two monsters fell back as they were hit by their ally. The lobster screeched as he struggled to get out of the dragon’s grasp. As Bagan got up, he decided what to do with this aquatic weakling. Grabbing Ebirah’s head with one hand and his tail with the other, licking his lips, he brought his head down and bit the over sized lobster’s back. Eliciting an agonizing shriek from Ebirah, his shell was easily broken into, weakened from both the earlier Diamond Storm assault and the dragon’s brute strength. Bagan spat out chunks of shell from his mouth and instantly brought his head back down and began devouring the lobster’s soft innards. Taking a big bite and swallowing, then following up with another and another, enjoying the taste. His broken, blue blood soaked teeth cutting through the crustacean plates and guts.

    Ebirah helplessly tried to hit the dragon with his claws, but it was pointless. His struggles eventually stopped as Bagan kept eating his insides.

    Rodan squint his eyes and spots the dragon putting the dead, half-eaten Ebirah down. Roaring at his target before fire like energy crackled over the horns on his head and a purple beam shot out of his beak, hitting Bagan in the head. The Super Monster growled in annoyance and once again tried to shoot the pterosaur down, but failed as Rodan flew under his opponent’s Plasma Breath. The pterodactyl shot his Uranium Heat Beam again as he flew by the dragon, hitting him in the back. Bagan roared as the beam seared his back, though that was quickly healed.

    King Caesar finally got up from the ground and roared at his foe, Anguirus rose and also roared at the dragon. Caesar roared at Rodan while motioning with his hands. Understanding, the pterodactyl shot his Uranium Heat Beam at his ally. The golem absorbed the blast through his eye and looked at Bagan before shooting the purple beam at the dragon through his other eye, hitting him in the face. The Super Monster staggered back and shook his head. Through the corner of his eye, he saw one of the ships that brought these monsters teleporting something into it before flying away. Bagan paid no attention to it; he had more important things to take care of.

    The demonic dragon roared at his opponents as his horns once again lit up, energy dancing around them before star-like energy projectiles rained from the sky. His foes screamed in pain as they were hit with his Diamond Storm once more. Rodan tried avoiding the projectiles again, but eventually one hit the pterodactyl in the back, eliciting a shriek. He lost control and spun down to the ground before crashing, shaking the earth. King Caesar ignored the pain, running toward Bagan and jumping, bringing his knee up and hitting him in the face, breaking his jaw.

    The Super Monster roared in pain as his Diamond Storm ended, as he fixed his dangling jaw, Caesar jumped into the air and landed on Bagan’s back while grabbing the dragon’s neck with his strong forearms. Bagan roared as he tried to get the golem off of him, he tried to grab his arms to pull him off, but his grip was too strong. King Caesar squeezed the dragon’s throat harder, causing him to gag. Anguirus charged toward the duo, lowering his head, he jumped up and head-butted Bagan in the chest, breaking his armor and causing the dragon to fall once more after Caesar finally released his grip and jumped off.

    Bagan grabbed the golem’s leg as he landed, tripping him as he got back up, Anguirus tried to attack his opponent once more, but was swatted away by his tail, sending the ankylosaur flying. The dragon looked down at the fallen King Caesar before stepping on his back, causing the golem to roar in pain. Bagan’s wing like protrusions on his back lit up as plasma raced up his throat, the demonic kaiju opened his mouth, a bright white glow shined inside it. Bagan was about to blast Caesar with his Plasma Breath… until green energy blasted him in the side of the face!

    Bagan roared in pain as he lifted his foot and put it on the ground, letting King Caesar go. The Super Monster looked around to see where that blast came from, suddenly something jumped onto his back, clawing and biting at his skin. Bagan roared once again as his back was assaulted, reaching behind him, he grabbed a scaly arm and threw it to the ground, causing a chunk of flesh to tear off with the assailant. The dragon turned his head and saw who dared attack him now.

    It was Zilla.


    X stared at the screen in confusion.

    “How…. How did he survive?!” He demanded the crew as they scanned the area to see anything that could have granted the reptilian kaiju survival.

    “Here, sir.” One of the crew members brought up where Zilla was last seen.

    In the spot where the mutated iguana had been thought to be dead was a hole, one big enough for the kaiju to fit through.

    “He must have dug out of there before Bagan shot his Plasma Breath,” the crew member theorized.

    “Hmm… That’s interesting, but I have one tiny question,” X said before turning around to face his fellow Xilien. “Why didn’t he show up earlier?!”

