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Blood flew with each strike, painting the earth crimson. Bone cracked and fell apart, exposing a pulsating brain, which was soon added to the mush of viscera that the cranium had become.

Fists coated in gore, Red King stood to his feet, roaring in triumph to the heavens as he stood over his foe’s corpse. Magular’s body twitched, each one sending another spray of blood out.

The stench of new death joined that of rot and decay filling the air from numerous gigantic bodies. The Lawless Monster Zone had never been a place devoid of death, but in recent times it had become filled with carnage.

Red King paused, taking time to drag his knuckles against the ground to get some of the viscera off his hands. Things were silent. Not a sound other than the buzzing of insects. No other colossi tread here, not anymore. For the first time in eons, the Lawless Monster Zone was peaceful.

A low, hissing growl left the skull monster’s maw. His tormentors had all been slaughtered, but now what was he to do? What he had longed for his whole life had come to pass, yet, he felt empty.

Looking towards the ocean, he began to walk. He entered the waters, going forth into the unknown. The crisp, blue waves turned red as they washed off the detritus of his murderous rampage.

Decades ago, an infant had been born on this island, inside a dark cave. No mother or father awaited him, leaving him helpless on this cruel land. Death had constantly harrowed him, the giants of the land pursuing him and seeking his demise with a particular fervor. They bruised and lacerated his hide, putting him at the edge of death time and time again.

He grew up slowly, becoming larger and more powerful with the passing of time. He never knew his father, the menacing king of this land who had ruled it with an iron fist and made all who lived upon it bow down, before his death at the hands of a warrior of light from the stars. But soon, he had fulfilled this legacy and carried it further with a bloodthirst built up over decades of torment and isolation.

And now the rest of the world would witness the wrath of a behemoth baptized in blood and forged in the fires of constant suffering.

Cameras set up around the perimeter of the island captured his final rampage, then the skull monster making his way into the ocean. Unfortunately for all, the scientific community had never been able to place a tracker upon Red King, any attempts ending in gruesome failure. The information of a psychopathic kaiju on the loose was kept hidden as best as it could be, the governments of the world not wanting mass panic. Security was hitched up across numerous shores globally, not overtly so as to draw suspicion but enough for their liking.

And right now, all signs were pointing to him approaching an island near Australia, where gigantic mutations were kept secured and isolated from civilization…
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GodzillavsRayquaza wrote: Mon Jul 05, 2021 9:02 pm
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Blood flew with each strike, painting the earth crimson. Bone cracked and fell apart, exposing a pulsating brain, which was soon added to the mush of viscera that the cranium had become.

Fists coated in gore, Red King stood to his feet, roaring in triumph to the heavens as he stood over his foe’s corpse. Magular’s body twitched, each one sending another spray of blood out.

The stench of new death joined that of rot and decay filling the air from numerous gigantic bodies. The Lawless Monster Zone had never been a place devoid of death, but in recent times it had become filled with carnage.

Red King paused, taking time to drag his knuckles against the ground to get some of the viscera off his hands. Things were silent. Not a sound other than the buzzing of insects. No other colossi tread here, not anymore. For the first time in eons, the Lawless Monster Zone was peaceful.

A low, hissing growl left the skull monster’s maw. His tormentors had all been slaughtered, but now what was he to do? What he had longed for his whole life had come to pass, yet, he felt empty.

Looking towards the ocean, he began to walk. He entered the waters, going forth into the unknown. The crisp, blue waves turned red as they washed off the detritus of his murderous rampage.

Decades ago, an infant had been born on this island, inside a dark cave. No mother or father awaited him, leaving him helpless on this cruel land. Death had constantly harrowed him, the giants of the land pursuing him and seeking his demise with a particular fervor. They bruised and lacerated his hide, putting him at the edge of death time and time again.

He grew up slowly, becoming larger and more powerful with the passing of time. He never knew his father, the menacing king of this land who had ruled it with an iron fist and made all who lived upon it bow down, before his death at the hands of a warrior of light from the stars. But soon, he had fulfilled this legacy and carried it further with a bloodthirst built up over decades of torment and isolation.

And now the rest of the world would witness the wrath of a behemoth baptized in blood and forged in the fires of constant suffering.

Cameras set up around the perimeter of the island captured his final rampage, then the skull monster making his way into the ocean. Unfortunately for all, the scientific community had never been able to place a tracker upon Red King, any attempts ending in gruesome failure. The information of a psychopathic kaiju on the loose was kept hidden as best as it could be, the governments of the world not wanting mass panic. Security was hitched up across numerous shores globally, not overtly so as to draw suspicion but enough for their liking.

And right now, all signs were pointing to him approaching an island near Australia, where gigantic mutations were kept secured and isolated from civilization…
It’s only a trailer and already I’m seriously invested. Cannot WAIT for this match!
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Goliath vs. Red King: Round 2: Trailer 2!
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“So let me get this straight: you mean to tell me that these two monsters fell at least a good million feet into the deepest parts of the entire planet, struck each other with such force that the portal into the Hollow Earth rattled and somehow got tilted on his side, crashed into a massive mountain that also collapsed on them and sent them on opposite sides of the land.. And they’re still alive!?”

“A-apprently so, sir!” Said the equally bewildered Mei to Commander Gordon. “It seems like the Monster Zone was hiding another portal to the Hollow Earth all this time. Red King and Goliath seem to be unconscious at the moment, but I’m not sure how long that will last.”

The commander grumbled to himself for a minute, before finally speaking. “From what we gained from Monarch, Goliath coming into the Hollow Earth could spell bad news for everyone in it. Warbats, Skullcrawlers, Foetodon, whatever else is in there; they can sense when somebody is an outsider. Red King can blend right in because he’s from Earth, but a space monster like Goliath could alert every other thing there to go after him! Moment that happens, we’re gonna have a way bigger battle than just those two going at it.”

“And not only that: without Red King in the Lawless Monster Zone to keep everyone under control, there’s a chance that everyone up here will go nuts!” Chimed in Yun. “We need to find a way to get both of them out of their before anything else happens and-”

Suddenly, Mei’s laptop started going off, and two signals came to life: one blue, and one yellow. And it seemed like the both of them were starting to move..

“Goliath and Red King are moving again!” Said Asagi. “Commissioner Gordon, is there any way for the Gotengo to go into the Hollow Earth?”. That sentence caused the mustached leader to snark in a joking manner. “Can it?! The Gotengo has the power to drill into almost anything at this point. Some wacky dimensional rift into another dimension isn’t gonna slow us down!... We still need a way to capture Red King and Goliath though.”

Everyone was left in thought, still in need of a plan. Feeling a lightbulb come to his head though, Gordon had a plan. “Asagi, this might sound like a risky move but.. Is there any way you might be able to call Gamera for help? In case the push comes to shove, we can at least have a monster on our side if the Hollow Earth war comes to pass.”

“I’m sure he’ll be able to help! But if there really is going to be a massive war in the Hollow Earth, he might be too distracted to go after Red King and Goliath. What could we do about them then?”

“Leave that part to the Gotengo’s freezers, that’ll hold both of them! Alright, I want you three to keep waiting near the Monster Zone’s beach for when we arrive. After that, we’re going monster hunting!”

***
Goliath awoke in a strange land.

Well, maybe not the strangest he’s been on, but between the fact gravity switched in and out of existence and the fact he could actually see a massive pile of rocks in the sky; it was up there. The ground was a mix between dark green leaves and earthly brown dirt and dust, mixed in with some more alien hues that really made it pop. From the hill he was on, he could see many creatures below him, crawling and flying the day away. Goliath wasn’t just on the Earth anymore.

This was the Hollow Earth.

He wasn’t too sure how to get back to the surface world from here, nor was he too sure where Red King had ended up in the crash, though he did feel like his presence wasn’t too far away. He stepped down from the hill, searching for both things he was currently looking for. At this rate, it was either just find a way out instantly, or finish what he started with the Skull Monster; whatever came first.

He looked around the massive caves the place had to offer. Red King’s presence edged closer by the second, and the Starbeast knew deep down, he was in at least one of them. His horn lit up with electric power once again as he grumbled in defiance: defiance to losing. Noises came from all over, but he couldn’t really tell if it came from rocks falling, or an actual living creature..

Suddenly, he saw something to his left.

It scurried back into the cave’s darkness, but out of the corner of his eye, he knew he saw something moving, something green! It had to be Red King! Knowing that, his horn suddenly fired into the cave, hitting the being straight in the face as the blue energy lit up the cave, revealing the culprit to be none other than… snakes?

Three, red hooded snakes suddenly stared daggers right at Goliath with hisses of rage. They weren’t Red King, rather natives to the Hollow Earth: Warbats! And they knew that this extraterrestrial monster didn’t belong here.

Goliath was confused. Red King’s presence was practically right next to him. If these things weren’t him, then where could he-?

CHOMP!

Suddenly, the Skull Monster leapt out of the other cave, biting right into Goliath’s shoulder! The blue beast tried to shove the pin-headed monster, but it’s grip was too strong at the moment, his attacker laughing with sadistic glee as he had his opponent right where he wanted him… or at least he did, until Goliath finally rolled over, knocking them both to the ground. Pinning his enemy to the hollow floor, Goliath grabbed Red King by the head and repeatedly slammed it right back into the ground with absolutely no mercy. Unfortunately though, this was what called the Warbats into attack. All three of them rushed right into the fight, but their plot to constrict the two of them to death were quickly foiled. Red King’s tail slammed into them all like a whip, before he suddenly grabbed hold of Goliath’s arms and forced them to let up.

Getting back on his feet, Red King started to reel up another punch straight to Goliath's snout, but found himself aiming at another Warbat instead. Green wings flew at the warring monster, ready to bite down on them, but it's throat was suddenly caught by a giant fist, slamming right into it and sending it back right into solid rock with gigantic force. The other two rushed in afterwards, coming after Goliath this time. The galactic monster was ready, lowering his head to the point his horn would almost perfectly strike the both of them, and he too charged with sheer force.

Only one of the Warbats moved out of the way in time, and the other wasn’t so lucky, it’s hear getting directly pierced, dying instantly. Grabbing a wing by the back, Goliath and his bloody horn stared at the last Warbat standing.

And it automatically knew it was time to flee.

Turning tail, it quickly ran off into the orange sky, his enemy laughing as he watched the creature that had such bravado suddenly turn into cowardice. Goliath stopped though, when a familiar, high pitched roar caught his attention again. Red King, clutching the dead Warbat in his hand. What was he planning to do? Beat him to death with it? Well, whatever the case, it was something Goliath could do! He instantly took hold of his own dead Nozuki, ready to beat the Skull Monster at his own game.

But Red King had another trick up his sleeve.

Goliath titled his head in confusion as what seemed to be steam emitting from Red King’s hand… then steam turned into sparks, and before he knew it, a massive burst of pure fire came straight from Red King’s palm! His eyes widened, Red King had been hiding a secret ability from him the entire time they had fought so far. And now, the ruler of the Lawless Monster Zone was ready to reveal his explosive fist to his alien foe, the flames travelling down to the dead Warbat he was holding, using the serpent as a weapon.

Goliath wasn’t having it though, he could do anything that Red King could do. Electricity traveled down his own arms, spiraling across his own Warbat weapon of choice, turning it into a glowing blue spear of power, just as Red King’s Warbat was a glowing orange one. The two continued to stare the other down; eyes narrowed, growling in stubbornness. Whatever happened next, they silently swore it would finally culminate in their enemy being nothing more but a bloody mess, stained to the ground.

And then, suddenly gripping their weapons tightly, the two suddenly dashed towards each other with howls of war!

Round 2 had begun.
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Yet another trailer for Goliath vs. Red King: Round 2, because why not?
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At the Hollow Earth entrance..

A massive, drill-nosed ship made it’s sudden appearance at the top of the Hollow Earth, the riders already hearing the massive carnage below them all. And the massive battle just confirmed their suspicions. Blood was splashed about, monsters tore into each other with no hesitation. Yet oddly enough, there were no signs of the monsters who caused this to begin with.

"Alright, here's the plan!" Said Gordon. "Once Gamera gets here, we'll be able to deal with the Titans. Main goal is to find Red King and Goliath and deal with them."

With that, The Gotengo proceeded to move out, flying above and ducking below all sorts of moving obstacles. The machine’s blue maser cannons continued to fire, hitting Camazotz in the eye and leaving the bat monster open to Amhuluk, and hitting Methuselah right in the arm, immediately after the plant beast sliced into Tiamat. Still, the monsters from above the surface didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.. Until Mei looked up the hill, and saw two familiar silhouettes.

Standing right in front of the sunset, there they were!

“I see them! Are we sure the freezers are ready?”

“Every weapon the Gotengo has right now is at maximum percent.” Said Gordon. “Alright, let’s finish this!”

Suddenly the ship ran at the two, with the greatest speed it could muster. It’s hull suddenly began to develop a strong frost, the sheer amount of ice sheets building up inside of the machine becoming almost too much for it to properly handle. Despite the massive noise it was making though, Goliath and Red King were too focused in battle to notice, thinking it was just the sound of battling down below them.

Even if they did notice though, neither of them could’ve stopped what happened next.

The maser cannons fired at the canyon, digging themselves right into the rocky side, the entire foundation collapsing on itself. With both Earth and Alien kaiju crying out in surprise, they realized only second’s too late that they needed to escape! However, in the midst of the cliff beginning it’s massive collapse, they simultaneously decided they weren’t going down alone. If this was where the fight was being capped off at, their opposing force was going down first and foremost..

Almost immediately, Red King grabbed onto Goliath’s arm, pulling the bulky monster down as the rocks too began to crumble around them, pulling himself closer. He was hoping to use the Starbeast’s body as a meat shield, preventing his fall from being not nearly as painful. Goliath, though, had other plans. His right arm grabbed Red King’s throat, trying to force his weight over the Skull Monster and have him be the one to take the impact, but his opponent simply refused. Red King punched, he kicked, he even tried. biting Goliath right on the snout again. And all the while, the Gotengo hovered above the both of them, then dove down in order to make its next big strike.

“We got them right where they need to be! Yun, Asagi, ready to fire the freeze ray!?”

“Ready!” Both replied.

“All right then. Let’s finish this, once and for all-!”

SMASH!

Before anything had a chance to launch though, lightning had struck; literally. Red King had aimed Goliath’s head upwards, another strike of electric energy barely missing his head, yet was also too late to stop it from grazing into his neck. With another kick with both legs, Goliath had briefly split the two apart. For a little bit, he was questioning. The blast had clearly hit something, but whatever it was, it surely wasn’t rock.

Suddenly, his eyes caught something above him: a massive, metal machine, struggling to regain control after getting a bad lighting strike. And considering how it was almost entirely covered in dirt, it also must’ve been the catalyst for the collapse.. He’d deal with it later. He had bigger fish to fry right now!

Said fish, Red King, was currently in panic mode. If he doesn't do something soon, he might be facing his end! He needed something to land on, something to break his fall.. Then he caught something.

A perfectly, surfboard shaped rock

.. Well, whatever works.

Sliding it under his feet, he focused it right to a pile of rocks he saw, planning to slide down it the best way he could. And the moment it hit, the plan proved successful, the pieces of rock only breaking apart only a little before it finally slimmed down and began to take Red King downhill. Now if he could just keep this up till he reached the bottom it was pretty unlikely anyone could stomp him-

That thought though, was cut off when he clearly heard someone land right next to the rock.. Goliath.

The two glared at each other as the blue monster got up, reeled back their fist.. But then they realized the ride was suddenly getting bumpier. Looking ahead, they realized why: the rocks that had fallen had formed a ramp, and they were right in its path!

Never before had two kaiju jumped into each other’s arms and squealed like little girls, nor did it ever happen again.

The rock they were sitting on practically launched into the sky like a rocket ship, and the two clinging kaiju had rolled with it into the sky, almost hitting the Gotengo in the process! As the two went higher and higher into the dirt filled sky, all the kaiju below them looked up in awe. It almost looked like a giant, blue-and-green colored yin-yang ball.

But, what came up was just about ready to also come down. And seeing that lead to everyone scramming.

The moment the two kaiju crashed down, it was like a giant explosion of TNT had gone off. The plume of dirt shot miles and miles into the sky as the ground itself also suddenly ruptured and split open like an egg. A gigantic trike slithered across the ground like a snake, almost enveloping anyone who was unlucky to get in it’s way, and rupturing almost everything else in the entire Hollow Earth.

And by the time the smoke had dissipated, it had seemed like both Red King and Goliath had disappeared yet again. Another hole in the ground being the only indicator of where they went.

“They went even further down?” Said Mei. “That’s… impossible! The Hollow Earth is almost the deepest the Earth can go. What could they have even gone into?”. Asagi moved over closer to Mei, getting a look at her computer, seeing a blue and green dot falling down once again.

What caught her attention most though, was the odd layer of red it seemed like both of them were sinking into. And the temperature readings for it were starting to accelerate at a pace she could barely keep up with.

“The heat.. It’s speeding up so fast! But it’s still too far away to be near the planet’s core… Mei, is there any way to get a better view of this place ?”

“Unfortunately no, but you’re right. It’s almost like they fell into..”

Then, where they had gone off to suddenly hit everyone. It seemed too much of a stretch to be true, but there’s absolutely no way it could be anything else. Goliath and Red King hadn’t just fallen into the deepest crevices of the planet. No, they had both dove into the dark pits of-

***
Hell

Part of the thing Kumasogami loved about his job as Hell’s Guardian the most, was that it fit into his own, tight little schedule. All he had to do was make sure everything was in order, make sure every single tortured soul in Hell; human, monster, alien or otherwise, continued to receive their punishment that would continue for the rest of eternity. It was easy, it was rewarding, and the pain he brought to them was the joy he brought to himself.

Though sometimes, it did make him feel bored. Rewarded, but still rather bored. Beyond the introductions of more beings entering the fire and brimstone land, it was rare that anything else had actually happened. That was always something he wished could change.

It was about to, but not in the way he wanted.

He suddenly caught the sound of something entering the pit of Hell yet again; but something was off this time. Two monsters were coming in hot, but whoever they were, something told him that they didn’t belong here…

Just milliseconds later, he saw what could’ve easily been mistaken for a meteor crashing down near the mountains just only a couple miles away, but the things that made it were almost definitely alive. Well, no matter. Anyone who ended up in Hell was treated just the same, and these two would be no exception..

By the time the lava golem caught notice of them, Goliath and Red King had both realized they weren’t in the Hollow Earth anymore. Lava surrounded almost everything around them, and they felt themselves beginning to sweat from the scorching heat almost immediately. The only discernible sounds were the bubbling of magma, and the screams of the damned that were forced to reside here for all of eternity.

It was far and beyond the most uncanny thing they had seen in their lives.. Not like it would change their hatred for each other, though.
NGL i feel like something's off about this part so if everyone has some criticisms, feel free to give them.
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Gigantis wrote: Sun Aug 01, 2021 4:34 pm Yet another trailer for Goliath vs. Red King: Round 2, because why not?
Spoiler:
At the Hollow Earth entrance..

A massive, drill-nosed ship made it’s sudden appearance at the top of the Hollow Earth, the riders already hearing the massive carnage below them all. And the massive battle just confirmed their suspicions. Blood was splashed about, monsters tore into each other with no hesitation. Yet oddly enough, there were no signs of the monsters who caused this to begin with.