    The Controller turned back to the screen after yelling at the crew member, watching Zilla get up with King Caesar, Rodan, and Anguirus following suit.

    “This should be good.”


    Rodan got to his feet, looking around to find his allies and his target. After scanning the area with his eyes, he finally saw Anguirus a short distance away from him, getting up and turning his head in the direction of the pterodactyl. The spiky dinosaur walked toward him before honking and motioning his head back, Rodan looked at the direction he was motioning toward, seeing Bagan and King Caesar with Zilla.

    Rodan shook his head in confusion; he had thought the mutant reptilian was dead. Anguirus barked once more, the pterodactyl cackled back, flapping his wings a few times before flying above his spiky friend, lowering himself, he gripped Anguirus’ shell. Flapping his wings again, he picked up speed and aimed toward their target.

    Bagan backhanded Zilla from his shoulder, sending the lizard flying into the ground. King Caesar grabbed the horn on the right side of the dragon’s head, pulling down and punching him in the blood red eye. Bagan growled in annoyance as he repeated this three more times before the Super Monster punched the golem in the face, making him lose his grip and spin away. Bagan then turned around and smacked Caesar in the back with his tail, sending him crashing to the ground. Zilla rose from the ashy ground and jumped toward Bagan, trying to bite the demon’s throat, but the dragon grabbed his throat before he got there.

    Bagan was about to choke the radioactive iguana before receiving a kick to the back of the head, the hit feeling like a cannon ball hitting a wall, causing him to let go of his opponent. The Super Monster shook his head before seeing King Caesar’s fist hit his face, Bagan growled with irritation as he was punched in the face, only to have the golem jump up and kick him in the side of the face. Caesar roared at Zilla, motioning with his hands.

    Zilla’s back spines glowed green as he shot his Atomic Ray at his ally’s face, letting the golem absorb the beam in his right eye before shooting it out of his left eye toward Bagan, hitting him in the face, burning his nostrils. The dragon shook his head and roared at the two kaiju in front of him, walking forward before punching the golem in the face then in the gut, the latter who collapsed from the force. Bagan turned to face Zilla and charged with his head down. The mutant had been caught off guard by this approach, giving the dragon ample time to slam Zilla in the chest with a headbutt and scoop him up with his horns, throwing him behind him like a rhino.

    Zilla soared through the air and crashed into King Caesar, who was struggling to rise to his feet.

    Bagan stared at his two fallen enemies. The protrusions on his back lit up, his mouth opened with a bright, white glow coming up his throat. The Super Monster was about to claim two more lives until a hard and spiky object landed on his back, forcing Bagan to shoot his Plasma Beam prematurely. He fell forward as the blast shot at the ground, sending him backward, falling to the ground on his back with an earth shaking thud.

    He heard the familiar roars of Anguirus and Rodan before feeling the heat of the pterodactyl’s Uranium Heat Beam hitting his body, each burning strike only fueling his rage. The dragon was about to get up before he was brought back down by Anguirus, who instantly began biting and clawing at him. The spiky dinosaur pulled off a chunk of the armor on Bagan’s chest before tossing it away and going back to trying to mutilate the dragon.

    Bagan roared in pain as Anguirus bit and clawed into his chest. Seeing such a mortal inflict this much pain disgusted him, his rage burning more. The demonic dragon grabbed the spiky dinosaur by the throat. Anguirus barked at his target as he began to scratch his arm, trying to get out of his grasp. Bagan gripped the dinosaur’s crown with his free hand and brought his other hand up, grabbing Anguirus’ mouth. The demon beast twisted his head with the resound of a sickening snap.

    Anguirus’ body went limp, his arms stopped trying to scratch Bagan and fell to his side. The dragon pushed the carcass off of him, letting the dead body fall on its side. With a mighty heave, Bagan got up, standing in front of the now recovered King Caesar and Zilla, who now stood glaring at him. Without any second thoughts, Zilla leapt at the Super Monster, biting his neck as he clawed at his face.

    Bagan began beating the mutated lizard’s back, but Zilla toughed through the pain, sinking his teeth deeper into the dragon’s throat and made rows of scratches on his face. Bagan roared in pain as his blood spilled into the mutant’s mouth, he quickly lowered his head and bit Zilla’s neck in return, making the overgrown iguana roar in pain.