"Alright, here's the plan!" Said Gordon. "Once Gamera gets here, we'll be able to deal with the Titans. Main goal is to find Red King and Goliath and deal with them."

With that, The Gotengo proceeded to move out, flying above and ducking below all sorts of moving obstacles. The machine’s blue maser cannons continued to fire, hitting Camazotz in the eye and leaving the bat monster open to Amhuluk, and hitting Methuselah right in the arm, immediately after the plant beast sliced into Tiamat. Still, the monsters from above the surface didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.. Until Mei looked up the hill, and saw two familiar silhouettes.

Standing right in front of the sunset, there they were!

“I see them! Are we sure the freezers are ready?”

“Every weapon the Gotengo has right now is at maximum percent.” Said Gordon. “Alright, let’s finish this!”

Suddenly the ship ran at the two, with the greatest speed it could muster. It’s hull suddenly began to develop a strong frost, the sheer amount of ice sheets building up inside of the machine becoming almost too much for it to properly handle. Despite the massive noise it was making though, Goliath and Red King were too focused in battle to notice, thinking it was just the sound of battling down below them.

Even if they did notice though, neither of them could’ve stopped what happened next.

The maser cannons fired at the canyon, digging themselves right into the rocky side, the entire foundation collapsing on itself. With both Earth and Alien kaiju crying out in surprise, they realized only second’s too late that they needed to escape! However, in the midst of the cliff beginning it’s massive collapse, they simultaneously decided they weren’t going down alone. If this was where the fight was being capped off at, their opposing force was going down first and foremost..

Almost immediately, Red King grabbed onto Goliath’s arm, pulling the bulky monster down as the rocks too began to crumble around them, pulling himself closer. He was hoping to use the Starbeast’s body as a meat shield, preventing his fall from being not nearly as painful. Goliath, though, had other plans. His right arm grabbed Red King’s throat, trying to force his weight over the Skull Monster and have him be the one to take the impact, but his opponent simply refused. Red King punched, he kicked, he even tried. biting Goliath right on the snout again. And all the while, the Gotengo hovered above the both of them, then dove down in order to make its next big strike.

“We got them right where they need to be! Yun, Asagi, ready to fire the freeze ray!?”

“Ready!” Both replied.

“All right then. Let’s finish this, once and for all-!”

SMASH!

Before anything had a chance to launch though, lightning had struck; literally. Red King had aimed Goliath’s head upwards, another strike of electric energy barely missing his head, yet was also too late to stop it from grazing into his neck. With another kick with both legs, Goliath had briefly split the two apart. For a little bit, he was questioning. The blast had clearly hit something, but whatever it was, it surely wasn’t rock.

Suddenly, his eyes caught something above him: a massive, metal machine, struggling to regain control after getting a bad lighting strike. And considering how it was almost entirely covered in dirt, it also must’ve been the catalyst for the collapse.. He’d deal with it later. He had bigger fish to fry right now!

Said fish, Red King, was currently in panic mode. If he doesn't do something soon, he might be facing his end! He needed something to land on, something to break his fall.. Then he caught something.

A perfectly, surfboard shaped rock

.. Well, whatever works.

Sliding it under his feet, he focused it right to a pile of rocks he saw, planning to slide down it the best way he could. And the moment it hit, the plan proved successful, the pieces of rock only breaking apart only a little before it finally slimmed down and began to take Red King downhill. Now if he could just keep this up till he reached the bottom it was pretty unlikely anyone could stomp him-

That thought though, was cut off when he clearly heard someone land right next to the rock.. Goliath.

The two glared at each other as the blue monster got up, reeled back their fist.. But then they realized the ride was suddenly getting bumpier. Looking ahead, they realized why: the rocks that had fallen had formed a ramp, and they were right in its path!

Never before had two kaiju jumped into each other’s arms and squealed like little girls, nor did it ever happen again.

The rock they were sitting on practically launched into the sky like a rocket ship, and the two clinging kaiju had rolled with it into the sky, almost hitting the Gotengo in the process! As the two went higher and higher into the dirt filled sky, all the kaiju below them looked up in awe. It almost looked like a giant, blue-and-green colored yin-yang ball.

But, what came up was just about ready to also come down. And seeing that lead to everyone scramming.

The moment the two kaiju crashed down, it was like a giant explosion of TNT had gone off. The plume of dirt shot miles and miles into the sky as the ground itself also suddenly ruptured and split open like an egg. A gigantic trike slithered across the ground like a snake, almost enveloping anyone who was unlucky to get in it’s way, and rupturing almost everything else in the entire Hollow Earth.

And by the time the smoke had dissipated, it had seemed like both Red King and Goliath had disappeared yet again. Another hole in the ground being the only indicator of where they went.

“They went even further down?” Said Mei. “That’s… impossible! The Hollow Earth is almost the deepest the Earth can go. What could they have even gone into?”. Asagi moved over closer to Mei, getting a look at her computer, seeing a blue and green dot falling down once again.

What caught her attention most though, was the odd layer of red it seemed like both of them were sinking into. And the temperature readings for it were starting to accelerate at a pace she could barely keep up with.

“The heat.. It’s speeding up so fast! But it’s still too far away to be near the planet’s core… Mei, is there any way to get a better view of this place ?”

“Unfortunately no, but you’re right. It’s almost like they fell into..”

Then, where they had gone off to suddenly hit everyone. It seemed too much of a stretch to be true, but there’s absolutely no way it could be anything else. Goliath and Red King hadn’t just fallen into the deepest crevices of the planet. No, they had both dove into the dark pits of-

***
Hell

Part of the thing Kumasogami loved about his job as Hell’s Guardian the most, was that it fit into his own, tight little schedule. All he had to do was make sure everything was in order, make sure every single tortured soul in Hell; human, monster, alien or otherwise, continued to receive their punishment that would continue for the rest of eternity. It was easy, it was rewarding, and the pain he brought to them was the joy he brought to himself.

Though sometimes, it did make him feel bored. Rewarded, but still rather bored. Beyond the introductions of more beings entering the fire and brimstone land, it was rare that anything else had actually happened. That was always something he wished could change.

It was about to, but not in the way he wanted.

He suddenly caught the sound of something entering the pit of Hell yet again; but something was off this time. Two monsters were coming in hot, but whoever they were, something told him that they didn’t belong here…

Just milliseconds later, he saw what could’ve easily been mistaken for a meteor crashing down near the mountains just only a couple miles away, but the things that made it were almost definitely alive. Well, no matter. Anyone who ended up in Hell was treated just the same, and these two would be no exception..

By the time the lava golem caught notice of them, Goliath and Red King had both realized they weren’t in the Hollow Earth anymore. Lava surrounded almost everything around them, and they felt themselves beginning to sweat from the scorching heat almost immediately. The only discernible sounds were the bubbling of magma, and the screams of the damned that were forced to reside here for all of eternity.

It was far and beyond the most uncanny thing they had seen in their lives.. Not like it would change their hatred for each other, though.
NGL i feel like something's off about this part so if everyone has some criticisms, feel free to give them.
I’d say definitely give it another read through due to a number of typos I noticed, but as for the substance itself, I’d say it’s fine.

As for a more specific criticism:
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”Well, whatever works” feels a bit too cheesy, so maybe just have it say something more along the lines “Red King shrugged, not questioning his luck”. Maybe that’s just me tho.
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Dinosaurian jaws expelled a cloud of bubbles through the oceanic void, a warbling vocalization echoing into the water. A powerful orange body swam with beautifully fluid efficiency that contrasted with its colossal bulk, yellow eyes gazing ahead with an ancient intensity. A great tail undulated from side to side like that of a great crocodile, powering the huge body forward at speeds that outclassed any and all of the fastest constructs of humankind. With eyesight that rivaled the most efficient predators on Planet Earth, Titanosaurus looked to and fro as he searched for something living amidst the ocean he called home, but so far he sensed nothing. The aquatic dinosaur had no idea why, but these parts of the ocean were significantly different from what he had grown up with all his life. One key attribute--and one key attribute alone--stuck out like a crushed thumb blackened by purple bruising.

The water was blood red.

Titanosaurus couldn’t comprehend why such a sudden change had occurred, or what these strange particles that painted the water this color were. What was this strange crimson that mixed with the water to bathe it in this shade? It wasn’t blood; he knew the scent of blood, and none of it was present here. So what was it? And why here? Why had such a change occurred here of all places?

The dinosaur kept swimming, his eyes peeled for any standout differences in the scarlet void, his nasal region emitting active sonar to navigate his way through the red. As he swam on, Titanosaurus did catch a few signatures far up ahead, but they were too large to be fish or whales. But there was something else mixed in here with these detections, something he wasn’t sure how to react to. Normally when he detected the presence of anything larger than a whale, the oceanic saurian would prepare himself for the possibility of territorial conflict. But these scents had a sense of strange familiarity to them--they seemed to belong to something he had encountered before. But there was one hitch that caught him off-guard:

They both were identical, as if there were two versions of the same individual in one place.

Titanosaurus would’ve shaken his head had his mind possessed the notion to do so. No, that couldn’t be correct! How could something or someone be in two places at once?

Powering his tail, the aquatic theropod began to boost his swimming speeds. Equal mixes extreme curiosity and a little bit of anxiety powered him forth at higher velocity than normal. The dinosaur needed to get a visual on these duplicate scents as quickly as possible. The red around him actually seemed to partially part as he swam, as if the red were not the water itself, but some kind of dust or cluster of microorganisms that simply made it look as if it had shifted the water’s color. But that mattered not; Titanosaurus was gaining on the sources of the duplicate scents. Faster he swam, like an organic torpedo building towards the speed of sound, the strange crimson powder whipping in clouds as he sped through them. As he flew through the water, he noticed that the red dust was beginning to clear ever so slightly, providing a better view of the scenery around him. And that’s when he saw… … …

Seaweed-green flesh seemed to shine like a beacon amidst the clouds of red, weaved in a lengthy, recognizably serpentine body. Floating motionlessly amidst the red water, clouds of more crimson poured from huge, gaping wounds in the creature’s body--and this time, Titanosaurus, smelled the blood before he even saw it. But it was not the blood that shocked him out of his mind; it was the sight of the creature itself, and its initial physical outline.

Manda?!

Titanosaurus drew closer, and that was when his mind was assailed with a whole avalanche of confusion. For one, the scent of the creature was exactly identical to the Dragon God of Mu that he remembered--but such had to be impossible, because its actual appearance was almost entirely different. It was segmented, like a crustacean, with a fish-like fin running down its back. Its head was more reminiscent of a shark than a dragon, but still retained the distinctive horns and barbels. Its limbs were very long and thin, almost like the jointed forelimbs of a shrimp. But despite these differences, Titanosaurus sniffed the creature once again, and still his nose detected no lies; its scent remained exactly identical to the revered God of Mu. It was Manda.

And he was dead.

Titanosaurus looked around, inhaling the water as he scented the area, and his eyes spotted what he was looking for. And it too, shocked him to his core: another Manda. And its scent, like the first corpse, was identical to the Manda he knew--and it too, was dead. He looked around, and his eyes spotted a third, horribly maimed Manda floating lifelessly in the clouds of crimson, its lifeblood mixing with the red dust that permeated the water.

Titanosaurus didn’t know what kind of warped graveyard he had stumbled upon. This place was insane, it made zero sense whatsoever. Manda was in three places at once, looked completely different than his usual self, and was dead in all three forms. Something that shouldn’t be possible, shouldn’t exist… … …existed right before his very eyes. It was all too much for his animalistic mind to comprehend, intelligent as he was. He didn’t even know if he would be able to stay here any longer, lest these existing impossibilities drive him insane… … …

A new scent entered his nasal passage.

And this one, too, was familiar--but in a completely different manner. This scent sent entirely different memories flashing through his mind; memories of pain, possession, and agonizing defeat. At the hands of a dinosaurian giant somewhat like himself, with a breath of searing heat… … …

Titanosaurus froze, startled and spooked alike. Could it be? He was here?!

As if to accommodate his thoughts, he heard a sound echo through the water. Like the growling of some fearsome leviathan, but at a pitch he recognized all too well. Titanosaurus growled with frustration and changed direction, beginning to swim towards the nearest spot of land that he knew to be not very far away. He was in no mood to get in a fight today, especially with the same creature that beat him so many years ago. But as he swam onward, the scent of his long-ago rival never wavered or disappeared; in fact, ever so slightly, it seemed to be getting stronger. As if his old rival was on his trail.

As if Titanosaurus were being followed… … …
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ShinGojira14 wrote: Tue Aug 03, 2021 9:37 am
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Dinosaurian jaws expelled a cloud of bubbles through the oceanic void, a warbling vocalization echoing into the water. A powerful orange body swam with beautifully fluid efficiency that contrasted with its colossal bulk, yellow eyes gazing ahead with an ancient intensity. A great tail undulated from side to side like that of a great crocodile, powering the huge body forward at speeds that outclassed any and all of the fastest constructs of humankind. With eyesight that rivaled the most efficient predators on Planet Earth, Titanosaurus looked to and fro as he searched for something living amidst the ocean he called home, but so far he sensed nothing. The aquatic dinosaur had no idea why, but these parts of the ocean were significantly different from what he had grown up with all his life. One key attribute--and one key attribute alone--stuck out like a crushed thumb blackened by purple bruising.

The water was blood red.

Titanosaurus couldn’t comprehend why such a sudden change had occurred, or what these strange particles that painted the water this color were. What was this strange crimson that mixed with the water to bathe it in this shade? It wasn’t blood; he knew the scent of blood, and none of it was present here. So what was it? And why here? Why had such a change occurred here of all places?

The dinosaur kept swimming, his eyes peeled for any standout differences in the scarlet void, his nasal region emitting active sonar to navigate his way through the red. As he swam on, Titanosaurus did catch a few signatures far up ahead, but they were too large to be fish or whales. But there was something else mixed in here with these detections, something he wasn’t sure how to react to. Normally when he detected the presence of anything larger than a whale, the oceanic saurian would prepare himself for the possibility of territorial conflict. But these scents had a sense of strange familiarity to them--they seemed to belong to something he had encountered before. But there was one hitch that caught him off-guard:

They both were identical, as if there were two versions of the same individual in one place.

Titanosaurus would’ve shaken his head had his mind possessed the notion to do so. No, that couldn’t be correct! How could something or someone be in two places at once?

Powering his tail, the aquatic theropod began to boost his swimming speeds. Equal mixes extreme curiosity and a little bit of anxiety powered him forth at higher velocity than normal. The dinosaur needed to get a visual on these duplicate scents as quickly as possible. The red around him actually seemed to partially part as he swam, as if the red were not the water itself, but some kind of dust or cluster of microorganisms that simply made it look as if it had shifted the water’s color. But that mattered not; Titanosaurus was gaining on the sources of the duplicate scents. Faster he swam, like an organic torpedo building towards the speed of sound, the strange crimson powder whipping in clouds as he sped through them. As he flew through the water, he noticed that the red dust was beginning to clear ever so slightly, providing a better view of the scenery around him. And that’s when he saw… … …

Seaweed-green flesh seemed to shine like a beacon amidst the clouds of red, weaved in a lengthy, recognizably serpentine body. Floating motionlessly amidst the red water, clouds of more crimson poured from huge, gaping wounds in the creature’s body--and this time, Titanosaurus, smelled the blood before he even saw it. But it was not the blood that shocked him out of his mind; it was the sight of the creature itself, and its initial physical outline.

Manda?!

Titanosaurus drew closer, and that was when his mind was assailed with a whole avalanche of confusion. For one, the scent of the creature was exactly identical to the Dragon God of Mu that he remembered--but such had to be impossible, because its actual appearance was almost entirely different. It was segmented, like a crustacean, with a fish-like fin running down its back. Its head was more reminiscent of a shark than a dragon, but still retained the distinctive horns and barbels. Its limbs were very long and thin, almost like the jointed forelimbs of a shrimp. But despite these differences, Titanosaurus sniffed the creature once again, and still his nose detected no lies; its scent remained exactly identical to the revered God of Mu. It was Manda.

And he was dead.

Titanosaurus looked around, inhaling the water as he scented the area, and his eyes spotted what he was looking for. And it too, shocked him to his core: another Manda. And its scent, like the first corpse, was identical to the Manda he knew--and it too, was dead. He looked around, and his eyes spotted a third, horribly maimed Manda floating lifelessly in the clouds of crimson, its lifeblood mixing with the red dust that permeated the water.

Titanosaurus didn’t know what kind of warped graveyard he had stumbled upon. This place was insane, it made zero sense whatsoever. Manda was in three places at once, looked completely different than his usual self, and was dead in all three forms. Something that shouldn’t be possible, shouldn’t exist… … …existed right before his very eyes. It was all too much for his animalistic mind to comprehend, intelligent as he was. He didn’t even know if he would be able to stay here any longer, lest these existing impossibilities drive him insane… … …

A new scent entered his nasal passage.

And this one, too, was familiar--but in a completely different manner. This scent sent entirely different memories flashing through his mind; memories of pain, possession, and agonizing defeat. At the hands of a dinosaurian giant somewhat like himself, with a breath of searing heat… … …

Titanosaurus froze, startled and spooked alike. Could it be? He was here?!

As if to accommodate his thoughts, he heard a sound echo through the water. Like the growling of some fearsome leviathan, but at a pitch he recognized all too well. Titanosaurus growled with frustration and changed direction, beginning to swim towards the nearest spot of land that he knew to be not very far away. He was in no mood to get in a fight today, especially with the same creature that beat him so many years ago. But as he swam onward, the scent of his long-ago rival never wavered or disappeared; in fact, ever so slightly, it seemed to be getting stronger. As if his old rival was on his trail.

As if Titanosaurus were being followed… … …
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ShinGojira14 wrote: Tue Aug 03, 2021 9:37 am
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Dinosaurian jaws expelled a cloud of bubbles through the oceanic void, a warbling vocalization echoing into the water. A powerful orange body swam with beautifully fluid efficiency that contrasted with its colossal bulk, yellow eyes gazing ahead with an ancient intensity. A great tail undulated from side to side like that of a great crocodile, powering the huge body forward at speeds that outclassed any and all of the fastest constructs of humankind. With eyesight that rivaled the most efficient predators on Planet Earth, Titanosaurus looked to and fro as he searched for something living amidst the ocean he called home, but so far he sensed nothing. The aquatic dinosaur had no idea why, but these parts of the ocean were significantly different from what he had grown up with all his life. One key attribute--and one key attribute alone--stuck out like a crushed thumb blackened by purple bruising.

The water was blood red.

Titanosaurus couldn’t comprehend why such a sudden change had occurred, or what these strange particles that painted the water this color were. What was this strange crimson that mixed with the water to bathe it in this shade? It wasn’t blood; he knew the scent of blood, and none of it was present here. So what was it? And why here? Why had such a change occurred here of all places?

The dinosaur kept swimming, his eyes peeled for any standout differences in the scarlet void, his nasal region emitting active sonar to navigate his way through the red. As he swam on, Titanosaurus did catch a few signatures far up ahead, but they were too large to be fish or whales. But there was something else mixed in here with these detections, something he wasn’t sure how to react to. Normally when he detected the presence of anything larger than a whale, the oceanic saurian would prepare himself for the possibility of territorial conflict. But these scents had a sense of strange familiarity to them--they seemed to belong to something he had encountered before. But there was one hitch that caught him off-guard:

They both were identical, as if there were two versions of the same individual in one place.

Titanosaurus would’ve shaken his head had his mind possessed the notion to do so. No, that couldn’t be correct! How could something or someone be in two places at once?

Powering his tail, the aquatic theropod began to boost his swimming speeds. Equal mixes extreme curiosity and a little bit of anxiety powered him forth at higher velocity than normal. The dinosaur needed to get a visual on these duplicate scents as quickly as possible. The red around him actually seemed to partially part as he swam, as if the red were not the water itself, but some kind of dust or cluster of microorganisms that simply made it look as if it had shifted the water’s color. But that mattered not; Titanosaurus was gaining on the sources of the duplicate scents. Faster he swam, like an organic torpedo building towards the speed of sound, the strange crimson powder whipping in clouds as he sped through them. As he flew through the water, he noticed that the red dust was beginning to clear ever so slightly, providing a better view of the scenery around him. And that’s when he saw… … …

Seaweed-green flesh seemed to shine like a beacon amidst the clouds of red, weaved in a lengthy, recognizably serpentine body. Floating motionlessly amidst the red water, clouds of more crimson poured from huge, gaping wounds in the creature’s body--and this time, Titanosaurus, smelled the blood before he even saw it. But it was not the blood that shocked him out of his mind; it was the sight of the creature itself, and its initial physical outline.

Manda?!

Titanosaurus drew closer, and that was when his mind was assailed with a whole avalanche of confusion. For one, the scent of the creature was exactly identical to the Dragon God of Mu that he remembered--but such had to be impossible, because its actual appearance was almost entirely different. It was segmented, like a crustacean, with a fish-like fin running down its back. Its head was more reminiscent of a shark than a dragon, but still retained the distinctive horns and barbels. Its limbs were very long and thin, almost like the jointed forelimbs of a shrimp. But despite these differences, Titanosaurus sniffed the creature once again, and still his nose detected no lies; its scent remained exactly identical to the revered God of Mu. It was Manda.

And he was dead.

Titanosaurus looked around, inhaling the water as he scented the area, and his eyes spotted what he was looking for. And it too, shocked him to his core: another Manda. And its scent, like the first corpse, was identical to the Manda he knew--and it too, was dead. He looked around, and his eyes spotted a third, horribly maimed Manda floating lifelessly in the clouds of crimson, its lifeblood mixing with the red dust that permeated the water.

Titanosaurus didn’t know what kind of warped graveyard he had stumbled upon. This place was insane, it made zero sense whatsoever. Manda was in three places at once, looked completely different than his usual self, and was dead in all three forms. Something that shouldn’t be possible, shouldn’t exist… … …existed right before his very eyes. It was all too much for his animalistic mind to comprehend, intelligent as he was. He didn’t even know if he would be able to stay here any longer, lest these existing impossibilities drive him insane… … …

A new scent entered his nasal passage.

And this one, too, was familiar--but in a completely different manner. This scent sent entirely different memories flashing through his mind; memories of pain, possession, and agonizing defeat. At the hands of a dinosaurian giant somewhat like himself, with a breath of searing heat… … …

Titanosaurus froze, startled and spooked alike. Could it be? He was here?!

As if to accommodate his thoughts, he heard a sound echo through the water. Like the growling of some fearsome leviathan, but at a pitch he recognized all too well. Titanosaurus growled with frustration and changed direction, beginning to swim towards the nearest spot of land that he knew to be not very far away. He was in no mood to get in a fight today, especially with the same creature that beat him so many years ago. But as he swam onward, the scent of his long-ago rival never wavered or disappeared; in fact, ever so slightly, it seemed to be getting stronger. As if his old rival was on his trail.

As if Titanosaurus were being followed… … …
Greatly looking forward to reading this one. Love how freaked out Titano is here.
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ShinGojira14 wrote: Tue Aug 03, 2021 9:37 am
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Dinosaurian jaws expelled a cloud of bubbles through the oceanic void, a warbling vocalization echoing into the water. A powerful orange body swam with beautifully fluid efficiency that contrasted with its colossal bulk, yellow eyes gazing ahead with an ancient intensity. A great tail undulated from side to side like that of a great crocodile, powering the huge body forward at speeds that outclassed any and all of the fastest constructs of humankind. With eyesight that rivaled the most efficient predators on Planet Earth, Titanosaurus looked to and fro as he searched for something living amidst the ocean he called home, but so far he sensed nothing. The aquatic dinosaur had no idea why, but these parts of the ocean were significantly different from what he had grown up with all his life. One key attribute--and one key attribute alone--stuck out like a crushed thumb blackened by purple bruising.

The water was blood red.

Titanosaurus couldn’t comprehend why such a sudden change had occurred, or what these strange particles that painted the water this color were. What was this strange crimson that mixed with the water to bathe it in this shade? It wasn’t blood; he knew the scent of blood, and none of it was present here. So what was it? And why here? Why had such a change occurred here of all places?

The dinosaur kept swimming, his eyes peeled for any standout differences in the scarlet void, his nasal region emitting active sonar to navigate his way through the red. As he swam on, Titanosaurus did catch a few signatures far up ahead, but they were too large to be fish or whales. But there was something else mixed in here with these detections, something he wasn’t sure how to react to. Normally when he detected the presence of anything larger than a whale, the oceanic saurian would prepare himself for the possibility of territorial conflict. But these scents had a sense of strange familiarity to them--they seemed to belong to something he had encountered before. But there was one hitch that caught him off-guard:

They both were identical, as if there were two versions of the same individual in one place.

Titanosaurus would’ve shaken his head had his mind possessed the notion to do so. No, that couldn’t be correct! How could something or someone be in two places at once?

Powering his tail, the aquatic theropod began to boost his swimming speeds. Equal mixes extreme curiosity and a little bit of anxiety powered him forth at higher velocity than normal. The dinosaur needed to get a visual on these duplicate scents as quickly as possible. The red around him actually seemed to partially part as he swam, as if the red were not the water itself, but some kind of dust or cluster of microorganisms that simply made it look as if it had shifted the water’s color. But that mattered not; Titanosaurus was gaining on the sources of the duplicate scents. Faster he swam, like an organic torpedo building towards the speed of sound, the strange crimson powder whipping in clouds as he sped through them. As he flew through the water, he noticed that the red dust was beginning to clear ever so slightly, providing a better view of the scenery around him. And that’s when he saw… … …

Seaweed-green flesh seemed to shine like a beacon amidst the clouds of red, weaved in a lengthy, recognizably serpentine body. Floating motionlessly amidst the red water, clouds of more crimson poured from huge, gaping wounds in the creature’s body--and this time, Titanosaurus, smelled the blood before he even saw it. But it was not the blood that shocked him out of his mind; it was the sight of the creature itself, and its initial physical outline.

Manda?!

Titanosaurus drew closer, and that was when his mind was assailed with a whole avalanche of confusion. For one, the scent of the creature was exactly identical to the Dragon God of Mu that he remembered--but such had to be impossible, because its actual appearance was almost entirely different. It was segmented, like a crustacean, with a fish-like fin running down its back. Its head was more reminiscent of a shark than a dragon, but still retained the distinctive horns and barbels. Its limbs were very long and thin, almost like the jointed forelimbs of a shrimp. But despite these differences, Titanosaurus sniffed the creature once again, and still his nose detected no lies; its scent remained exactly identical to the revered God of Mu. It was Manda.

And he was dead.

Titanosaurus looked around, inhaling the water as he scented the area, and his eyes spotted what he was looking for. And it too, shocked him to his core: another Manda. And its scent, like the first corpse, was identical to the Manda he knew--and it too, was dead. He looked around, and his eyes spotted a third, horribly maimed Manda floating lifelessly in the clouds of crimson, its lifeblood mixing with the red dust that permeated the water.

Titanosaurus didn’t know what kind of warped graveyard he had stumbled upon. This place was insane, it made zero sense whatsoever. Manda was in three places at once, looked completely different than his usual self, and was dead in all three forms. Something that shouldn’t be possible, shouldn’t exist… … …existed right before his very eyes. It was all too much for his animalistic mind to comprehend, intelligent as he was. He didn’t even know if he would be able to stay here any longer, lest these existing impossibilities drive him insane… … …

A new scent entered his nasal passage.

And this one, too, was familiar--but in a completely different manner. This scent sent entirely different memories flashing through his mind; memories of pain, possession, and agonizing defeat. At the hands of a dinosaurian giant somewhat like himself, with a breath of searing heat… … …

Titanosaurus froze, startled and spooked alike. Could it be? He was here?!

As if to accommodate his thoughts, he heard a sound echo through the water. Like the growling of some fearsome leviathan, but at a pitch he recognized all too well. Titanosaurus growled with frustration and changed direction, beginning to swim towards the nearest spot of land that he knew to be not very far away. He was in no mood to get in a fight today, especially with the same creature that beat him so many years ago. But as he swam onward, the scent of his long-ago rival never wavered or disappeared; in fact, ever so slightly, it seemed to be getting stronger. As if his old rival was on his trail.

As if Titanosaurus were being followed… … …
I really love how you made the Singular Point kaiju sound so unnatural and eldritch in a sense.
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Are Varan and Gorosaurus in this too? ;)
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Antarctica, 12,300 years ago..

The pure white sheets of snow and ice were starting to be painted red, turning an ever so lighter shade as more snow kept showering down across the land. What had started as a simple hunt for one of the arctic land’s many creatures, had ended up becoming an absolute brawl that had turned two of the Earth’s largest, and most powerful animals against each other, in what would be a start of a conflict that would wind up continuing for eons to come.

One of the combatants landed roughly on the ice, looking around for it’s foe. Massive spikes jutted out of it’s back, skin scaly and orange in color. With glowing golden eyes, they peered out across the grayish darkness that the storm had caused. But even his keen vision couldn’t locate his opponent, who had seemingly disappeared underneath the ice lake. Matter of fact, the only sign either of them were here at all was the rather massive hole far to his north. The place where both of them had crashed down, and where he had flown out of.

Suddenly, he heard a noise to his right. Both of his ears, hidden behind massive, spikey fins, began to pinpoint the noise of the water moving below him. He was coming..

The ice had suddenly burst open, revealing the reptile’s opponent. With a giant roar, it tried snapping at him with it’s massive tusk, but it’s prey had glided away with it’s massive membranes at the last minute, landing a safe distance away. The four legged enemy growled in response. Despite it’s almost uncanny resemblance to a walrus, it too, was a gigantic reptile, scales overlapping with the brown colored blubber. It’s glowing green eyes could strike fear into almost any other smaller enemy, but the thing standing before him stood more defiant than the rest. And for that, it would pay for it with it’s own life.

The flying reptile was a Varanopode, nicknamed the Varan, and the more walrus esc. Reptile was given the name of Maguma throughout history. Both were playing a part of the transition between the end of the dinosaur’s, and the ever ongoing Ice Age. Maguma and the rest of his species had evolved in such a way that they had perfectly mimicked the mammals that had taken the reptile’s place at the top of the food chain, leading to their very walrus like- appearance. Varan and his kin, on the other hand, were part of a much older species. One of the last remaining dinosaurs that had managed to bypass the K-T Extinction event, he and his kind still continued to roam the Earth, but with most of his companions continuing to hibernate throughout the Ice Age in order to survive. Only so many of the Varanopode’s were brave, or perhaps foolish, to continue their lives awake and hunting; and Varan himself was one of them.

And he wasn’t planning to lose his own life, not to this blubbery lowlife!

With a violin sounding cry, his membrane’s reared up again, and he glided right at Maguma. The finned reptile had no chance of dodging the faster beast in time, and he quickly found his sides being rapidly dug into by his enemy’s claws, and then picked up in the air by the sheer force Varan had brought out. He yelped as he saw the ground vanish from beneath him, and become smaller as the flying dinosaur continued to carry him higher up.

Pushing his weight around wildly, Maguma tried to make Varan let him go, eventually causing him to fly out of the straight line he was in, and wound up crashing into a glacier. As both reptile’s slammed through the giant rock of ice, they skidded across a hill, before finally stopping again. Getting up, Maguma wildly shook his head in order to get rid of the daze that continued to cloud his mind, but he couldn’t get rid of it enough before Varan came over again and slammed his claws into the walrus-reptile’s face. Green eyes widened as he felt blood beginning to soak from his cheek, his flipper suddenly rammed into Varan’s snout and caused the triphibious monster to back off.

Unbeknownst to both monsters though, their weight was too much for such a rather small hill to handle. The foundation was already beginning to crack, pieces of it already falling apart…

By the time Varan recovered, Maguma was ready for him. Head tilted down, the four legged monster suddenly rammed into the spiked dinosaur’s gut, knocking the wind out of him and curdling him back. Varan bumped into another glacier, shaking the foundation even more than it already was, but both still failed to notice. Varan’s arm’s suddenly locked over Maguma’s neck again, then forcefully slammed him down onto the snow.

Suddenly, the glacier groaned as it finally started to give way. Maguma looked down, and his eye’s suddenly widened with shock and terror. He needed to get out of here! But at the same time, he realized Varan wouldn’t let him have his way. And he was proven correct the moment Varan slammed his shoulder into his side, feeling a piece of his bone almost ruptur as it happened.

As the continued eruption of ice began to accelerate in speed, Varan suddenly picked up Maguma by a flipper, tossing him into the air and lazily tossing him back down with a hard slam against the ice. He chuckled seeing the reptile walrus cry out like a toddler.. But quickly stopped when he finally realized that the place he was standing on was finally crumbling into pebbles. No matter though, he would simply fly out of the predicament. What could Maguma possibly do?

Seeing what could have very well been his inevitable doom loudly coming towards him, Maguma turned back to Varan. The massive dinosaur’s gliders unfurled, and he was already lifting off into the air, planning to leave Antarctica and never turn back, satisfied that he had bested an individual of what was supposedly the “superior species”.

Not today he wouldn’t!

Leaping off of whatever ground was left, Maguma bit down hard on Varan’s tail, causing the triphibious monster to cry out. A Maguma continued to tug, everything else disappeared into the Earth, sending both monsters falling into the deep. The sheer, combined weight of both of them had them full on slam through the bottom of a mountain, crashing through the ground; until their long fall finally ended with both of them falling into the Antarctic tunnels, groaning in pain as everything caught up to them at once.

Just as they both started to get up though, it became clear that it wasn’t over just yet. Whatever they had ended up crashing through was starting to fall into the same hole they had, blowing in even more open as the sheer number of them continued to come down like a meteorite shower. Despite this though, both Varan and Maguma spent their last minutes continuing their epic duel, roaring out to each other one last time before they were finally buried. Everything came down on them at once, leaving both reptile’s buried under rocks, ice and snow, and it had even gotten to the point that the entire side of the mountain collapsed.

Despite all that though, both were very much still alive, but trapped in deep hibernation. Their eyes continued to glare at the other, but beyond their hearts still continuing to pump blood into their bodies, neither moved; trapped in what appeared to be a battle that would never reach its conclusion..

And it never would. Not until thousands upon thousands of years had gone by. The ice age had long since been over with, humans had evolved to a point that they had become the dominant life form on the globe.

And what was most of all, by the time their time had come to return, the biggest threat to the world at large wasn’t even from a planet that was its own.

Present Day

“Cold. Cold. Cold..”

It was a madness mantra that kept coming out of the humanoid girl. Pink hair that took the form of a bob cut was being covered by her hat, and her orange eye’s wre being guided by her flashlight in order to make her way through the dark tunnels of Antarctica.

Haruko Haruhara may have looked human, but in reality, she didn’t even hail from the same galaxy as the human race had. Oddly enough though, this was the planet that for whatever reason, she always found herself being thrown into, finding herself here three times in a row, although she sure hadn’t gone to the Earth’s freezing south before.

Mechanical Mechanica. Two words that made her blood boil, even when she felt like she was freezing to death. They had sent her fleeing into the darkness of the Arctic, too outnumbered to hold much of a fighting chance against them. She held her guitar tight in her hands, pieces of the blue instrument/weapon busted, but not beyond repair.

She looked around her surroundings. Truth be told, she was lost. It had gotten her away from the Mechanica’s forces sure, but there were so many ways to go, she wasn’t really even too sure which way could get her to a way out.

“Alright, just keep calm Rahura,” She said. “As long as you do that, you’ll eventually find your way out of here, get back to the surface, and get back at all those robot loving freaks- WOAH.”

Too busy talking to herself, she almost didn’t realize the path she was about to take didn’t have a direct path. Rather, it just had a massive leap downward. If she still had her Vespa with her, she could’ve just rode down the hill.. Not like it seemed that the fall would’ve given her much in the way of damage though. Shrugging, she simply leapt down.

Landing on her knees and fist, Haruko quickly dusted herself off and kept going. Closest thing she could see up ahead was what appeared to be a massive chunk of ice, along with a bunch of pieces of rock and ice next to it. It didn’t appear like it was a natural formation, and more like something collapsed here a while ago.

Though she did notice something appeared a bit… off. There appeared to be a giant shape on the side of it, brown in color. It didn’t even look much like a rock either, but rather seemed to have a different texture to it, almost blubbery.

Curiosity peaked, she got closer to it, moving to the side. As she did, she got an even better look at whatever it was. Then she started to realize there was something almost directly above it. Compared to the more blubbery texture of the first shape though, this one looked more scaly in texture, and she caught the eye of something that even looked like a four-fingered claw. She moved to her left one more time to finally see what they were in full..

And her breath was instantly taken away.

Two massive monsters, easily much bigger than herself, or any other animal she had ever seen on any world, seemingly locked in what appeared to be mortal combat, yet only able to shoot each other an everlasting glare, frozen solid in the hulking mass of ice. “The Mechanical Mechanica could only wish they could’ve made weapons that big!” She thought.

And then, almost as if a lightbulb had gone off in the extraterrestrial’s head with that thought, a devilish smirk crept across Haruko’s face. And if it went well, she might have found a way to rid her of her arch-nemesis once and for all!

Unaware of the history both reptilian monsters shared, however, she wasn’t aware of what madness she was really about to cause..
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Gigantis wrote: Sun Aug 08, 2021 6:38 pm And now, a side project!
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Antarctica, 12,300 years ago..

The pure white sheets of snow and ice were starting to be painted red, turning an ever so lighter shade as more snow kept showering down across the land. What had started as a simple hunt for one of the arctic land’s many creatures, had ended up becoming an absolute brawl that had turned two of the Earth’s largest, and most powerful animals against each other, in what would be a start of a conflict that would wind up continuing for eons to come.

One of the combatants landed roughly on the ice, looking around for it’s foe. Massive spikes jutted out of it’s back, skin scaly and orange in color. With glowing golden eyes, they peered out across the grayish darkness that the storm had caused. But even his keen vision couldn’t locate his opponent, who had seemingly disappeared underneath the ice lake. Matter of fact, the only sign either of them were here at all was the rather massive hole far to his north. The place where both of them had crashed down, and where he had flown out of.

Suddenly, he heard a noise to his right. Both of his ears, hidden behind massive, spikey fins, began to pinpoint the noise of the water moving below him. He was coming..

The ice had suddenly burst open, revealing the reptile’s opponent. With a giant roar, it tried snapping at him with it’s massive tusk, but it’s prey had glided away with it’s massive membranes at the last minute, landing a safe distance away. The four legged enemy growled in response. Despite it’s almost uncanny resemblance to a walrus, it too, was a gigantic reptile, scales overlapping with the brown colored blubber. It’s glowing green eyes could strike fear into almost any other smaller enemy, but the thing standing before him stood more defiant than the rest. And for that, it would pay for it with it’s own life.