    Bagan shook his head fast, as if he were a bulldog and Zilla was a chew toy, then the dragon threw him to the ground, making the mutant lizard flop like a fish as he landed. Bagan slowly walked up to his fallen adversary, watching him struggle to breathe as blood poured out of his neck. Zilla looked up at the dragon as he tried to breathe. Bagan grinned in amusement. He raised his hand up and watched the mutated iguana flinch. Chuckling, the demonic dragon brought his hand down, his claws slashing Zilla’s throat, slitting it.

    The mutant lizard’s body twitched as blood spurted out of his throat like a sprinkler, his head lowered to the ground and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

    Bagan scoffed as he turned away from the dead body of Zilla, only to be greeted by King Caesar’s fist hitting him in the face and Rodan’s Uranium Heat Beam hitting his head. The dragon stumbled back as he was attacked, shaking his head before being struck by another barrage of purple beams, one after the other. King Caesar helped his ally by punching and kicking Bagan’s exposed chest, each hit from the golem him feel like his lungs were going to burst. Groaning in pain, the dragon punched Caesar back, hitting him square in the face, causing him to be dazed for a bit.

    Bagan then took King Caesar’s head and brought it down on his knee before tossing him away, the golem roaring in pain from the beating. The dragon then grabbed the back King Caesar and kicked him in the stomach before picking him up, holding the golem in the air. Bagan scanned the skies to see Rodan flying toward him, preparing to fire another Uranium Heat Beam. The dragon beast knew he had one shot at this and so he took it.

    Bagan began to spin around with King Caesar in his hands, the dragon held Caesar on his shoulder with one hand. When the time was right, he stopped and hurled the golem into the air, heading toward his flying ally. King Caesar roared out as he was thrown, spinning in the air. The protrusions on Bagan’s back once again lit up before white hot plasma shot out of his maw, hitting King Caesar in the back as he collided with Rodan, causing the pterodactyl to shriek in agony. But the two continued to scream as the dragon’s Plasma Breath sent them flying into the air, scorching King Caesar’s air and charring Rodan’s wings.

    Bagan continued putting more energy into the beam until the two kaiju were out of sight. The dragon ceased his Plasma Breath as he tried finding the bodies of his opponents in the sky, but they had gone too far. Bagan took a few deep breaths, He had used a lot of his energy during this battle, more than he would like to admit. He would have to rest soon. The dragon reared his head and roared in victory. He had killed all nine kaiju in only an hour. Some were easier than others, but at the end of the day, he was victorious.

    Now onto the mothership.


    X was stomping his feet and yelling at the screen as he saw the last of his monsters be launched into the sky. He wanted to hit something so badly. The Xilien Controller was about to take out his gun and shoot randomly around the room before he looked at the screen again, seeing Bagan walking toward them.

    “Oh no…” X said before turning to the crew, who were all trying not to panic.

    “What do we do now sir?” one of them asked.

    “I… I don’t know… If Monster X doesn’t get here-” X said before being interrupted.

    “Sir, look at the sky!”

    X scanned the sky, seeing a meteorite quickly approaching Earth, the surface heating up from the ozone layer.

    “Yes! He’s here!” X yelled as he saw the meteor making its way to the surface.


    Bagan walked toward his new target. He wanted to blast it out of the sky with his Plasma Breath, but then he decided to turn his head back, looking over his shoulder.

    An object was approaching Earth.

    The dragon turned his full body around to see that it was a meteor coming toward him. He braced himself as his wing-like protrusions on his back lit up, white hot plasma quickly slithered up his throat. The white fire danced through his closed maw as the dragon aimed his head at the approaching space rock before opening his mouth, letting his Plasma Breath flow.

    The white beam raced toward the meteor, causing the clouds to split apart as the plasma went through them. Bagan’s Plasma Breath hit the meteor, the white flames covering the surface of it as the dragon tried to destroy the space rock, putting more power into his beam. The meteor kept going through the beam like a truck going through a spider web. It trudged through the white beam as it got closer and closer to Earth’s surface.

    Bagan wouldn’t stop, planting his feet firmly into the ground. He put even more energy into his Plasma Breath, the white beam still not doing much to the meteor as it got closer and closer each second. Bagan then realized what it was going to crash into – him.

    The meteor smashed into the ground as it finally made it on Earth, causing a humongous crater in the ground. The cascading hellfire burned everything within it, even if it was all temporarily.

    In the middle of the hole stood Bagan, slowly regaining his sight from the bright light as he shook the ashes off of him. The broken bones in his body locked back into place. Exposed wounds closed up as the dragon scanned the area. He realized that he was now in a hole caused by the meteor that hit him.