The flying reptile was a Varanopode, nicknamed the Varan, and the more walrus esc. Reptile was given the name of Maguma throughout history. Both were playing a part of the transition between the end of the dinosaur’s, and the ever ongoing Ice Age. Maguma and the rest of his species had evolved in such a way that they had perfectly mimicked the mammals that had taken the reptile’s place at the top of the food chain, leading to their very walrus like- appearance. Varan and his kin, on the other hand, were part of a much older species. One of the last remaining dinosaurs that had managed to bypass the K-T Extinction event, he and his kind still continued to roam the Earth, but with most of his companions continuing to hibernate throughout the Ice Age in order to survive. Only so many of the Varanopode’s were brave, or perhaps foolish, to continue their lives awake and hunting; and Varan himself was one of them.

And he wasn’t planning to lose his own life, not to this blubbery lowlife!

With a violin sounding cry, his membrane’s reared up again, and he glided right at Maguma. The finned reptile had no chance of dodging the faster beast in time, and he quickly found his sides being rapidly dug into by his enemy’s claws, and then picked up in the air by the sheer force Varan had brought out. He yelped as he saw the ground vanish from beneath him, and become smaller as the flying dinosaur continued to carry him higher up.

Pushing his weight around wildly, Maguma tried to make Varan let him go, eventually causing him to fly out of the straight line he was in, and wound up crashing into a glacier. As both reptile’s slammed through the giant rock of ice, they skidded across a hill, before finally stopping again. Getting up, Maguma wildly shook his head in order to get rid of the daze that continued to cloud his mind, but he couldn’t get rid of it enough before Varan came over again and slammed his claws into the walrus-reptile’s face. Green eyes widened as he felt blood beginning to soak from his cheek, his flipper suddenly rammed into Varan’s snout and caused the triphibious monster to back off.

Unbeknownst to both monsters though, their weight was too much for such a rather small hill to handle. The foundation was already beginning to crack, pieces of it already falling apart…

By the time Varan recovered, Maguma was ready for him. Head tilted down, the four legged monster suddenly rammed into the spiked dinosaur’s gut, knocking the wind out of him and curdling him back. Varan bumped into another glacier, shaking the foundation even more than it already was, but both still failed to notice. Varan’s arm’s suddenly locked over Maguma’s neck again, then forcefully slammed him down onto the snow.

Suddenly, the glacier groaned as it finally started to give way. Maguma looked down, and his eye’s suddenly widened with shock and terror. He needed to get out of here! But at the same time, he realized Varan wouldn’t let him have his way. And he was proven correct the moment Varan slammed his shoulder into his side, feeling a piece of his bone almost ruptur as it happened.

As the continued eruption of ice began to accelerate in speed, Varan suddenly picked up Maguma by a flipper, tossing him into the air and lazily tossing him back down with a hard slam against the ice. He chuckled seeing the reptile walrus cry out like a toddler.. But quickly stopped when he finally realized that the place he was standing on was finally crumbling into pebbles. No matter though, he would simply fly out of the predicament. What could Maguma possibly do?

Seeing what could have very well been his inevitable doom loudly coming towards him, Maguma turned back to Varan. The massive dinosaur’s gliders unfurled, and he was already lifting off into the air, planning to leave Antarctica and never turn back, satisfied that he had bested an individual of what was supposedly the “superior species”.

Not today he wouldn’t!

Leaping off of whatever ground was left, Maguma bit down hard on Varan’s tail, causing the triphibious monster to cry out. A Maguma continued to tug, everything else disappeared into the Earth, sending both monsters falling into the deep. The sheer, combined weight of both of them had them full on slam through the bottom of a mountain, crashing through the ground; until their long fall finally ended with both of them falling into the Antarctic tunnels, groaning in pain as everything caught up to them at once.

Just as they both started to get up though, it became clear that it wasn’t over just yet. Whatever they had ended up crashing through was starting to fall into the same hole they had, blowing in even more open as the sheer number of them continued to come down like a meteorite shower. Despite this though, both Varan and Maguma spent their last minutes continuing their epic duel, roaring out to each other one last time before they were finally buried. Everything came down on them at once, leaving both reptile’s buried under rocks, ice and snow, and it had even gotten to the point that the entire side of the mountain collapsed.

Despite all that though, both were very much still alive, but trapped in deep hibernation. Their eyes continued to glare at the other, but beyond their hearts still continuing to pump blood into their bodies, neither moved; trapped in what appeared to be a battle that would never reach its conclusion..

And it never would. Not until thousands upon thousands of years had gone by. The ice age had long since been over with, humans had evolved to a point that they had become the dominant life form on the globe.

And what was most of all, by the time their time had come to return, the biggest threat to the world at large wasn’t even from a planet that was its own.

Present Day

“Cold. Cold. Cold..”

It was a madness mantra that kept coming out of the humanoid girl. Pink hair that took the form of a bob cut was being covered by her hat, and her orange eye’s wre being guided by her flashlight in order to make her way through the dark tunnels of Antarctica.

Haruko Haruhara may have looked human, but in reality, she didn’t even hail from the same galaxy as the human race had. Oddly enough though, this was the planet that for whatever reason, she always found herself being thrown into, finding herself here three times in a row, although she sure hadn’t gone to the Earth’s freezing south before.

Mechanical Mechanica. Two words that made her blood boil, even when she felt like she was freezing to death. They had sent her fleeing into the darkness of the Arctic, too outnumbered to hold much of a fighting chance against them. She held her guitar tight in her hands, pieces of the blue instrument/weapon busted, but not beyond repair.

She looked around her surroundings. Truth be told, she was lost. It had gotten her away from the Mechanica’s forces sure, but there were so many ways to go, she wasn’t really even too sure which way could get her to a way out.

“Alright, just keep calm Rahura,” She said. “As long as you do that, you’ll eventually find your way out of here, get back to the surface, and get back at all those robot loving freaks- WOAH.”

Too busy talking to herself, she almost didn’t realize the path she was about to take didn’t have a direct path. Rather, it just had a massive leap downward. If she still had her Vespa with her, she could’ve just rode down the hill.. Not like it seemed that the fall would’ve given her much in the way of damage though. Shrugging, she simply leapt down.

Landing on her knees and fist, Haruko quickly dusted herself off and kept going. Closest thing she could see up ahead was what appeared to be a massive chunk of ice, along with a bunch of pieces of rock and ice next to it. It didn’t appear like it was a natural formation, and more like something collapsed here a while ago.

Though she did notice something appeared a bit… off. There appeared to be a giant shape on the side of it, brown in color. It didn’t even look much like a rock either, but rather seemed to have a different texture to it, almost blubbery.

Curiosity peaked, she got closer to it, moving to the side. As she did, she got an even better look at whatever it was. Then she started to realize there was something almost directly above it. Compared to the more blubbery texture of the first shape though, this one looked more scaly in texture, and she caught the eye of something that even looked like a four-fingered claw. She moved to her left one more time to finally see what they were in full..

And her breath was instantly taken away.

Two massive monsters, easily much bigger than herself, or any other animal she had ever seen on any world, seemingly locked in what appeared to be mortal combat, yet only able to shoot each other an everlasting glare, frozen solid in the hulking mass of ice. “The Mechanical Mechanica could only wish they could’ve made weapons that big!” She thought.

And then, almost as if a lightbulb had gone off in the extraterrestrial’s head with that thought, a devilish smirk crept across Haruko’s face. And if it went well, she might have found a way to rid her of her arch-nemesis once and for all!

Unaware of the history both reptilian monsters shared, however, she wasn’t aware of what madness she was really about to cause..
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It was a big deal when a God of Darkness was silent.

A dreaded superpower who should’ve paraded in raining death and sorrowful destruction upon the peace-craving masses of the world, a being of the purest evil who should’ve reveled in the skies turning red in honor of worlds worse than Hell itself and cities falling under the black hand of desolation; all of that and then some had occurred exactly that way before such a God’s very eyes, a sight that should’ve been everything he ever wanted in existence. To see the planet honoring his coming as a herald to the end times, to see the start of all that existed in the world beginning to crumble. To crush all before his heel, to send even the most passionate prayers for light to triumph over darkness into the pits of oblivion, to see the total and prolonged annihilation of all that was good, to see all in the world tremble. This to a prophesied God of Darkness should’ve been the crown jewel in life above any existence had to offer--and such a sight was exactly what his glowing red eyes beheld before him. Such a sight should’ve given him indescribable joy.

Be that as it may, the sight before his wicked eyes left Bagan entirely speechless.

Not just the skies, but the entire landscape of Miami Florida was redder than the most freshly-shed blood. A thick haze of strange, scarlet dust had overtaken just about the entirety of the city and blotted out the heavens, like the plumes of some kind of strange desert storm from another planet. Even the largest skyscrapers in the distance were all but hidden from view by the festering clouds of crimson vapor. Hundreds of screeching cries echoed across the blood-red sky, their sources soaring the winds on leather wings the size of school buses. Masses of pterosaur-like creatures flew about the hellish landscape like demons from the pits of The Other Place, each one bearing a familiar appearance of twin horns topping their pointed skulls. Bagan made no sound nor motion as these “Rodans” soared above him, filling the auditory field with their prehistoric cackles to add to the biblical scenery. None of them made any move to fly towards or attack the colossal silver dragon who stood watching them, and this puzzled Bagan. Did they know of the monolith’s power or reputation, and thus seek to give him a wide berth out of fear? Or did they simply not care enough to bat an eye at his presence?

Bagan couldn’t tell. The thought of the latter being true would’ve normally enraged the dragon, and he would’ve been glad to churn his hellish energies and blast the winged reptiles all out of the sky had he not been so shocked out of his mind by the scenery before him. After minutes of merely standing there, staring and taking in the chilling sight around him, Bagan finally moved; the demonic god looked from left to right, seemingly in a vain attempt to locate anything in the vicinity around him. Were there others in this city? Had something else already passed by, and left this strange citywide plume behind as an aftermath?

Even more frustratingly confusing: what in the worthless universe was causing all this calamity?!

Rearing his clawed foot off the ground, Bagan took an earthquake-inducing step forward. A small building was instantly smashed like an eggshell under his powerful heel, shards of debris and shrapnel sent flying in all directions around it; shrapnel that would’ve impaled any human beings had they been around it. But woe to Bagan’s morbid wishes of bloodshed, for there were no humans in the area to crush, destroy or torment for his wicked amusement. No fragile little insects of little beings for the massive dragon to stomp on like a sadistic bully would an ant or beetle, no pain or agony for him to inflict anywhere where he could hear masses of terrified screams as he did away with their pointless lives. No fun to be had anywhere, so strange it sounded. Too strange to be true… … …

A brief glint of a flash caught Bagan’s eye, a little bit of light reflecting off something hundreds upon hundreds of meters far into the heavens. Something was falling--and that was not all Bagan saw. The dragon’s binocular vision spotted a black crescent-like construct flying silently away as the projectile it had just dropped continued to plummet at seemingly mach speeds, leaving what seemed to not be a trace of sound behind. A stealth bomber--and it had just deployed its cargo. The brutish drake smirked, red eyes aglow with evil delight. Small flecks of electricity were beginning to course along the pointed protrusions on his back, the thought of blasting the pitiful vessel out of the sky filling his head with elation… … ...but almost as quickly as he started, he stopped. A thought had struck his brain, one that gave him reason to pause.

That jet was dropping a bomb… … ...onto what, exactly?

His eyes turning their foul gaze away from the departing stealth jet, Bagan watched as the tiny bomb continued its free-fall countdown, plunging through the air like a stone before vanishing amidst the colossal clouds of red dust. Bagan held still and listened closely, all being silent for a moment...before, ever so faintly, he heard a distant metallic kink! of impact. Bagan nodded his head by just an inch, judging exactly when the inevitable happened. And in three..two...one… … …

BOOM!

Even through the thick plumes of maroon particles, the dragon could just faintly make out the brief flash of the climactic detonation. And before long, another followed in its wake. Bagan held his position, still staring into the crimson cloud. The bombs had hit their target--and it was that entity that the God of Darkness yearned to glimpse so badly. He needed to find out exactly who or what was behind this strange, biblical scenery around him; he needed to take care of whatever rival it was that was bringing forth this armageddon that he himself had claimed first dibs on long ago… … ...

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!!

Bagan froze like an iceberg in less than a fourth of a second of that roar kicking into gear. The dragon bore no facial expressions to outwardly tell he was definitely taking into unmistakable account of what that sound meant--but he didn’t need to, for it was already blatantly clear that he had been taken entirely off-guard from that sound, to say the least. The abominable destroyer had not been expecting to be hit with THAT revelation. A full minute of the destructive deity being frozen stiff to the spot had passed before he finally began to shake with a newfound emotion, one he knew all too well and had not expected to feel so soon nor on such a passionate height: rage. Trembling slightly enough to not be fully shaking yet just enough to show off his growing fury; broiling, magma-evaporating, universe-killing rage that caused Bagan to grit his shark-like teeth so hard, dozens of them broke off as his eyes began to widen to the point of bulging out of their sockets. There was no being in the entire universe he hated more than the telltale bearer of that specific roar, no god or devil or any higher or lower power that could ever topple that one entity that had caused him so much indescribable trouble in the past.

He knew the distinct and infamous roar of the King of the Monsters more than any other sound he had ever heard in his life.

Alas, the next two seconds marked the moment when Bagan’s mind conjured up the simplest, yet most daring goal imaginable. In this moment, the armored dragon made a decision: this was it. This would be the day. He had waited years upon years, decades even, to carry out this ludicrous deed, and for reasons he wouldn’t explain even if he were capable of human speech, hearing that roar in this moment was the last straw for him. Cracking his claws and flexing his muscles in preparation to succeed where so many had failed, Bagan pawed the ground and growled menacingly before rearing his devilish head to the red skies and bellowing a howl of challenge that shook the earth like the reverberations of a god’s hammer, scattering flocks of Rodans in all directions.

Today was the day he would finally destroy Godzilla.


*****


Narrow jaws filled with rows of pointed teeth opened to bark with interest, as limbs weaved in leather wings folded to allow the creature to land upon the ground. Eyes gray as cobblestone pinpointed every feature of the abandoned street amidst the thick smog of crimson dust, a duo-horned head cocking to the side before reaching down to take a closer look at whatever objects lay scattered around the concrete. The Rodan gazed upon the fallen body of a crow, pecking it with its beak out of sheer curiosity before leaning back to wait for something to happen. The corpse didn’t move, compelling the reptilian to move forward and peck it again. As the pterosaur-like creature observed this strange deceased life form, another cry echoed from above, causing it to look up. Another Rodan landed next to a nearby streetlight, cackling to the first. Moving forward on its wings, the second Rodan lumbered towards the first, rumbling aggressively. The first Rodan cocked its head in confusion, unsure of what exactly was the trouble. But when the second Rodan reared up with wings spread and shrieked a challenge, the first took notice of the loud and clear meaning, and suddenly assumed an attack position. The second Rodan wanted that corpse for itself--something the first was not gonna play along with.

The two winged reptilians exchanged angered shrieks and cackles at one another, making mock snaps and lunges in an effort to deter the other from their sights, but neither was yielding. The Pteranodon-like creatures continued to bicker with one another over who gets to lay claim to the avian carcass, a carcass that the two verbally warring beasts weren’t even sure what to do with in the first place. As the first Rodan made another mock-charge at its rival, both of them suddenly jolted when the auditory field rattled painfully from the sheer power of a roar loud enough to quake the biggest mountains. Shrieks of surprise from the pterosaurian beasts were drowned out by the after-echoes of the thunderous roar, the buildings themselves shaking as if in terror from the demonic war cry. The Rodans had ceased their former argument entirely, now simply staring off into the non-toxic smog of crimson that coated the land for miles. Even with their spectacular vision, they couldn’t see what had just uttered such a sound or how close in proximity to them it was. The first Rodan shifted uncomfortably as an eerie silence overtook the environment, creating a tension thick enough that all it would take to break it was a little push… … …

A powerful impact tremor shook the ground with tremendous force, as if Odin had smashed his warhammer into the earth itself. The Rodans jolted yet again with fright, but this time their spines were chilled to the very core by a dreadful sense of familiarity. As if they knew who had been the cause of such a tremor.

Before any further thoughts could be put forward on the matter, a colossal foot fell into view to smash its three ivory-white talons into the concrete streets with an even stronger impact; an event of which finally made the Rodans spread their wings and take flight with loud cries, both abandoning any and all interest in their former object of interest as they both came to the same conclusion: screw it. As the winged beasts took to the archetype-ridden skies, another tri-clawed foot reared into view to stomp upon the streets of humanity’s making, giving way to a massive shadow that loomed within the sheets of vaporous red. The shadow slowly lumbered down the street with a heavy gait, the planet shaking in terror with every thunderclap of a footfall. Towering upright nearly three hundred feet in its full height, the monstrous outline would’ve stunned even the bravest veterans silent had they been present to witness such an unfathomable sight.

The giant made all before him tremble not just as he moved, but as he merely existed. The orderly chaos that made up the fabric of this universe was changing little by little simply by his very being there. This universe was rejecting any acceptance of his existence and was falling into other forms of chaos unknown to this fabric. Things that this particular universe allowed not to exist were existing wherever he went, his mere presence shedding interdimensional material that gave birth to new laws of reality and physics alike, the trail he left behind terraforming the environment around him into new, exotic shapes and sizes. The makeup of this reality was warping and shifting out of control, so long as his taloned feet remained planted upon the very earth and his skin exposed to the air.

The Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse echoed a low rumble as he continued to move his chaotic existence forward, the earth trembling under his clawed heel yet again. The black reptilian bore no smile of joy as he traversed the land; he displayed no signs of glee or reveling in the collapse of reality occurring around his very being. Inhaling through his great nostrils, the beast snorted a deep sigh. He didn’t really pay any deep thought to how any of this worked--or better yet, why. It just was. Merely by existing in this specific reality, he was now an agent of chaos. He didn’t make the rules, plan anything out, he didn’t think or utilize his chaotic presence, he just… … ...did. And just him doing was all it took for the fabric of this plane’s being to throw an interdimensional temper tantrum. But in the end, the goliath simply just accepted it. He had zero control over the fact that this world’s physics couldn’t make up their damn minds about his existence, and he had no choice but to just go along with it. There was nothing he could do to stop any of it; in this world he was the bringer of armageddon, and that was just it. It was just the way things were.

The beast took another step forward. He had heard the thundering vocalization up ahead, not knowing its source but recognizing its meaning and intent without fault. He could’ve heard the obvious howl of challenge even from miles and miles away, and he still would’ve done what he did right now, what his instincts compelled him to do. Aside from moving around and searching hopelessly for something his gut told him he was unlikely to ever find, he had nothing else to do. So, he moved towards it, eyes staring mightily into the rose-colored haze of his body’s own making. The beast moved forward to answer it, to meet this unknown threat head-on.

He accepted the challenge.

The giant lumbered in the direction of the bellowing ultimatum, casting all before him in the shadow of a colossus.


*****


Rarely had the abomination known as Bagan been one to play the waiting game. If anything, it should’ve been all who stood to oppose him that should’ve been the ones to stand and wait. Wait for him to slowly make his way from the desolate hellscapes of his making to appear before their very eyes, and mark his arrival with his ear-splitting howl to begin the final battle of good vs evil. To wait for him to bring about the apocalypse. But, through some twist of fate that should not be, here he was in their place. Waiting for his most hated rival to show himself from the red smoke that shadowed Miami like a fog from Tartaurus. How honestly silly it all was.

And it pissed him off so much it was legitimately funny.

Bagan gritted his regrown teeth, standing still and facing the gigantic mushroom cloud of rose-colored vapor that eclipsed Miami as he awaited his rival’s face to be shown. The ground reverberated in a fashion even the likes of Bagan could not describe, telltale impact waves that the dragon recognized without even guessing as footsteps. Crust-rattling crash after crash echoed through ground and soul alike for kilometers like the beats of a deity’s drums of war. The God of Darkness felt no fear, but even he had to admit deep down that hearing those slow, marching footfalls sent chills of some kind of reverence through his bones. And the fact that they were drawing closer with every deafening CRASH! was only increasing such a feel.

And that in turn made Bagan jealous. He was the one who should’ve been instilling such power, not… … …

A black shadow was beginning to darken a large portion of the crimson view ahead of him, gradually birthing to the eye an outline that increased in detail with every passing second as the being lumbered forth at a tortoise’s pace. Bagan growled and his eyes flashed with wrath, watching the familiar shape beginning to manifest out of the plumes of maroon. Another heaven-quaking footfall--and two glinting lights became visible on the area that Bagan judged to be the creature’s head. Even though he hadn’t yet gotten a detailed look at them, Bagan could tell he was looking his rival in the eye. He could already feel the sheer power radiating off those eyes, mixing with the titanic force of the beast’s footsteps. The creature leaned further out of the dust, another footfall following in its wake. And a few seconds later, this motion repeated itself… … ...and that’s where Bagan began to take notice of something peculiar: his old rival did not look 100% identical to how he recognized him. For one, he was several times bulkier than he remembered him, his body packed with sheer bodily muscle. He was slightly shorter in height, his skin composed of rugged, plated scales reminiscent of a great samurai’s armor; his swinging tail was far longer with a narrow, pointed end. Longer than twice the length of his own body, in fact. His face bore strong resemblance to an Oni or yokai of Japanese folklore and mythology, his dominant upper teeth replaced with curved tusks instead of fangs. His dorsal plates were smaller and sharper, with red blood vessels being visible on their surface.

And his eyes… … …

This time, Bagan felt a far stronger chill reverberate through his very soul. Those eyes conveyed one thing and one thing only: a beast of pure unbridled, legendary power. Bagan had already long admitted to himself that the mere presence of the King of Kaiju had instilled a feeling of a beast that could match his own dreadful power; this time, however, the Kaiju King’s presence was something more, something far beyond even that. Here, before this strangely revamped version of the loathsome rival he knew and hated, Bagan felt as if he were standing in the presence of a God. As if he were in the audience of a deity of legend like himself. Even if he were capable of human speech, the dragon wouldn’t have known how to genuinely put into words how this beast made him feel here and now.

To put it short and simply, the saurian’s eyes evoked an aura of unequaled strength.

The ground shook louder and more powerfully than ever when the now-visible perpetrator of the red dust took a final step forward, fixing Bagan’s glowing red eyes with his mystical gaze. The dragon hoped his opponent didn’t notice, but he actually on the smallest level twitched when those legendary eyes met his own. And the bulky reptilian was sixty meters shorter than him! But, just to keep his pride from denting any further, the God of Darkness kept his eyes locked on those of his saurian foe as he prepared to face him in the ultimate combat. A combat that he had thirsted for scorchingly, painfully for years, even if preferably not like the circumstances he found himself currently in.

His blood pumping with adrenaline-fueled thrill, the abomination known as Bagan flexed his claws and howled his demonic ululation, finally ready to end this rivalry once and for all.

Godzilla, King of the Monsters, held silent for a moment as he kept his strange gaze on the silver dragon, as if he were entirely confused over what all the rage was about, but within a few moments he soon mustered a response. Gaping his viper-like jaws, the Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse let loose a long, earth-quaking bellow that rattled all buildings and made Bagan visibly jolt, like a deer paralyzed by a tiger’s roar. Henceforth, the armored drake decided here and now, that that was the loudest and most bone-chilling war cry that had ever come to invade his ears.
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ShinGojira14 wrote: Tue Aug 10, 2021 7:50 am
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It was a big deal when a God of Darkness was silent.

A dreaded superpower who should’ve paraded in raining death and sorrowful destruction upon the peace-craving masses of the world, a being of the purest evil who should’ve reveled in the skies turning red in honor of worlds worse than Hell itself and cities falling under the black hand of desolation; all of that and then some had occurred exactly that way before such a God’s very eyes, a sight that should’ve been everything he ever wanted in existence. To see the planet honoring his coming as a herald to the end times, to see the start of all that existed in the world beginning to crumble. To crush all before his heel, to send even the most passionate prayers for light to triumph over darkness into the pits of oblivion, to see the total and prolonged annihilation of all that was good, to see all in the world tremble. This to a prophesied God of Darkness should’ve been the crown jewel in life above any existence had to offer--and such a sight was exactly what his glowing red eyes beheld before him. Such a sight should’ve given him indescribable joy.

Be that as it may, the sight before his wicked eyes left Bagan entirely speechless.

Not just the skies, but the entire landscape of Miami Florida was redder than the most freshly-shed blood. A thick haze of strange, scarlet dust had overtaken just about the entirety of the city and blotted out the heavens, like the plumes of some kind of strange desert storm from another planet. Even the largest skyscrapers in the distance were all but hidden from view by the festering clouds of crimson vapor. Hundreds of screeching cries echoed across the blood-red sky, their sources soaring the winds on leather wings the size of school buses. Masses of pterosaur-like creatures flew about the hellish landscape like demons from the pits of The Other Place, each one bearing a familiar appearance of twin horns topping their pointed skulls. Bagan made no sound nor motion as these “Rodans” soared above him, filling the auditory field with their prehistoric cackles to add to the biblical scenery. None of them made any move to fly towards or attack the colossal silver dragon who stood watching them, and this puzzled Bagan. Did they know of the monolith’s power or reputation, and thus seek to give him a wide berth out of fear? Or did they simply not care enough to bat an eye at his presence?

Bagan couldn’t tell. The thought of the latter being true would’ve normally enraged the dragon, and he would’ve been glad to churn his hellish energies and blast the winged reptiles all out of the sky had he not been so shocked out of his mind by the scenery before him. After minutes of merely standing there, staring and taking in the chilling sight around him, Bagan finally moved; the demonic god looked from left to right, seemingly in a vain attempt to locate anything in the vicinity around him. Were there others in this city? Had something else already passed by, and left this strange citywide plume behind as an aftermath?

Even more frustratingly confusing: what in the worthless universe was causing all this calamity?!

Rearing his clawed foot off the ground, Bagan took an earthquake-inducing step forward. A small building was instantly smashed like an eggshell under his powerful heel, shards of debris and shrapnel sent flying in all directions around it; shrapnel that would’ve impaled any human beings had they been around it. But woe to Bagan’s morbid wishes of bloodshed, for there were no humans in the area to crush, destroy or torment for his wicked amusement. No fragile little insects of little beings for the massive dragon to stomp on like a sadistic bully would an ant or beetle, no pain or agony for him to inflict anywhere where he could hear masses of terrified screams as he did away with their pointless lives. No fun to be had anywhere, so strange it sounded. Too strange to be true… … …

A brief glint of a flash caught Bagan’s eye, a little bit of light reflecting off something hundreds upon hundreds of meters far into the heavens. Something was falling--and that was not all Bagan saw. The dragon’s binocular vision spotted a black crescent-like construct flying silently away as the projectile it had just dropped continued to plummet at seemingly mach speeds, leaving what seemed to not be a trace of sound behind. A stealth bomber--and it had just deployed its cargo. The brutish drake smirked, red eyes aglow with evil delight. Small flecks of electricity were beginning to course along the pointed protrusions on his back, the thought of blasting the pitiful vessel out of the sky filling his head with elation… … ...but almost as quickly as he started, he stopped. A thought had struck his brain, one that gave him reason to pause.

That jet was dropping a bomb… … ...onto what, exactly?

His eyes turning their foul gaze away from the departing stealth jet, Bagan watched as the tiny bomb continued its free-fall countdown, plunging through the air like a stone before vanishing amidst the colossal clouds of red dust. Bagan held still and listened closely, all being silent for a moment...before, ever so faintly, he heard a distant metallic kink! of impact. Bagan nodded his head by just an inch, judging exactly when the inevitable happened. And in three..two...one… … …

BOOM!

Even through the thick plumes of maroon particles, the dragon could just faintly make out the brief flash of the climactic detonation. And before long, another followed in its wake. Bagan held his position, still staring into the crimson cloud. The bombs had hit their target--and it was that entity that the God of Darkness yearned to glimpse so badly. He needed to find out exactly who or what was behind this strange, biblical scenery around him; he needed to take care of whatever rival it was that was bringing forth this armageddon that he himself had claimed first dibs on long ago… … ...

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!!

Bagan froze like an iceberg in less than a fourth of a second of that roar kicking into gear. The dragon bore no facial expressions to outwardly tell he was definitely taking into unmistakable account of what that sound meant--but he didn’t need to, for it was already blatantly clear that he had been taken entirely off-guard from that sound, to say the least. The abominable destroyer had not been expecting to be hit with THAT revelation. A full minute of the destructive deity being frozen stiff to the spot had passed before he finally began to shake with a newfound emotion, one he knew all too well and had not expected to feel so soon nor on such a passionate height: rage. Trembling slightly enough to not be fully shaking yet just enough to show off his growing fury; broiling, magma-evaporating, universe-killing rage that caused Bagan to grit his shark-like teeth so hard, dozens of them broke off as his eyes began to widen to the point of bulging out of their sockets. There was no being in the entire universe he hated more than the telltale bearer of that specific roar, no god or devil or any higher or lower power that could ever topple that one entity that had caused him so much indescribable trouble in the past.

He knew the distinct and infamous roar of the King of the Monsters more than any other sound he had ever heard in his life.

Alas, the next two seconds marked the moment when Bagan’s mind conjured up the simplest, yet most daring goal imaginable. In this moment, the armored dragon made a decision: this was it. This would be the day. He had waited years upon years, decades even, to carry out this ludicrous deed, and for reasons he wouldn’t explain even if he were capable of human speech, hearing that roar in this moment was the last straw for him. Cracking his claws and flexing his muscles in preparation to succeed where so many had failed, Bagan pawed the ground and growled menacingly before rearing his devilish head to the red skies and bellowing a howl of challenge that shook the earth like the reverberations of a god’s hammer, scattering flocks of Rodans in all directions.

Today was the day he would finally destroy Godzilla.


*****


Narrow jaws filled with rows of pointed teeth opened to bark with interest, as limbs weaved in leather wings folded to allow the creature to land upon the ground. Eyes gray as cobblestone pinpointed every feature of the abandoned street amidst the thick smog of crimson dust, a duo-horned head cocking to the side before reaching down to take a closer look at whatever objects lay scattered around the concrete. The Rodan gazed upon the fallen body of a crow, pecking it with its beak out of sheer curiosity before leaning back to wait for something to happen. The corpse didn’t move, compelling the reptilian to move forward and peck it again. As the pterosaur-like creature observed this strange deceased life form, another cry echoed from above, causing it to look up. Another Rodan landed next to a nearby streetlight, cackling to the first. Moving forward on its wings, the second Rodan lumbered towards the first, rumbling aggressively. The first Rodan cocked its head in confusion, unsure of what exactly was the trouble. But when the second Rodan reared up with wings spread and shrieked a challenge, the first took notice of the loud and clear meaning, and suddenly assumed an attack position. The second Rodan wanted that corpse for itself--something the first was not gonna play along with.

The two winged reptilians exchanged angered shrieks and cackles at one another, making mock snaps and lunges in an effort to deter the other from their sights, but neither was yielding. The Pteranodon-like creatures continued to bicker with one another over who gets to lay claim to the avian carcass, a carcass that the two verbally warring beasts weren’t even sure what to do with in the first place. As the first Rodan made another mock-charge at its rival, both of them suddenly jolted when the auditory field rattled painfully from the sheer power of a roar loud enough to quake the biggest mountains. Shrieks of surprise from the pterosaurian beasts were drowned out by the after-echoes of the thunderous roar, the buildings themselves shaking as if in terror from the demonic war cry. The Rodans had ceased their former argument entirely, now simply staring off into the non-toxic smog of crimson that coated the land for miles. Even with their spectacular vision, they couldn’t see what had just uttered such a sound or how close in proximity to them it was. The first Rodan shifted uncomfortably as an eerie silence overtook the environment, creating a tension thick enough that all it would take to break it was a little push… … …

A powerful impact tremor shook the ground with tremendous force, as if Odin had smashed his warhammer into the earth itself. The Rodans jolted yet again with fright, but this time their spines were chilled to the very core by a dreadful sense of familiarity. As if they knew who had been the cause of such a tremor.

Before any further thoughts could be put forward on the matter, a colossal foot fell into view to smash its three ivory-white talons into the concrete streets with an even stronger impact; an event of which finally made the Rodans spread their wings and take flight with loud cries, both abandoning any and all interest in their former object of interest as they both came to the same conclusion: screw it. As the winged beasts took to the archetype-ridden skies, another tri-clawed foot reared into view to stomp upon the streets of humanity’s making, giving way to a massive shadow that loomed within the sheets of vaporous red. The shadow slowly lumbered down the street with a heavy gait, the planet shaking in terror with every thunderclap of a footfall. Towering upright nearly three hundred feet in its full height, the monstrous outline would’ve stunned even the bravest veterans silent had they been present to witness such an unfathomable sight.

The giant made all before him tremble not just as he moved, but as he merely existed. The orderly chaos that made up the fabric of this universe was changing little by little simply by his very being there. This universe was rejecting any acceptance of his existence and was falling into other forms of chaos unknown to this fabric. Things that this particular universe allowed not to exist were existing wherever he went, his mere presence shedding interdimensional material that gave birth to new laws of reality and physics alike, the trail he left behind terraforming the environment around him into new, exotic shapes and sizes. The makeup of this reality was warping and shifting out of control, so long as his taloned feet remained planted upon the very earth and his skin exposed to the air.

The Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse echoed a low rumble as he continued to move his chaotic existence forward, the earth trembling under his clawed heel yet again. The black reptilian bore no smile of joy as he traversed the land; he displayed no signs of glee or reveling in the collapse of reality occurring around his very being. Inhaling through his great nostrils, the beast snorted a deep sigh. He didn’t really pay any deep thought to how any of this worked--or better yet, why. It just was. Merely by existing in this specific reality, he was now an agent of chaos. He didn’t make the rules, plan anything out, he didn’t think or utilize his chaotic presence, he just… … ...did. And just him doing was all it took for the fabric of this plane’s being to throw an interdimensional temper tantrum. But in the end, the goliath simply just accepted it. He had zero control over the fact that this world’s physics couldn’t make up their damn minds about his existence, and he had no choice but to just go along with it. There was nothing he could do to stop any of it; in this world he was the bringer of armageddon, and that was just it. It was just the way things were.

The beast took another step forward. He had heard the thundering vocalization up ahead, not knowing its source but recognizing its meaning and intent without fault. He could’ve heard the obvious howl of challenge even from miles and miles away, and he still would’ve done what he did right now, what his instincts compelled him to do. Aside from moving around and searching hopelessly for something his gut told him he was unlikely to ever find, he had nothing else to do. So, he moved towards it, eyes staring mightily into the rose-colored haze of his body’s own making. The beast moved forward to answer it, to meet this unknown threat head-on.

He accepted the challenge.

The giant lumbered in the direction of the bellowing ultimatum, casting all before him in the shadow of a colossus.


*****


Rarely had the abomination known as Bagan been one to play the waiting game. If anything, it should’ve been all who stood to oppose him that should’ve been the ones to stand and wait. Wait for him to slowly make his way from the desolate hellscapes of his making to appear before their very eyes, and mark his arrival with his ear-splitting howl to begin the final battle of good vs evil. To wait for him to bring about the apocalypse. But, through some twist of fate that should not be, here he was in their place. Waiting for his most hated rival to show himself from the red smoke that shadowed Miami like a fog from Tartaurus. How honestly silly it all was.

And it pissed him off so much it was legitimately funny.

Bagan gritted his regrown teeth, standing still and facing the gigantic mushroom cloud of rose-colored vapor that eclipsed Miami as he awaited his rival’s face to be shown. The ground reverberated in a fashion even the likes of Bagan could not describe, telltale impact waves that the dragon recognized without even guessing as footsteps. Crust-rattling crash after crash echoed through ground and soul alike for kilometers like the beats of a deity’s drums of war. The God of Darkness felt no fear, but even he had to admit deep down that hearing those slow, marching footfalls sent chills of some kind of reverence through his bones. And the fact that they were drawing closer with every deafening CRASH! was only increasing such a feel.

And that in turn made Bagan jealous. He was the one who should’ve been instilling such power, not… … …

A black shadow was beginning to darken a large portion of the crimson view ahead of him, gradually birthing to the eye an outline that increased in detail with every passing second as the being lumbered forth at a tortoise’s pace. Bagan growled and his eyes flashed with wrath, watching the familiar shape beginning to manifest out of the plumes of maroon. Another heaven-quaking footfall--and two glinting lights became visible on the area that Bagan judged to be the creature’s head. Even though he hadn’t yet gotten a detailed look at them, Bagan could tell he was looking his rival in the eye. He could already feel the sheer power radiating off those eyes, mixing with the titanic force of the beast’s footsteps. The creature leaned further out of the dust, another footfall following in its wake. And a few seconds later, this motion repeated itself… … ...and that’s where Bagan began to take notice of something peculiar: his old rival did not look 100% identical to how he recognized him. For one, he was several times bulkier than he remembered him, his body packed with sheer bodily muscle. He was slightly shorter in height, his skin composed of rugged, plated scales reminiscent of a great samurai’s armor; his swinging tail was far longer with a narrow, pointed end. Longer than twice the length of his own body, in fact. His face bore strong resemblance to an Oni or yokai of Japanese folklore and mythology, his dominant upper teeth replaced with curved tusks instead of fangs. His dorsal plates were smaller and sharper, with red blood vessels being visible on their surface.

And his eyes… … …

This time, Bagan felt a far stronger chill reverberate through his very soul. Those eyes conveyed one thing and one thing only: a beast of pure unbridled, legendary power. Bagan had already long admitted to himself that the mere presence of the King of Kaiju had instilled a feeling of a beast that could match his own dreadful power; this time, however, the Kaiju King’s presence was something more, something far beyond even that. Here, before this strangely revamped version of the loathsome rival he knew and hated, Bagan felt as if he were standing in the presence of a God. As if he were in the audience of a deity of legend like himself. Even if he were capable of human speech, the dragon wouldn’t have known how to genuinely put into words how this beast made him feel here and now.

To put it short and simply, the saurian’s eyes evoked an aura of unequaled strength.