    Was that all?

    He knew that surely there had to be more. He just survived a meteor crashing into him. What else was there? Then Bagan heard a low, guttural growl coming from behind him.

    The dragon turned around to see a figure floating down to the ground. It had bone like armor covering its body, a forked tail swaying from side to side. It had three heads, one on each shoulder; all three heads had glowing, blood red eyes, the central head having two black horns. It roared an almost bone chilling roar, sounding like a sinister growl.

    Bagan roared back, the horrid sound not fazing the skeletal creature. Neither kaiju feared the other, but they knew one thing: this was going to be a hell of a battle. The two monsters charged at each other, fists raised as they approached the other.

    Both monsters punched the other in the face at the same time. Monster X stumbled back from the impact of Bagan’s punch, shaking his head. On the other hand, Bagan’s head faced away from his opponent before slowly looking back at him, his head cracking as he looked at his growling adversary.

    Monster X quickly jumped toward the dragon and turned around, letting his tail whip Bagan in the face, blood trickling down newly made scratch marks on his cheek before they healed as the skeletal monster landed beside the demonic dragon. Monster X sent a flurry of punches into Bagan’s side, each hit sounding like a gun going off, causing him to growl in pain. The dragon backhanded the skeletal kaiju, causing him to stumble back.

    Bagan sent a punch to Monster X’s chest, making him growl in pain before sending a kick to the dragon’s exposed chest, still in the process of recovery. The demonic monster screamed as his ribs were broken, though they were repaired quickly, the pain was still there.

    Monster X reached for and grabbed Bagan’s two horns on the side of his head and, in conjecture with his levitation, brought his knee up while pulling the Super Monster’s head down, hitting him in the face with his knee. The skeletal kaiju repeated this multiple times before Bagan charged forward and lifted his head up. Monster X lost his grip, careening through the air before crashing into the side of the crater, landing on his back and knocking the breath out of the skeletal monster’s lungs.

    The protrusions on Bagan’s back lit up before shooting his Plasma Breath at his fallen opponent. With no time to catch his breath, Monster X quickly rolled out of the way, dodging the beam before jumping up and landing on the other side of the crater. All four of the skeletal beast’s eyes flickered with a golden hue before firing his Gravity Beams at the draconic beast as he turned around. The gold beams hit Bagan in the chest and arms, sending blood gushing into the sky as the demon roared out in pain.

    Bagan put his hand to his chest as the wound quickly healed up. The dragon glared at his opponent before Monster X charged toward Bagan once again, jumping up. The skeletal monster was about to kick the Super Monster in the face, but Bagan grabbed his leg in the air and slammed him down on the ground, once again knocking the breath out of Monster X, the dragon let go of his leg before getting on top of the skeletal kaiju. Bagan brought his fist up then brought it down on Monster X’s face, he then did the same with his other fist, then repeating the process as the bony armored kaiju slashed at the dragon, drawing blood across his arms and chest.


    X glared at the screen, knowing Monster X might not win if the battle continued.

    “Is Gigan ready to send back into battle?!” the Xilien Controller insisted as he turned around.

    “They have finished his repairs, but I’m not sure if he’ll be alright to fight,” one of the crew members answered.

    “If the repairs are finished then he’s ready, now send him out there!” X ordered as his fellow Xilien nodded.

    X took a deep sigh as he turned back to the screen to see Bagan continually pummeling his kaiju’s face.

    “Come on, Monster X…” He mouthed anxiously as he saw Gigan fly out of the mothership.


    Bagan kept punching Monster X’s face, almost taking a sick pleasure as he hit him over and over, creating small cracks in the armor on the skeletal monster’s face. Monster X kept slashing at the dragon’s body, each time he swiped his claws, he cut deeper, though the cuts healed as quick as they were made. The protrusions on Bagan’s back lit up once more, the dragon was about to end this once and for all.

    Until multiple tiny explosions hit his back.

    Bagan roared in pain as his back was punctured by the explosions, turning his head to see what attacked him only to be greeted by a kick in the eye, the point on the foot stabbed into the dragon’s blood red eye, causing Bagan to howl in pain as his assailant quickly dislodged his foot from the dragon’s eye hole. Bagan fell on his side as his eye regenerated; he then heard a familiar screech.