The ground shook louder and more powerfully than ever when the now-visible perpetrator of the red dust took a final step forward, fixing Bagan’s glowing red eyes with his mystical gaze. The dragon hoped his opponent didn’t notice, but he actually on the smallest level twitched when those legendary eyes met his own. And the bulky reptilian was sixty meters shorter than him! But, just to keep his pride from denting any further, the God of Darkness kept his eyes locked on those of his saurian foe as he prepared to face him in the ultimate combat. A combat that he had thirsted for scorchingly, painfully for years, even if preferably not like the circumstances he found himself currently in.

His blood pumping with adrenaline-fueled thrill, the abomination known as Bagan flexed his claws and howled his demonic ululation, finally ready to end this rivalry once and for all.

Godzilla, King of the Monsters, held silent for a moment as he kept his strange gaze on the silver dragon, as if he were entirely confused over what all the rage was about, but within a few moments he soon mustered a response. Gaping his viper-like jaws, the Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse let loose a long, earth-quaking bellow that rattled all buildings and made Bagan visibly jolt, like a deer paralyzed by a tiger’s roar. Henceforth, the armored drake decided here and now, that that was the loudest and most bone-chilling war cry that had ever come to invade his ears.
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Re: KWC TRAILERS!

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ShinGojira14 wrote: Tue Aug 10, 2021 7:50 am
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It was a big deal when a God of Darkness was silent.

A dreaded superpower who should’ve paraded in raining death and sorrowful destruction upon the peace-craving masses of the world, a being of the purest evil who should’ve reveled in the skies turning red in honor of worlds worse than Hell itself and cities falling under the black hand of desolation; all of that and then some had occurred exactly that way before such a God’s very eyes, a sight that should’ve been everything he ever wanted in existence. To see the planet honoring his coming as a herald to the end times, to see the start of all that existed in the world beginning to crumble. To crush all before his heel, to send even the most passionate prayers for light to triumph over darkness into the pits of oblivion, to see the total and prolonged annihilation of all that was good, to see all in the world tremble. This to a prophesied God of Darkness should’ve been the crown jewel in life above any existence had to offer--and such a sight was exactly what his glowing red eyes beheld before him. Such a sight should’ve given him indescribable joy.

Be that as it may, the sight before his wicked eyes left Bagan entirely speechless.

Not just the skies, but the entire landscape of Miami Florida was redder than the most freshly-shed blood. A thick haze of strange, scarlet dust had overtaken just about the entirety of the city and blotted out the heavens, like the plumes of some kind of strange desert storm from another planet. Even the largest skyscrapers in the distance were all but hidden from view by the festering clouds of crimson vapor. Hundreds of screeching cries echoed across the blood-red sky, their sources soaring the winds on leather wings the size of school buses. Masses of pterosaur-like creatures flew about the hellish landscape like demons from the pits of The Other Place, each one bearing a familiar appearance of twin horns topping their pointed skulls. Bagan made no sound nor motion as these “Rodans” soared above him, filling the auditory field with their prehistoric cackles to add to the biblical scenery. None of them made any move to fly towards or attack the colossal silver dragon who stood watching them, and this puzzled Bagan. Did they know of the monolith’s power or reputation, and thus seek to give him a wide berth out of fear? Or did they simply not care enough to bat an eye at his presence?

Bagan couldn’t tell. The thought of the latter being true would’ve normally enraged the dragon, and he would’ve been glad to churn his hellish energies and blast the winged reptiles all out of the sky had he not been so shocked out of his mind by the scenery before him. After minutes of merely standing there, staring and taking in the chilling sight around him, Bagan finally moved; the demonic god looked from left to right, seemingly in a vain attempt to locate anything in the vicinity around him. Were there others in this city? Had something else already passed by, and left this strange citywide plume behind as an aftermath?

Even more frustratingly confusing: what in the worthless universe was causing all this calamity?!

Rearing his clawed foot off the ground, Bagan took an earthquake-inducing step forward. A small building was instantly smashed like an eggshell under his powerful heel, shards of debris and shrapnel sent flying in all directions around it; shrapnel that would’ve impaled any human beings had they been around it. But woe to Bagan’s morbid wishes of bloodshed, for there were no humans in the area to crush, destroy or torment for his wicked amusement. No fragile little insects of little beings for the massive dragon to stomp on like a sadistic bully would an ant or beetle, no pain or agony for him to inflict anywhere where he could hear masses of terrified screams as he did away with their pointless lives. No fun to be had anywhere, so strange it sounded. Too strange to be true… … …

A brief glint of a flash caught Bagan’s eye, a little bit of light reflecting off something hundreds upon hundreds of meters far into the heavens. Something was falling--and that was not all Bagan saw. The dragon’s binocular vision spotted a black crescent-like construct flying silently away as the projectile it had just dropped continued to plummet at seemingly mach speeds, leaving what seemed to not be a trace of sound behind. A stealth bomber--and it had just deployed its cargo. The brutish drake smirked, red eyes aglow with evil delight. Small flecks of electricity were beginning to course along the pointed protrusions on his back, the thought of blasting the pitiful vessel out of the sky filling his head with elation… … ...but almost as quickly as he started, he stopped. A thought had struck his brain, one that gave him reason to pause.

That jet was dropping a bomb… … ...onto what, exactly?

His eyes turning their foul gaze away from the departing stealth jet, Bagan watched as the tiny bomb continued its free-fall countdown, plunging through the air like a stone before vanishing amidst the colossal clouds of red dust. Bagan held still and listened closely, all being silent for a moment...before, ever so faintly, he heard a distant metallic kink! of impact. Bagan nodded his head by just an inch, judging exactly when the inevitable happened. And in three..two...one… … …

BOOM!

Even through the thick plumes of maroon particles, the dragon could just faintly make out the brief flash of the climactic detonation. And before long, another followed in its wake. Bagan held his position, still staring into the crimson cloud. The bombs had hit their target--and it was that entity that the God of Darkness yearned to glimpse so badly. He needed to find out exactly who or what was behind this strange, biblical scenery around him; he needed to take care of whatever rival it was that was bringing forth this armageddon that he himself had claimed first dibs on long ago… … ...

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!!

Bagan froze like an iceberg in less than a fourth of a second of that roar kicking into gear. The dragon bore no facial expressions to outwardly tell he was definitely taking into unmistakable account of what that sound meant--but he didn’t need to, for it was already blatantly clear that he had been taken entirely off-guard from that sound, to say the least. The abominable destroyer had not been expecting to be hit with THAT revelation. A full minute of the destructive deity being frozen stiff to the spot had passed before he finally began to shake with a newfound emotion, one he knew all too well and had not expected to feel so soon nor on such a passionate height: rage. Trembling slightly enough to not be fully shaking yet just enough to show off his growing fury; broiling, magma-evaporating, universe-killing rage that caused Bagan to grit his shark-like teeth so hard, dozens of them broke off as his eyes began to widen to the point of bulging out of their sockets. There was no being in the entire universe he hated more than the telltale bearer of that specific roar, no god or devil or any higher or lower power that could ever topple that one entity that had caused him so much indescribable trouble in the past.

He knew the distinct and infamous roar of the King of the Monsters more than any other sound he had ever heard in his life.

Alas, the next two seconds marked the moment when Bagan’s mind conjured up the simplest, yet most daring goal imaginable. In this moment, the armored dragon made a decision: this was it. This would be the day. He had waited years upon years, decades even, to carry out this ludicrous deed, and for reasons he wouldn’t explain even if he were capable of human speech, hearing that roar in this moment was the last straw for him. Cracking his claws and flexing his muscles in preparation to succeed where so many had failed, Bagan pawed the ground and growled menacingly before rearing his devilish head to the red skies and bellowing a howl of challenge that shook the earth like the reverberations of a god’s hammer, scattering flocks of Rodans in all directions.

Today was the day he would finally destroy Godzilla.


*****


Narrow jaws filled with rows of pointed teeth opened to bark with interest, as limbs weaved in leather wings folded to allow the creature to land upon the ground. Eyes gray as cobblestone pinpointed every feature of the abandoned street amidst the thick smog of crimson dust, a duo-horned head cocking to the side before reaching down to take a closer look at whatever objects lay scattered around the concrete. The Rodan gazed upon the fallen body of a crow, pecking it with its beak out of sheer curiosity before leaning back to wait for something to happen. The corpse didn’t move, compelling the reptilian to move forward and peck it again. As the pterosaur-like creature observed this strange deceased life form, another cry echoed from above, causing it to look up. Another Rodan landed next to a nearby streetlight, cackling to the first. Moving forward on its wings, the second Rodan lumbered towards the first, rumbling aggressively. The first Rodan cocked its head in confusion, unsure of what exactly was the trouble. But when the second Rodan reared up with wings spread and shrieked a challenge, the first took notice of the loud and clear meaning, and suddenly assumed an attack position. The second Rodan wanted that corpse for itself--something the first was not gonna play along with.

The two winged reptilians exchanged angered shrieks and cackles at one another, making mock snaps and lunges in an effort to deter the other from their sights, but neither was yielding. The Pteranodon-like creatures continued to bicker with one another over who gets to lay claim to the avian carcass, a carcass that the two verbally warring beasts weren’t even sure what to do with in the first place. As the first Rodan made another mock-charge at its rival, both of them suddenly jolted when the auditory field rattled painfully from the sheer power of a roar loud enough to quake the biggest mountains. Shrieks of surprise from the pterosaurian beasts were drowned out by the after-echoes of the thunderous roar, the buildings themselves shaking as if in terror from the demonic war cry. The Rodans had ceased their former argument entirely, now simply staring off into the non-toxic smog of crimson that coated the land for miles. Even with their spectacular vision, they couldn’t see what had just uttered such a sound or how close in proximity to them it was. The first Rodan shifted uncomfortably as an eerie silence overtook the environment, creating a tension thick enough that all it would take to break it was a little push… … …

A powerful impact tremor shook the ground with tremendous force, as if Odin had smashed his warhammer into the earth itself. The Rodans jolted yet again with fright, but this time their spines were chilled to the very core by a dreadful sense of familiarity. As if they knew who had been the cause of such a tremor.

Before any further thoughts could be put forward on the matter, a colossal foot fell into view to smash its three ivory-white talons into the concrete streets with an even stronger impact; an event of which finally made the Rodans spread their wings and take flight with loud cries, both abandoning any and all interest in their former object of interest as they both came to the same conclusion: screw it. As the winged beasts took to the archetype-ridden skies, another tri-clawed foot reared into view to stomp upon the streets of humanity’s making, giving way to a massive shadow that loomed within the sheets of vaporous red. The shadow slowly lumbered down the street with a heavy gait, the planet shaking in terror with every thunderclap of a footfall. Towering upright nearly three hundred feet in its full height, the monstrous outline would’ve stunned even the bravest veterans silent had they been present to witness such an unfathomable sight.

The giant made all before him tremble not just as he moved, but as he merely existed. The orderly chaos that made up the fabric of this universe was changing little by little simply by his very being there. This universe was rejecting any acceptance of his existence and was falling into other forms of chaos unknown to this fabric. Things that this particular universe allowed not to exist were existing wherever he went, his mere presence shedding interdimensional material that gave birth to new laws of reality and physics alike, the trail he left behind terraforming the environment around him into new, exotic shapes and sizes. The makeup of this reality was warping and shifting out of control, so long as his taloned feet remained planted upon the very earth and his skin exposed to the air.

The Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse echoed a low rumble as he continued to move his chaotic existence forward, the earth trembling under his clawed heel yet again. The black reptilian bore no smile of joy as he traversed the land; he displayed no signs of glee or reveling in the collapse of reality occurring around his very being. Inhaling through his great nostrils, the beast snorted a deep sigh. He didn’t really pay any deep thought to how any of this worked--or better yet, why. It just was. Merely by existing in this specific reality, he was now an agent of chaos. He didn’t make the rules, plan anything out, he didn’t think or utilize his chaotic presence, he just… … ...did. And just him doing was all it took for the fabric of this plane’s being to throw an interdimensional temper tantrum. But in the end, the goliath simply just accepted it. He had zero control over the fact that this world’s physics couldn’t make up their damn minds about his existence, and he had no choice but to just go along with it. There was nothing he could do to stop any of it; in this world he was the bringer of armageddon, and that was just it. It was just the way things were.

The beast took another step forward. He had heard the thundering vocalization up ahead, not knowing its source but recognizing its meaning and intent without fault. He could’ve heard the obvious howl of challenge even from miles and miles away, and he still would’ve done what he did right now, what his instincts compelled him to do. Aside from moving around and searching hopelessly for something his gut told him he was unlikely to ever find, he had nothing else to do. So, he moved towards it, eyes staring mightily into the rose-colored haze of his body’s own making. The beast moved forward to answer it, to meet this unknown threat head-on.

He accepted the challenge.

The giant lumbered in the direction of the bellowing ultimatum, casting all before him in the shadow of a colossus.


*****


Rarely had the abomination known as Bagan been one to play the waiting game. If anything, it should’ve been all who stood to oppose him that should’ve been the ones to stand and wait. Wait for him to slowly make his way from the desolate hellscapes of his making to appear before their very eyes, and mark his arrival with his ear-splitting howl to begin the final battle of good vs evil. To wait for him to bring about the apocalypse. But, through some twist of fate that should not be, here he was in their place. Waiting for his most hated rival to show himself from the red smoke that shadowed Miami like a fog from Tartaurus. How honestly silly it all was.

And it pissed him off so much it was legitimately funny.

Bagan gritted his regrown teeth, standing still and facing the gigantic mushroom cloud of rose-colored vapor that eclipsed Miami as he awaited his rival’s face to be shown. The ground reverberated in a fashion even the likes of Bagan could not describe, telltale impact waves that the dragon recognized without even guessing as footsteps. Crust-rattling crash after crash echoed through ground and soul alike for kilometers like the beats of a deity’s drums of war. The God of Darkness felt no fear, but even he had to admit deep down that hearing those slow, marching footfalls sent chills of some kind of reverence through his bones. And the fact that they were drawing closer with every deafening CRASH! was only increasing such a feel.

And that in turn made Bagan jealous. He was the one who should’ve been instilling such power, not… … …

A black shadow was beginning to darken a large portion of the crimson view ahead of him, gradually birthing to the eye an outline that increased in detail with every passing second as the being lumbered forth at a tortoise’s pace. Bagan growled and his eyes flashed with wrath, watching the familiar shape beginning to manifest out of the plumes of maroon. Another heaven-quaking footfall--and two glinting lights became visible on the area that Bagan judged to be the creature’s head. Even though he hadn’t yet gotten a detailed look at them, Bagan could tell he was looking his rival in the eye. He could already feel the sheer power radiating off those eyes, mixing with the titanic force of the beast’s footsteps. The creature leaned further out of the dust, another footfall following in its wake. And a few seconds later, this motion repeated itself… … ...and that’s where Bagan began to take notice of something peculiar: his old rival did not look 100% identical to how he recognized him. For one, he was several times bulkier than he remembered him, his body packed with sheer bodily muscle. He was slightly shorter in height, his skin composed of rugged, plated scales reminiscent of a great samurai’s armor; his swinging tail was far longer with a narrow, pointed end. Longer than twice the length of his own body, in fact. His face bore strong resemblance to an Oni or yokai of Japanese folklore and mythology, his dominant upper teeth replaced with curved tusks instead of fangs. His dorsal plates were smaller and sharper, with red blood vessels being visible on their surface.

And his eyes… … …

This time, Bagan felt a far stronger chill reverberate through his very soul. Those eyes conveyed one thing and one thing only: a beast of pure unbridled, legendary power. Bagan had already long admitted to himself that the mere presence of the King of Kaiju had instilled a feeling of a beast that could match his own dreadful power; this time, however, the Kaiju King’s presence was something more, something far beyond even that. Here, before this strangely revamped version of the loathsome rival he knew and hated, Bagan felt as if he were standing in the presence of a God. As if he were in the audience of a deity of legend like himself. Even if he were capable of human speech, the dragon wouldn’t have known how to genuinely put into words how this beast made him feel here and now.

To put it short and simply, the saurian’s eyes evoked an aura of unequaled strength.

The ground shook louder and more powerfully than ever when the now-visible perpetrator of the red dust took a final step forward, fixing Bagan’s glowing red eyes with his mystical gaze. The dragon hoped his opponent didn’t notice, but he actually on the smallest level twitched when those legendary eyes met his own. And the bulky reptilian was sixty meters shorter than him! But, just to keep his pride from denting any further, the God of Darkness kept his eyes locked on those of his saurian foe as he prepared to face him in the ultimate combat. A combat that he had thirsted for scorchingly, painfully for years, even if preferably not like the circumstances he found himself currently in.

His blood pumping with adrenaline-fueled thrill, the abomination known as Bagan flexed his claws and howled his demonic ululation, finally ready to end this rivalry once and for all.

Godzilla, King of the Monsters, held silent for a moment as he kept his strange gaze on the silver dragon, as if he were entirely confused over what all the rage was about, but within a few moments he soon mustered a response. Gaping his viper-like jaws, the Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse let loose a long, earth-quaking bellow that rattled all buildings and made Bagan visibly jolt, like a deer paralyzed by a tiger’s roar. Henceforth, the armored drake decided here and now, that that was the loudest and most bone-chilling war cry that had ever come to invade his ears.
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It was a big deal when a God of Darkness was silent.

A dreaded superpower who should’ve paraded in raining death and sorrowful destruction upon the peace-craving masses of the world, a being of the purest evil who should’ve reveled in the skies turning red in honor of worlds worse than Hell itself and cities falling under the black hand of desolation; all of that and then some had occurred exactly that way before such a God’s very eyes, a sight that should’ve been everything he ever wanted in existence. To see the planet honoring his coming as a herald to the end times, to see the start of all that existed in the world beginning to crumble. To crush all before his heel, to send even the most passionate prayers for light to triumph over darkness into the pits of oblivion, to see the total and prolonged annihilation of all that was good, to see all in the world tremble. This to a prophesied God of Darkness should’ve been the crown jewel in life above any existence had to offer--and such a sight was exactly what his glowing red eyes beheld before him. Such a sight should’ve given him indescribable joy.

Be that as it may, the sight before his wicked eyes left Bagan entirely speechless.

Not just the skies, but the entire landscape of Miami Florida was redder than the most freshly-shed blood. A thick haze of strange, scarlet dust had overtaken just about the entirety of the city and blotted out the heavens, like the plumes of some kind of strange desert storm from another planet. Even the largest skyscrapers in the distance were all but hidden from view by the festering clouds of crimson vapor. Hundreds of screeching cries echoed across the blood-red sky, their sources soaring the winds on leather wings the size of school buses. Masses of pterosaur-like creatures flew about the hellish landscape like demons from the pits of The Other Place, each one bearing a familiar appearance of twin horns topping their pointed skulls. Bagan made no sound nor motion as these “Rodans” soared above him, filling the auditory field with their prehistoric cackles to add to the biblical scenery. None of them made any move to fly towards or attack the colossal silver dragon who stood watching them, and this puzzled Bagan. Did they know of the monolith’s power or reputation, and thus seek to give him a wide berth out of fear? Or did they simply not care enough to bat an eye at his presence?

Bagan couldn’t tell. The thought of the latter being true would’ve normally enraged the dragon, and he would’ve been glad to churn his hellish energies and blast the winged reptiles all out of the sky had he not been so shocked out of his mind by the scenery before him. After minutes of merely standing there, staring and taking in the chilling sight around him, Bagan finally moved; the demonic god looked from left to right, seemingly in a vain attempt to locate anything in the vicinity around him. Were there others in this city? Had something else already passed by, and left this strange citywide plume behind as an aftermath?

Even more frustratingly confusing: what in the worthless universe was causing all this calamity?!

Rearing his clawed foot off the ground, Bagan took an earthquake-inducing step forward. A small building was instantly smashed like an eggshell under his powerful heel, shards of debris and shrapnel sent flying in all directions around it; shrapnel that would’ve impaled any human beings had they been around it. But woe to Bagan’s morbid wishes of bloodshed, for there were no humans in the area to crush, destroy or torment for his wicked amusement. No fragile little insects of little beings for the massive dragon to stomp on like a sadistic bully would an ant or beetle, no pain or agony for him to inflict anywhere where he could hear masses of terrified screams as he did away with their pointless lives. No fun to be had anywhere, so strange it sounded. Too strange to be true… … …

A brief glint of a flash caught Bagan’s eye, a little bit of light reflecting off something hundreds upon hundreds of meters far into the heavens. Something was falling--and that was not all Bagan saw. The dragon’s binocular vision spotted a black crescent-like construct flying silently away as the projectile it had just dropped continued to plummet at seemingly mach speeds, leaving what seemed to not be a trace of sound behind. A stealth bomber--and it had just deployed its cargo. The brutish drake smirked, red eyes aglow with evil delight. Small flecks of electricity were beginning to course along the pointed protrusions on his back, the thought of blasting the pitiful vessel out of the sky filling his head with elation… … ...but almost as quickly as he started, he stopped. A thought had struck his brain, one that gave him reason to pause.

That jet was dropping a bomb… … ...onto what, exactly?

His eyes turning their foul gaze away from the departing stealth jet, Bagan watched as the tiny bomb continued its free-fall countdown, plunging through the air like a stone before vanishing amidst the colossal clouds of red dust. Bagan held still and listened closely, all being silent for a moment...before, ever so faintly, he heard a distant metallic kink! of impact. Bagan nodded his head by just an inch, judging exactly when the inevitable happened. And in three..two...one… … …

BOOM!

Even through the thick plumes of maroon particles, the dragon could just faintly make out the brief flash of the climactic detonation. And before long, another followed in its wake. Bagan held his position, still staring into the crimson cloud. The bombs had hit their target--and it was that entity that the God of Darkness yearned to glimpse so badly. He needed to find out exactly who or what was behind this strange, biblical scenery around him; he needed to take care of whatever rival it was that was bringing forth this armageddon that he himself had claimed first dibs on long ago… … ...

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!!

Bagan froze like an iceberg in less than a fourth of a second of that roar kicking into gear. The dragon bore no facial expressions to outwardly tell he was definitely taking into unmistakable account of what that sound meant--but he didn’t need to, for it was already blatantly clear that he had been taken entirely off-guard from that sound, to say the least. The abominable destroyer had not been expecting to be hit with THAT revelation. A full minute of the destructive deity being frozen stiff to the spot had passed before he finally began to shake with a newfound emotion, one he knew all too well and had not expected to feel so soon nor on such a passionate height: rage. Trembling slightly enough to not be fully shaking yet just enough to show off his growing fury; broiling, magma-evaporating, universe-killing rage that caused Bagan to grit his shark-like teeth so hard, dozens of them broke off as his eyes began to widen to the point of bulging out of their sockets. There was no being in the entire universe he hated more than the telltale bearer of that specific roar, no god or devil or any higher or lower power that could ever topple that one entity that had caused him so much indescribable trouble in the past.

He knew the distinct and infamous roar of the King of the Monsters more than any other sound he had ever heard in his life.

Alas, the next two seconds marked the moment when Bagan’s mind conjured up the simplest, yet most daring goal imaginable. In this moment, the armored dragon made a decision: this was it. This would be the day. He had waited years upon years, decades even, to carry out this ludicrous deed, and for reasons he wouldn’t explain even if he were capable of human speech, hearing that roar in this moment was the last straw for him. Cracking his claws and flexing his muscles in preparation to succeed where so many had failed, Bagan pawed the ground and growled menacingly before rearing his devilish head to the red skies and bellowing a howl of challenge that shook the earth like the reverberations of a god’s hammer, scattering flocks of Rodans in all directions.

Today was the day he would finally destroy Godzilla.


*****


Narrow jaws filled with rows of pointed teeth opened to bark with interest, as limbs weaved in leather wings folded to allow the creature to land upon the ground. Eyes gray as cobblestone pinpointed every feature of the abandoned street amidst the thick smog of crimson dust, a duo-horned head cocking to the side before reaching down to take a closer look at whatever objects lay scattered around the concrete. The Rodan gazed upon the fallen body of a crow, pecking it with its beak out of sheer curiosity before leaning back to wait for something to happen. The corpse didn’t move, compelling the reptilian to move forward and peck it again. As the pterosaur-like creature observed this strange deceased life form, another cry echoed from above, causing it to look up. Another Rodan landed next to a nearby streetlight, cackling to the first. Moving forward on its wings, the second Rodan lumbered towards the first, rumbling aggressively. The first Rodan cocked its head in confusion, unsure of what exactly was the trouble. But when the second Rodan reared up with wings spread and shrieked a challenge, the first took notice of the loud and clear meaning, and suddenly assumed an attack position. The second Rodan wanted that corpse for itself--something the first was not gonna play along with.

The two winged reptilians exchanged angered shrieks and cackles at one another, making mock snaps and lunges in an effort to deter the other from their sights, but neither was yielding. The Pteranodon-like creatures continued to bicker with one another over who gets to lay claim to the avian carcass, a carcass that the two verbally warring beasts weren’t even sure what to do with in the first place. As the first Rodan made another mock-charge at its rival, both of them suddenly jolted when the auditory field rattled painfully from the sheer power of a roar loud enough to quake the biggest mountains. Shrieks of surprise from the pterosaurian beasts were drowned out by the after-echoes of the thunderous roar, the buildings themselves shaking as if in terror from the demonic war cry. The Rodans had ceased their former argument entirely, now simply staring off into the non-toxic smog of crimson that coated the land for miles. Even with their spectacular vision, they couldn’t see what had just uttered such a sound or how close in proximity to them it was. The first Rodan shifted uncomfortably as an eerie silence overtook the environment, creating a tension thick enough that all it would take to break it was a little push… … …

A powerful impact tremor shook the ground with tremendous force, as if Odin had smashed his warhammer into the earth itself. The Rodans jolted yet again with fright, but this time their spines were chilled to the very core by a dreadful sense of familiarity. As if they knew who had been the cause of such a tremor.

Before any further thoughts could be put forward on the matter, a colossal foot fell into view to smash its three ivory-white talons into the concrete streets with an even stronger impact; an event of which finally made the Rodans spread their wings and take flight with loud cries, both abandoning any and all interest in their former object of interest as they both came to the same conclusion: screw it. As the winged beasts took to the archetype-ridden skies, another tri-clawed foot reared into view to stomp upon the streets of humanity’s making, giving way to a massive shadow that loomed within the sheets of vaporous red. The shadow slowly lumbered down the street with a heavy gait, the planet shaking in terror with every thunderclap of a footfall. Towering upright nearly three hundred feet in its full height, the monstrous outline would’ve stunned even the bravest veterans silent had they been present to witness such an unfathomable sight.

The giant made all before him tremble not just as he moved, but as he merely existed. The orderly chaos that made up the fabric of this universe was changing little by little simply by his very being there. This universe was rejecting any acceptance of his existence and was falling into other forms of chaos unknown to this fabric. Things that this particular universe allowed not to exist were existing wherever he went, his mere presence shedding interdimensional material that gave birth to new laws of reality and physics alike, the trail he left behind terraforming the environment around him into new, exotic shapes and sizes. The makeup of this reality was warping and shifting out of control, so long as his taloned feet remained planted upon the very earth and his skin exposed to the air.

The Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse echoed a low rumble as he continued to move his chaotic existence forward, the earth trembling under his clawed heel yet again. The black reptilian bore no smile of joy as he traversed the land; he displayed no signs of glee or reveling in the collapse of reality occurring around his very being. Inhaling through his great nostrils, the beast snorted a deep sigh. He didn’t really pay any deep thought to how any of this worked--or better yet, why. It just was. Merely by existing in this specific reality, he was now an agent of chaos. He didn’t make the rules, plan anything out, he didn’t think or utilize his chaotic presence, he just… … ...did. And just him doing was all it took for the fabric of this plane’s being to throw an interdimensional temper tantrum. But in the end, the goliath simply just accepted it. He had zero control over the fact that this world’s physics couldn’t make up their damn minds about his existence, and he had no choice but to just go along with it. There was nothing he could do to stop any of it; in this world he was the bringer of armageddon, and that was just it. It was just the way things were.

The beast took another step forward. He had heard the thundering vocalization up ahead, not knowing its source but recognizing its meaning and intent without fault. He could’ve heard the obvious howl of challenge even from miles and miles away, and he still would’ve done what he did right now, what his instincts compelled him to do. Aside from moving around and searching hopelessly for something his gut told him he was unlikely to ever find, he had nothing else to do. So, he moved towards it, eyes staring mightily into the rose-colored haze of his body’s own making. The beast moved forward to answer it, to meet this unknown threat head-on.

He accepted the challenge.

The giant lumbered in the direction of the bellowing ultimatum, casting all before him in the shadow of a colossus.


*****


Rarely had the abomination known as Bagan been one to play the waiting game. If anything, it should’ve been all who stood to oppose him that should’ve been the ones to stand and wait. Wait for him to slowly make his way from the desolate hellscapes of his making to appear before their very eyes, and mark his arrival with his ear-splitting howl to begin the final battle of good vs evil. To wait for him to bring about the apocalypse. But, through some twist of fate that should not be, here he was in their place. Waiting for his most hated rival to show himself from the red smoke that shadowed Miami like a fog from Tartaurus. How honestly silly it all was.

And it pissed him off so much it was legitimately funny.

Bagan gritted his regrown teeth, standing still and facing the gigantic mushroom cloud of rose-colored vapor that eclipsed Miami as he awaited his rival’s face to be shown. The ground reverberated in a fashion even the likes of Bagan could not describe, telltale impact waves that the dragon recognized without even guessing as footsteps. Crust-rattling crash after crash echoed through ground and soul alike for kilometers like the beats of a deity’s drums of war. The God of Darkness felt no fear, but even he had to admit deep down that hearing those slow, marching footfalls sent chills of some kind of reverence through his bones. And the fact that they were drawing closer with every deafening CRASH! was only increasing such a feel.

And that in turn made Bagan jealous. He was the one who should’ve been instilling such power, not… … …

A black shadow was beginning to darken a large portion of the crimson view ahead of him, gradually birthing to the eye an outline that increased in detail with every passing second as the being lumbered forth at a tortoise’s pace. Bagan growled and his eyes flashed with wrath, watching the familiar shape beginning to manifest out of the plumes of maroon. Another heaven-quaking footfall--and two glinting lights became visible on the area that Bagan judged to be the creature’s head. Even though he hadn’t yet gotten a detailed look at them, Bagan could tell he was looking his rival in the eye. He could already feel the sheer power radiating off those eyes, mixing with the titanic force of the beast’s footsteps. The creature leaned further out of the dust, another footfall following in its wake. And a few seconds later, this motion repeated itself… … ...and that’s where Bagan began to take notice of something peculiar: his old rival did not look 100% identical to how he recognized him. For one, he was several times bulkier than he remembered him, his body packed with sheer bodily muscle. He was slightly shorter in height, his skin composed of rugged, plated scales reminiscent of a great samurai’s armor; his swinging tail was far longer with a narrow, pointed end. Longer than twice the length of his own body, in fact. His face bore strong resemblance to an Oni or yokai of Japanese folklore and mythology, his dominant upper teeth replaced with curved tusks instead of fangs. His dorsal plates were smaller and sharper, with red blood vessels being visible on their surface.

And his eyes… … …

This time, Bagan felt a far stronger chill reverberate through his very soul. Those eyes conveyed one thing and one thing only: a beast of pure unbridled, legendary power. Bagan had already long admitted to himself that the mere presence of the King of Kaiju had instilled a feeling of a beast that could match his own dreadful power; this time, however, the Kaiju King’s presence was something more, something far beyond even that. Here, before this strangely revamped version of the loathsome rival he knew and hated, Bagan felt as if he were standing in the presence of a God. As if he were in the audience of a deity of legend like himself. Even if he were capable of human speech, the dragon wouldn’t have known how to genuinely put into words how this beast made him feel here and now.

To put it short and simply, the saurian’s eyes evoked an aura of unequaled strength.

The ground shook louder and more powerfully than ever when the now-visible perpetrator of the red dust took a final step forward, fixing Bagan’s glowing red eyes with his mystical gaze. The dragon hoped his opponent didn’t notice, but he actually on the smallest level twitched when those legendary eyes met his own. And the bulky reptilian was sixty meters shorter than him! But, just to keep his pride from denting any further, the God of Darkness kept his eyes locked on those of his saurian foe as he prepared to face him in the ultimate combat. A combat that he had thirsted for scorchingly, painfully for years, even if preferably not like the circumstances he found himself currently in.

His blood pumping with adrenaline-fueled thrill, the abomination known as Bagan flexed his claws and howled his demonic ululation, finally ready to end this rivalry once and for all.

Godzilla, King of the Monsters, held silent for a moment as he kept his strange gaze on the silver dragon, as if he were entirely confused over what all the rage was about, but within a few moments he soon mustered a response. Gaping his viper-like jaws, the Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse let loose a long, earth-quaking bellow that rattled all buildings and made Bagan visibly jolt, like a deer paralyzed by a tiger’s roar. Henceforth, the armored drake decided here and now, that that was the loudest and most bone-chilling war cry that had ever come to invade his ears.
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That was beautifully haunting, from the environment to Godzilla to Bagan's reaction to it all despite his status as a god. Keep up the wonderful work you always do.

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A guy who randomly stumbled upon this place one day, invested much too much time into it, and now appears to be stuck here for all eternity..and strangely enough, i do not regret it!

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Pretty much a trial run to see if this is good enough... :Rodan56:
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Godzilla and Rodan had something of an uncertain relationship compared to Godzilla's other rivals. They weren’t friends, Rodan didn’t seem to form attachments with nearly anyone in fact, but they weren’t enemies. They would clash at times but become allies at arms on other occasions. The only one with a similar connection was Mothra and even that had simmered down to being pure allies as they both grew over the years. It would seem that the pterosaur would not be as obliging to changing what they had.



That was why he was living in the mountains instead of the beaches like he was accustomed to back in Adonoa. Boundaries were made in Monster Island to address these kinds of situations. Godzilla and his allies owned the beaches under Godzilla specifically so he could come and go as he pleased. Those without connections or rather shaking connections would sectioned off to the outskirts like the mountains so both his and other groups could steer clear of each other. Finally, there were clear enemies to Godzilla.



If they had any sense of self preservation, they would stay in the center within the valleys of Monster Island. With this structure to the land, there was some sense of peace between the islanders. Crossing any of them could easily spell disaster between kaiju however, the animosity of enemies or defensive nature of animals overall calling them to action. Leave it to a child kaiju, then, to not understand any of this and venture into the land. While Godzilla walked through the land while Rodan naturally flew through the air looking for his adopted brother.

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A mystical moth in the same shape as the goddess of prosperity flew away from the small green and yellow son of Godzilla, the baby’s little hands grasping at it in amusement. It tried shooting the big one with glittery orange beams, but it seemed to just make the Little Godzilla laugh from how weak it was. In response, he blew his radioactive bubbles at him. The little women in big hats and furry accessories alongside orange and pink dresses kept an eye on the being following them.



“Fairy, fly us into the forest. We might lose him there” the two of them said in unison, the moth doing as told.



They weren’t supposed to be here in the first place. However, with the birth of a new Mothra meant the elder had retired and planned to stay here for the rest of her days with her friends. The days of peace the world had was not meant to last, however, as a brown quadruped with big ears and a glowing hole stole them. Hence, the two Shobijin had come as Battra came to their island to answer whatever call may come. Back to the present, meanwhile, Little Godzilla let out little babbles as Fairy flew into the forest.



Not able to see, the little one tilted his head from side to side before slowly reaching his hands into the forest. Fairy stayed still after flew away for a short distance before looking toward the baby slowly looking for the moth. Little Godzilla got on his knees and crawled through the forest as he kept on his stubborn little search.

“Fairy, keep flying through the forest and find a better hiding place” the whispered.



Little Godzilla placed his head onto the ground to try to hear them only for his actions to put them directly in his sights. Little Godzilla chirped happily as he got to his feet a little too fast as he ran after them. The chase between them led the two to a cave and rather deep into it. Fairy hurrying to escape led it nearly getting caught in a long strand of web. When stopping to try to look into the cave, the slight sun coming into the cave presented them with a rather gruesome display.



The egg thief was covered in webs, staring into nothingness and fatally thin from the deep hole in his side. At the side of him was a giant black and green spider, its blue eyes staring down at them. The spider would chitter at them as it slowly made its way toward them.



“Oh my...” the Shobijin mumbled in dreaded tones, Fairy turning around and flying away.



Little Godzilla, meanwhile, stopped as the spider made its way out of the cave. When the spider looked toward him, some more small chitters coming out of its mouth. Slowly backing away and trying to avoid shaking, Little Godzilla’s eyes glowed red. It was a good time as well as Kumonga lifted its body and began spitting webs. He needed help and needed it right now.

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Rodan’s eyes glowed red soon after, receiving the message. The pterosaur turned north and flew toward where the telepathic sign was coming from as fast as he could; for him to use his ability meant he needed to hurry. With his speed, he would eventually find the two of them. Upon doing so, he could see he was right. Little Godzilla squealed and squeaked in panic as he tried to break out of the web, Kumonga adding more and more to keep him in check. With a furious screech, Rodan dive bombed into the startled Kumonga; a meal was no fate for his family to meet!
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Alright...trailer time. Worried about how you all will think of it, but I hope its not too shabby.
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Fire surrounded the area, burning buildings and structures crumbling into rubble and ash, a blaze of terror sweeping the area… A titanic, dark monstrosity stood in the middle of the carnage and destruction, a fiery azur beam of pure destruction shooting out of its maw. Screams of terror and agony filled the night sky, complemented by the blazing path of destruction the gigantic beast was sowing about. The creature shut off the beam it was firing and roared into the sky, the flaming ruins surrounding it growing more and more intense…

Prinz Eugen awoke with a start, holding a hand to her head. She had been having that same dream, over and over and over again… she didn’t quite know why, but there must have been a reason that was happening repeatedly. The Admiral Hipper-class Heavy Cruiser looked around her room and then at the clock. Turns out she’d be a bit late, but that didn’t really concern her. Getting up off her bed and passing by her rigging, Prinz proceeded to get ready for the long day ahead.

Prinz yawned as she entered the control room, where several other high ranking members of the Iron Blood faction were assembled.

“You’re late.” remarked Bismarck, who crossed her arms as Prinz entered.

“Oh hush, so what if I'm late?” replied Prinz as she sat down.

“Whatever. Anyway, I'm sure you all know by now about our current...situation.” said Bismarck, addressing each of the gathered shipgirls. “For now, it seems under control, but by the time the weapon is completed, I fear that our problem may get out of control before.”