    The demon growled as he got up and saw Monster X had also gotten back to his feet, now next to a revived Gigan, who had gotten a new head and replaced his scythes for chainsaws. The cyborg turned to the skeletal kaiju, chirping at him as he raised one of his chainsaw hands; Monster X nodded and raised his hand before lightly hitting the flat of Gigan’s chainsaw. The two nodded at each other before putting their arms down and turning to face their opponent.

    Bagan roared at them before they roared back at him. Gigan revved up his chainsaws and Monster X cracked his knuckles.

    The protrusions on the dragon’s back lit up once more before white hot plasma shot out of his mouth. The duo jumped out of the way, both of them moving to different sides of Bagan. Monster X quickly shot his Gravity Beams at the dragon while Gigan shot his Cluster Light Ray, both shooting Bagan on both sides. The demon roared out in pain as the golden bolts pierced his side while the red laser exploded on his other.

    Bagan’s horns glowed as energy danced around them. Knowing what this meant, Gigan flew toward with his arm out, the chainsaw buzzing as he flew by the dragon’s head. With one swift move, the cyborg landed beside Monster X, his back turned away from Bagan. The dragon’s horn slid off his snout as Gigan turned back around.

    Bagan roared in anger as he realized his horn was gone, staring daggers at the cyborg. He would destroy the bird like cyborg soon enough. Gigan once again flew toward the dragon, revving his chainsaws again, he cut Bagan’s arm as he passed by. Monster X also ran toward the demon before jumping up and kicking him in the side of the face. Bagan growled with frustration as the two continuously attacked him. As Monster X landed, the dragon shot his Plasma Breath out of his mouth again. The duo dodged once more and moved in to attack again.

    Gigan slashed at Bagan with his chainsaws while Monster X punched and kicked the demon multiple times in the back and sides. Bagan punched the cyborg in the chest, sending Gigan stumbling back, the dragon then turned his head toward Monster X and fired his Plasma Breath at the skeletal kaiju, hitting him square in the face and sending him skidding back.

    As Bagan turned to face Monster X, his tail whipped Gigan’s torso, sending the cyborg crashing down on his side, screeching as he tried to get up. The dragon fired more of his Plasma Breath at the skeletal monster before Monster X quickly dodged, running out of the way in time. The bony monster’s eyes flicker a golden color before firing his Gravity Beams at the demonic dragon, hitting him in the chest again. Bagan roared in pain as his chest was once again ruptured.

    Gigan got up and screeched at the Super Monster, slamming his chainsaws into the ground in front of him and activating them, allowing him to quickly move toward Bagan. The powerful dragon turned to see his opponent charging at him. The dragon moved aside to dodge the cyborg, but Gigan had one little trick. As the alien moved past Bagan, the tip of his lithe tail curved and latched onto his neck, the pointed piece in the middle stabbing his throat.

    Bagan gurgled as his throat was stabbed, but that wasn’t all. Gigan kept going, causing the dragon to fall, the cyborg dragging him the ground as he moved. Ash and dirt got in his eyes as he was dragged, blinding him. The Super Monster grabbed Gigan’s metallic tail and fired his Plasma Breath randomly. The beam hit the Cyborg’s tail and shredded it, separating it from the main body.

    Gigan stopped and took his chainsaws out of the ground before turning to see Bagan taking half of his tail off of his neck, the hole in his throat closing up after taking the tip out. The cyborg shot his Cluster Light Ray at his fallen adversary, the tiny explosions hitting his face and chest, causing a fire to engulf his chest. The dragon roared in pain as he tried putting the fires out.

    The cyborg chuckled as he slowly walked toward his weakened opponent, his chainsaws revving as he got closer. When he got to Bagan, he raised on of his arms up, eager to bring it down on the dragon’s throat. Suddenly, Bagan threw the piece of Gigan’s own tail in the face. The cyborg shrieked in pain as he stumbled back, the flats of his chainsaws covering the damages. His visor had been cracked, reducing his sight drastically.

    Bagan got up, the fire in his chest ceasing. Gigan put his arms down just in time for white hot plasma to shoot directly at his face, causing his head to explode on impact. The cyborg’s decapitated body took a few small steps forward before falling on his back.

    As Bagan turned away from Gigan’s dead body, something flew into him. The dragon’s side was pelted by punches as he was once again dragged across the battlefield, he hit the thing’s back to get it to let go. The thing threw Bagan to the ground and landed on the other side of the fallen dragon. Bagan groggily got back to his feet to face whatever monster tried to attack him now. To his surprise, it was Monster X again, but now he had dark wings on his back.