Bismarck tapped a button on the table, a hologram of a creature appearing from a projector in the middle of the table.

“This...thing, whatever it is, is growing more and more unstable and problematic as time passes. The plumes of Red dust it generates continues to be a problem, and our storage unit for it will exceed its limit soon.” explained Bismarck.

“Just kill it already,” said Graf Zeppelin, with Peter Strasser nodding in agreement. “It’s a problem, so why keep letting it exist?”

“We can’t just kill it, who knows if our weapons will be strong enough to even damage it?” countered Tirpitz.

“It's not just this thing that's causing us problems, there's also the potential of this breaking out.” Bismarck tapped another button and a different hologram appeared on the projector. “We may have it secured as of now, but the possibility it escapes is a worrying thing to think about.”

“Hey, how long until our suuuuuper secret weapon gets finished?” Questioned Prinz Heinrich.

“Not for some time I'm afraid.” replied Bismarck. “The second component is ready, but the first component still needs major construction.”

“I wanna take it out for a ride!” said Roon playfully. “Hehe, just kidding~”

“Roon, this is a serious issue,” said Bismarck sternly. “There isn’t time for any jokes.”

“We do have some left-over siren technology..” said Prinz Eugen thoughtfully. “Even with that, it’s still taking time to finish the weapon?”

“I’m afraid so.” replied Bismarck with a sigh. “For now, we should all do our best to keep this under wraps. Meeting adjourned.”

As Bismarck said those words, most everyone got up and left at different rates, but Prinz Eugen stayed behind, walking up to a large, glass observation window. Through it, she could see the gigantic storage container holding something deadly within. A thin layer of Red dust surrounded the outsides of the chamber, a sign that the thing trapped in there was active. Prinz turned around and looked at the hologram that the projector still had up. Narrowing her eyes at it, Prinz thought for a moment before she too exited the room. Within the now empty room, the flickering hologram continued to be projected, showing the form of a massive, dinosaurian creature. As Prinz continued to walk, she couldn’t help but feel like a catastrophe was going to happen very very soon.

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Manhattan, New York.


He couldn’t go on any longer.

Many battles Zilla had fought that pushed him to his limits, sometimes even far past them, but this was one where he could push no further. One of his legs was broken in three places, only barely able to hold him standing; his left arm was dislocated, his body covered in brutal bruises from a beatdown unlike any other. Even his right eye was swollen shut, his nostrils running with rivers of blood, and the great lizard could swear that at least two of his ribs were shattered. New York’s champion was entirely spent of nuclear energy, all his reserves depleted in battle with the foe he had failed to put down. And yet, while his body stood broken, his spirit shone brighter than ever and he tried to limp forward. Tried to reach the foe who he knew would spell doom for the city he protected if he fell here and now. A pale, beaten shadow of his former self, Zilla still tried to fight on.

But such heroic levels of relentlessness would prove to be in vain.

Glowing red eyes shining with mindless rage, the once-benevolent King of Okinawa swung his fists forward in a double-handed cross. The impact of his hands colliding with Zilla’s boxy skull echoed with a sickening CRACK! that told its story well enough. Three trickles of blood running from the wound cracked into the lizard’s forehead, even the might of Zilla could not withstand such a strike; with a final hissing cry, the mighty defender collapsed to the ground with a deafening quake.

Raising his arms into the air, the simian god known as King Caesar roared an earth-trembling cry of triumph--but unlike all other times past when he had achieved victory, those who had just witnessed the terrible sight reacted not with joy, but with horror.

“Zilla! NO!” cried Nick Tatopolous as he watched his adopted son fall in the streets of New York, his voice all but entirely drowned out by King Caesar’s thundering bellow. Alongside the leader of H.E.A.T., his fellow comrades Elsie and Mendel, as well as an entire crowd of soldiers and civilians alike, recoiled at the sight of the city’s beloved guardian in his defeated state, their spirits plummeting like a stone off a cliff. Even the normally stoic face of French Special Forces agent Phillipe Roache, who usually did his best to keep his visible emotions in check, bore a somber face as he put a hand on Nick’s shoulder.

But none of their expressions held a candle to the looks of horrified guilt that royal Azumi Princess Nami Kunigami and her grandfather Tengan.

This is wrong, Nami thought as she watched their beloved guardian lumber towards the fallen Zilla with malevolent intentions, this is all wrong! He shouldn’t be acting like this!

The look in King Caesar’s eyes was not the one of righteous justice that they knew so well; instead his eyes seemed to be nothing but characterless orbs that shone with a hellish intensity anything but befitting a guardian. The once noble warrior-king of Okinawa who had protected all that was good for so long, had been somehow transformed into a violent brute of unthinking wrath. Both Nami and her grandfather knew that this was not the guardian they knew; he would’ve never even thought of committing such violent acts willingly. Something was definitely wrong with him, there was zero question.

King Caesar, beloved guardian monarch of Okinawa, was not in his right mind.

His crimson eyes shining with demonic fury, King Caesar bellowed seismically and lashed out with a foot, kicking the fallen Zilla in the throat. A rough gag retched from the lizard’s jaws, only for the leonine monkey to kick him yet again.

“Caesar, STOP!” Tengan begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as the former defender kicked the wounded iguana in the stomach.

“GET UP, ZILLA!” cried Audrey Timmonds at the top of her lungs, trying to encourage the irradiated reptile to keep going. “GET UP!”

King Caesar roared once more and jabbed his leg forth yet again, this time kicking Zilla so hard he sent the great reptile skidding a full one hundred meters away.

Nick winced again as he felt the impact of the blow rush over him. He knew that if Zilla continued fighting, he’d be as good as dead; there was no use in encouraging him to fight on. It was time to come up with a Plan B, and they needed to come up with it fast. But first thing’s definitely first: Zilla needed to get the hell out of here, right now. There was no telling how long his body could hold together before King Caesar’s brutal assault eventually became too much for even him to handle… … …

“ZILLA!” Nick cried out to get the lizard’s attention, “TO THE WATER, ZILLA! GO TO THE WATER!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sending him a command!” Mendel said as his fingers flew at seemingly warp speeds on his laptop, and within moments a series of high-pitched ringing sounds emanated from the hand-held computer at ultrasonic frequencies. Sure enough, Zilla’s eyes snapped open upon hearing them, and with a strained groan he reached out with a clawed hand to begin dragging himself along, towards the water… … …

… … ...before two great fists smashed down upon his boxy skull, inflicting a powerful concussion upon his already damaged head.

King Caesar howled a frightful roar as he raised a clawed hand behind him, but before he could bring it down he felt something tiny and fast strike him repeatedly and harmlessly in the side of the head. Growling in surprise, the giant shisa slowly turned around in the direction of the unexpected projectiles, and his glowing eyes narrowed into a ferocious glare.

Phillipe Roache aimed his sniper at the simian golem’s eyes and fired again, his own eyes narrowed in a seemingly fearless scowl. King Caesar didn’t even flinch, he simply gazed a death stare at the tiny human who had been so foolish to attack him. All eyes fell to him, wide and fearful at what he had just done.

“Wha-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’ MAN?!” cried Victor “Animal” Pelotti.

“Is he goddamn crazy?!” shrieked his wife Lucy.

Phillipe didn’t even bat an eye as he issued a single warning to his fellow human companions:

“Running would be a good idea.”

King Caesar roared a cry so loud he shattered all glass in the vicinity, pure rage overtaking whatever was left of his once-noble mind. At this, the others turned and began to run as the French agent had instructed… … ...but as they did, Nick was the first to notice that Phillipe wasn’t moving. His old friend was staying put, sniper still hoisted and aimed at the leonine golem. And when Phillipe fired again, King Caesar bellowed and began to thunder towards the man with a killer look in his glowing eyes.

“PHILIPPE!” Nick screamed, but the old patriot didn’t pay him a glance. He simply fired another shot into King Caesar’s howling face, seemingly rooted to the spot he stood as the giant shisa lumbered towards him with earth-trembling footsteps. The former guardian monster was moving at a slow pace, and yet was still gaining quickly on Phillippe who still held his guard with sniper a-shooting… … ...until then, after one shot straight into the kaiju’s face, Phillipe heard the unmistakable click! that he knew could only mean one thing. That his mighty weapon had run entirely dry, as King Caesar loomed larger than ever above him and raised a foot to flatten him like a pancake… … …

“GET OUT OF THERE!” yelled Elsie Chapman.

“PHILIPPE! NO!” Nick wailed… … ...

WHOOSH!

… … ...a second before a lengthy form of colossal proportions suddenly exploded from the water with an ear-rattling roar that sounded akin to a giant tiger. A massive Japanese dragon clad in glimmering jade scales leaped bodily out of the Hudson Bay in a beautifully fluid arc, gaping jaws slamming shut on King Caesar’s neck as he tackled the howling King Caesar right off his feet. Philippe couldn’t stifle a shocked gasp as the dragon pushed the massive golem to the ground, several vehicles being crushed in their impact and exploding into roaring infernos that burned like giant bonfires. The moment the beast made his grand entrance, his identity was unquestionable.

“Manda?!” Elsie cried out.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” asked Mendel.

Across from the flabbergasted Philippe, who was still amazed to be alive, Manda growled as he pushed against the ground with his small paws, trying to shove King Caesar further back, but the Okinawan god wasn’t having it. Howling with mindless fury, the shisa flung his arms out and smacked the Japanese dragon in the horned head, forcing him to relinquish his grip and recoil away with a bellow of pain. The moment the Ryu let go, King Caesar was upon him; like a feral animal, the monkey-like golem leaped upon his serpentine adversary and clamped his claws around his lengthy body, holding him to the ground. Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward and chomped down upon the dragon’s body.

Manda bellowed out, but despite the pain he looked to the humans before him and made a few ‘forward’ motions with his head, growling commandingly. Telling them to get out of here.

“PHILIPPE, COME ON LET’S MOVE!” Nick roared.

Only upon hearing his friend’s voice did the secret service agent finally muster the strength to move, and from there on it wasn’t hard for him to obey Nick’s request. Only when Philippe was amongst them did Nick finally give the order to retreat that was needed.

“Everyone, deeper into the city! Go, go, go!”

While the group found themselves finally fleeing amidst a crowd of other individuals caught in the crossfire, Manda roared and thrashed about as King Caesar shook his head like a rabid dog, teeth still clamped upon the dragon’s lengthy physique. But despite the seemingly sticky situation he was in, Manda was nowhere near helpless--and a plan of attack had already entered his mind.
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ShinGojira14 wrote: Thu Sep 09, 2021 9:36 am
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Manhattan, New York.


He couldn’t go on any longer.

Many battles Zilla had fought that pushed him to his limits, sometimes even far past them, but this was one where he could push no further. One of his legs was broken in three places, only barely able to hold him standing; his left arm was dislocated, his body covered in brutal bruises from a beatdown unlike any other. Even his right eye was swollen shut, his nostrils running with rivers of blood, and the great lizard could swear that at least two of his ribs were shattered. New York’s champion was entirely spent of nuclear energy, all his reserves depleted in battle with the foe he had failed to put down. And yet, while his body stood broken, his spirit shone brighter than ever and he tried to limp forward. Tried to reach the foe who he knew would spell doom for the city he protected if he fell here and now. A pale, beaten shadow of his former self, Zilla still tried to fight on.

But such heroic levels of relentlessness would prove to be in vain.

Glowing red eyes shining with mindless rage, the once-benevolent King of Okinawa swung his fists forward in a double-handed cross. The impact of his hands colliding with Zilla’s boxy skull echoed with a sickening CRACK! that told its story well enough. Three trickles of blood running from the wound cracked into the lizard’s forehead, even the might of Zilla could not withstand such a strike; with a final hissing cry, the mighty defender collapsed to the ground with a deafening quake.

Raising his arms into the air, the simian god known as King Caesar roared an earth-trembling cry of triumph--but unlike all other times past when he had achieved victory, those who had just witnessed the terrible sight reacted not with joy, but with horror.

“Zilla! NO!” cried Nick Tatopolous as he watched his adopted son fall in the streets of New York, his voice all but entirely drowned out by King Caesar’s thundering bellow. Alongside the leader of H.E.A.T., his fellow comrades Elsie and Mendel, as well as an entire crowd of soldiers and civilians alike, recoiled at the sight of the city’s beloved guardian in his defeated state, their spirits plummeting like a stone off a cliff. Even the normally stoic face of French Special Forces agent Phillipe Roache, who usually did his best to keep his visible emotions in check, bore a somber face as he put a hand on Nick’s shoulder.

But none of their expressions held a candle to the looks of horrified guilt that royal Azumi Princess Nami Kunigami and her grandfather Tengan.

This is wrong, Nami thought as she watched their beloved guardian lumber towards the fallen Zilla with malevolent intentions, this is all wrong! He shouldn’t be acting like this!

The look in King Caesar’s eyes was not the one of righteous justice that they knew so well; instead his eyes seemed to be nothing but characterless orbs that shone with a hellish intensity anything but befitting a guardian. The once noble warrior-king of Okinawa who had protected all that was good for so long, had been somehow transformed into a violent brute of unthinking wrath. Both Nami and her grandfather knew that this was not the guardian they knew; he would’ve never even thought of committing such violent acts willingly. Something was definitely wrong with him, there was zero question.

King Caesar, beloved guardian monarch of Okinawa, was not in his right mind.

His crimson eyes shining with demonic fury, King Caesar bellowed seismically and lashed out with a foot, kicking the fallen Zilla in the throat. A rough gag retched from the lizard’s jaws, only for the leonine monkey to kick him yet again.

“Caesar, STOP!” Tengan begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as the former defender kicked the wounded iguana in the stomach.

“GET UP, ZILLA!” cried Audrey Timmonds at the top of her lungs, trying to encourage the irradiated reptile to keep going. “GET UP!”

King Caesar roared once more and jabbed his leg forth yet again, this time kicking Zilla so hard he sent the great reptile skidding a full one hundred meters away.

Nick winced again as he felt the impact of the blow rush over him. He knew that if Zilla continued fighting, he’d be as good as dead; there was no use in encouraging him to fight on. It was time to come up with a Plan B, and they needed to come up with it fast. But first thing’s definitely first: Zilla needed to get the hell out of here, right now. There was no telling how long his body could hold together before King Caesar’s brutal assault eventually became too much for even him to handle… … …

“ZILLA!” Nick cried out to get the lizard’s attention, “TO THE WATER, ZILLA! GO TO THE WATER!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sending him a command!” Mendel said as his fingers flew at seemingly warp speeds on his laptop, and within moments a series of high-pitched ringing sounds emanated from the hand-held computer at ultrasonic frequencies. Sure enough, Zilla’s eyes snapped open upon hearing them, and with a strained groan he reached out with a clawed hand to begin dragging himself along, towards the water… … …

… … ...before two great fists smashed down upon his boxy skull, inflicting a powerful concussion upon his already damaged head.

King Caesar howled a frightful roar as he raised a clawed hand behind him, but before he could bring it down he felt something tiny and fast strike him repeatedly and harmlessly in the side of the head. Growling in surprise, the giant shisa slowly turned around in the direction of the unexpected projectiles, and his glowing eyes narrowed into a ferocious glare.

Phillipe Roache aimed his sniper at the simian golem’s eyes and fired again, his own eyes narrowed in a seemingly fearless scowl. King Caesar didn’t even flinch, he simply gazed a death stare at the tiny human who had been so foolish to attack him. All eyes fell to him, wide and fearful at what he had just done.

“Wha-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’ MAN?!” cried Victor “Animal” Pelotti.

“Is he goddamn crazy?!” shrieked his wife Lucy.

Phillipe didn’t even bat an eye as he issued a single warning to his fellow human companions:

“Running would be a good idea.”

King Caesar roared a cry so loud he shattered all glass in the vicinity, pure rage overtaking whatever was left of his once-noble mind. At this, the others turned and began to run as the French agent had instructed… … ...but as they did, Nick was the first to notice that Phillipe wasn’t moving. His old friend was staying put, sniper still hoisted and aimed at the leonine golem. And when Phillipe fired again, King Caesar bellowed and began to thunder towards the man with a killer look in his glowing eyes.

“PHILIPPE!” Nick screamed, but the old patriot didn’t pay him a glance. He simply fired another shot into King Caesar’s howling face, seemingly rooted to the spot he stood as the giant shisa lumbered towards him with earth-trembling footsteps. The former guardian monster was moving at a slow pace, and yet was still gaining quickly on Phillippe who still held his guard with sniper a-shooting… … ...until then, after one shot straight into the kaiju’s face, Phillipe heard the unmistakable click! that he knew could only mean one thing. That his mighty weapon had run entirely dry, as King Caesar loomed larger than ever above him and raised a foot to flatten him like a pancake… … …

“GET OUT OF THERE!” yelled Elsie Chapman.

“PHILIPPE! NO!” Nick wailed… … ...

WHOOSH!

… … ...a second before a lengthy form of colossal proportions suddenly exploded from the water with an ear-rattling roar that sounded akin to a giant tiger. A massive Japanese dragon clad in glimmering jade scales leaped bodily out of the Hudson Bay in a beautifully fluid arc, gaping jaws slamming shut on King Caesar’s neck as he tackled the howling King Caesar right off his feet. Philippe couldn’t stifle a shocked gasp as the dragon pushed the massive golem to the ground, several vehicles being crushed in their impact and exploding into roaring infernos that burned like giant bonfires. The moment the beast made his grand entrance, his identity was unquestionable.

“Manda?!” Elsie cried out.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” asked Mendel.

Across from the flabbergasted Philippe, who was still amazed to be alive, Manda growled as he pushed against the ground with his small paws, trying to shove King Caesar further back, but the Okinawan god wasn’t having it. Howling with mindless fury, the shisa flung his arms out and smacked the Japanese dragon in the horned head, forcing him to relinquish his grip and recoil away with a bellow of pain. The moment the Ryu let go, King Caesar was upon him; like a feral animal, the monkey-like golem leaped upon his serpentine adversary and clamped his claws around his lengthy body, holding him to the ground. Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward and chomped down upon the dragon’s body.

Manda bellowed out, but despite the pain he looked to the humans before him and made a few ‘forward’ motions with his head, growling commandingly. Telling them to get out of here.

“PHILIPPE, COME ON LET’S MOVE!” Nick roared.

Only upon hearing his friend’s voice did the secret service agent finally muster the strength to move, and from there on it wasn’t hard for him to obey Nick’s request. Only when Philippe was amongst them did Nick finally give the order to retreat that was needed.

“Everyone, deeper into the city! Go, go, go!”

While the group found themselves finally fleeing amidst a crowd of other individuals caught in the crossfire, Manda roared and thrashed about as King Caesar shook his head like a rabid dog, teeth still clamped upon the dragon’s lengthy physique. But despite the seemingly sticky situation he was in, Manda was nowhere near helpless--and a plan of attack had already entered his mind.
Very intriguing stuff, love how savage King Caesar is here.
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ShinGojira14 wrote: Neither. Hideki Anno wins because he writes a hilarious comedic satire movie where Shin and Legendary have to team up to destroy a grotesque crap-monster created by the constant toxic bickering of Shin fans and Legendary fans.
SoggyNoodles2016 wrote: Yup, my dad works at Legendary, the Nebulans are gonna be in the next movie and they're gonna get beat because Madison throws coffee in the leaders face.

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