    Monster X let out a low growl as he lowered his body, his wings growing larger. Power surged through his body as his limbs grew, now turning a golden shade. His body also grew in size as the two heads on his shoulders sprouted up along with his central head. His forked tail now split into two. His roar now sounded like a mix of a wheezy yell and maniacal laughter.

    Monster X was now nearly the same height as Bagan, his three heads roaring into the heavens before looking at the dragon in front of him, all six of his eyes glaring at him. Bagan roared back at the golden dragon. He knew this was still just Monster X, but it felt different, more powerful, like something he fought before.

    A Ghidorah.

    The wing like protrusions on Bagan’s back lit up, white hot plasma traveled up his throat before he opened his mouth and shot his Plasma Breath out of his maw and at Keizer Ghidorah’s chest. The four-legged dragon didn’t even flinch at the blast. The demon looked at the Ghidorah in confusion before firing his Plasma Breath at him once again, and once again it failed to hurt the beast.

    Keizer Ghidorah roared again, this time it sounded like he was laughing at Bagan. The demonic monster wouldn’t stand for this, he would not be mocked. Bagan closed his hands into fists and charged at his opponent, the Ghidorah let him get close to him. The Super Monster punched Keizer Ghidorah as he slammed his body into him, his fists hit the dragon multiple times, rivaling that of several large explosions.

    The Ghidorah was not phased.

    Golden light appeared in Keizer Ghidorah’s mouths, all three heads looked at Bagan before firing three Gravity Beams at him. The golden beams sent the demon back, he tried to fight it, but it was no use, the power of the attack pushed him to the ground. Bagan roared in pain as the electricity surged through his body, it felt like he was going to explode. The three-headed monster ceased his Gravity Beams.

    Bagan breathed heavily as the beams stopped, he weakly got up and roared at his opponent once more. He took a few steps forward and turned, making his tail smack Keizer Ghidorah’s right head. The head hit the neck of the middle head, cackling as it shook and glared at the beast in front of him.

    Bagan quickly shot his Plasma Breath at the Ghidorah, hitting the neck of the left head, causing it to roar in pain. The Super Monster had enough of this, he would kill this Ghidorah now.

    All of a sudden, Keizer Ghidorah bent his legs and flapped his wings before jumping into the air, the monster in front of him widened his eyes as he watched the dragon fly into him, Bagan braced himself, but he couldn’t withstand getting pushed down by the Ghidorah’s front legs. He fell on his back with an earth shaking thud, the Super Monster growled as he turned to his side.

    Bagan was about to get up when Keizer Ghidorah flew back and shot his Gravity Beams at the demonic again. Bagan roared in pain as the beams once again hit him, but after a moment the beams moved around him before lifting him in the air. The Super Monster roared in confusion before the beams moved him forward, toward the Ghidorah.

    Keizer Ghidorah’s Gravity Beams went back to his mouths, taking his adversary with them. The golden beast bit down on Bagan, the left head taking his throat, the central head biting his stomach, and the right head sinking its teeth into his leg. All three heads’ teeth glowed a golden color, blue light traveled throughout his body. Bagan roared in pain as the golden dragon absorbed his energy.

    The Super Monster tried slashing the Ghidorah’s neck and kicking his side, but it was no use. Golden energy went throughout his body, hurting Bagan and draining him of his life force, the grey dragon tried to shoot his Plasma Breath at the golden dragon, but the fire dwindled as it went up his throat. Bagan could barely keep his eyes open, his arms went limp as he stopped struggling.

    The mighty Bagan finally met his match.

    Bagan finally closed his eyes as his skin shriveled up like mud on a hot day. The Super Monster stopped breathing as the last of his energy was consumed by Keizer Ghidorah. The golden dragon let go of the lifeless husk. All three of his heads looked up at the sky and roared in victory. He then looked back down at Bagan’s lifeless body and shot his Gravity Beams at it, destroying the remains of the once powerful beast.


    X jumped up and down as he looked at the screen, seeing his monster destroy the remains of Bagan. The crew behind him clapped, for after a long, tenuous battle, they finally achieved victory.

    “Yes! Yes! Yes! Hahahaha! Yes!” X celebrated before he turned to his crew.

    “Now sir?” one crew member asked.

    “Now we speak to the people of Earth. Bring Monster- Keizer Ghidorah to the ship!” X ordered before turning back to the screen. “It’s about time we get on the winning side of things.”

    Winner: Monster X

    K.W.C. // August 31, 2019