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Authors: Shippersdreamer and GodzillavsRayquaza
Banner Artist: FatBaconUnicorn
Wordcount: 7,061
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Godhood.
Throughout all of history, deities have been worshipped. To explain why certain things happen in nature that the sciences of the time could not explain, or as symbols to personify concepts. Many chose to believe in the hope that the higher power will grant them something beyond this painful, wearisome life. Others, to say that the gods were why life is awful, as something to blame and point the finger at instead of accepting the chaos responsible for all existence.
Whether they believe in multiple gods or one absolute God, whether they say the gods are perfect or that they are just as, if not even more so, flawed as humans, belief in divinity has defined humanity.
But what would a real god be like? And more importantly, how much power would they really have? Would it truly be a higher power, absolute and above all mortal issues?
Or would they be just as temporary as us in the grand scheme of things?
Standing within orbit of the planet Earth was a holy knight. Silver and golden armor coated every inch of his form, revealing nothing of whatever existed beneath. A golden medallion resembling an ancient depiction of the Sun rested upon his forehead, glistening as the true star’s rays reflected off it.
Utsuno Ikusagami was the form taken on by Susanoo, the god of the oceans and war when something was too powerful for his standard divine form to handle, the joining of his power along with that of the sun goddess Amaterasu’s. He waged war against darkness across the whole universe, nothing in existence able to withstand his might.
Then, why had his home become this?
Earth’s land was coated in dark green, from corner to corner the continents were painted the same. The planet’s essence was warped, a brilliant tapestry of variety turned into a homogeneous gel.
Something down on the surface beckoned to him, drawing him to descend. As he broke through the atmosphere, the changes became even more apparent. But this was overshadowed when he sensed… it.
Power, overflowing and unending. It was overwhelming, even countless miles away. That had to have been what had done this, nothing else could be responsible. The dark-green forests below came into clear view, jagged fields of strange plant-matter, and they carried the same essence of the immense presence.
For the first time in so many millennia, Utsuno felt doubt in his ability to overcome.
But, perhaps this beckoning was some kind help? That gave him some hope as he approached it, the essence being the only thing distinguishing the patch of forest from the rest.
Utsuno’s armor disappeared in a flash of light, folding away into nothingness as he touched the ground. When it was done, in the god’s place stood a man with long, grey hair and a similar beard. He was cloaked in ornate robes, adorned with gold trimmings. A metallic bird stood over him, elaborately designed with gold and silver, gems embedded into it.
Susanoo looked around, his wild-looking hair waving with each turn of his head. “Hello,” He yelled out, “who has summoned me to this place?”
Suddenly, there was the shriek of a large creature. His gaze snapped towards it, witnessing as a wyvern with a skin texture just like the trees charged forward through a clearing, six eyes which glowed red focused on him as its maw opened wide. The deity’s hand went to his sword, but before he could draw his blade, twin streams of azure energy passed over his head.
The Servum screamed as the beams tore through its torso, detonating its body. Shards of metallic plant matter scattered, falling like rain. His heartbeat skyrocketed at the sight of the rays, for even with the passing of time, those could only belong to one being.
“You finally arrive,” Came a deeper, noble-sounding voice.
Turning around, Susanoo drew his sword as a figure dressed in immaculate robes of royalty hopped down from a tree. Long, dark hair fell down over the sides of his head, a crown keeping it somewhat contained.
“What are you doing here, Tsukuyomi!”
The war god started to rush forwards, yelling a battle cry. The next words that came out of the target of his hatred stopped him in his tracks, leaving him baffled.
“I’m not here to fight you, you fool, I’m here to help you!”
Sheathing his blade, Susanoo’s eyes narrowed. “How do I know I can trust you?”
The lord of the underworld gestured to the world around them, “You sense the power so far away. It pains me to say this, but I cannot defeat that on my own. I need assistance.”
“I want to stop this,” Susanoo replied, guard still raised as he talked to his estranged brother. “For humankind. I can sense that they still exist, in some small capacity. But, why would you care about this world?”
Tsukuyomi breathed in deeply. “Long ago, our mother and father created many worlds and weaved a beautiful tapestry of creation. Then one day, they tainted the beauty they formed by adding sentient mortals. The crown jewel of their creation, which we stand upon now, received the worst of them.” His voice lowered during that last sentence, barely concealing rage.
“I am familiar with your hatred of humankind, you have failed to answer—“
“I do not do this for the writhing insects upon this gem! I do this, because one being, and one being alone, has torn my parents’ most beautiful creation asunder and replaced it with his own design!” He seethed angrily, before taking in a breath. “I owe them that much.”
Susanoo, in stark contrast to his opposite giving in to wrath, remained calm. He studied his eternal enemy carefully, eyes narrowed. “He has declared himself this world’s new God, and that fills you with a greater hatred than anything.”
“Yes. So, will you accept my offer?” The smile the moon deity flashed filled the warrior god with trepidation, but he saw little other option.
“Nothing else was able to oppose this thing?”
“Look around you. Surely, if anything in this world could challenge it, they already would have.”
Sighing as he ran a hand through his hair, Susanoo considered his options. Either fight Orochi then battle this strange presence, or risk being stabbed in the back. Seconds passed as he contemplated, but eventually he reached his conclusion.
Tsukuyomi sounded genuine, he supposed…
“It’s a deal.”
Soon, two colossi moved through the skies, both of very different natures. One, Utsuno Ikusagami, who’s presence caused sunlight to shine down upon him. It took effort to not turn and attack the other, for his comrade at the moment was the very beast he had attained this form to defeat in the first place.
Eight heads upon serpentine necks jutting out from a colossal body of crimson waved through the air, casting their gaze over the landscape. Crowns of horns adorned each head. A humongous tail trailed behind the serpent, ending with an array of spikes.
Orochi once again moved across the mortal plane.
And with his presence came disaster. Volcanoes burst open, spewing rivers of molten rock and choking smoke. The earth shuddered beneath them, splitting apart and creating vast canyons. Storms raged in the heavens above, casting down many bolts of lightning.
“Well, if he didn’t notice us before, he certainly does now!” Utsuno’s voice echoed.
“Don’t worry,” came the rumbling, hellacious bellow of Orochi. “He already knew something was wrong in his proclaimed domain, and unless you intended on a sneak attack, this has changed nothing. And I know you, brother, you are not one to be strategic.”
He was right in that regard, for even though destruction erupted all around them, the holy warrior’s own divinity shone as a beacon in the chaotic turmoil of the Earth’s reaction to Orochi. His armor shone in the sunlight, glittering with divine energy.
“What can you tell me of this foe? Surely there must be something I should know before this.” The godly knight questioned.
“Yes, I have witnessed the struggles of the humans against him, and I was able to see something important. They attacked the spines on the beast’s back, which hampered him in some way. Unfortunately, this was all I was able to gather.”
Utsuno scoffed to himself, keeping it quiet to ensure his “ally” did not hear him. “Truly you have the wits of a go—“
“He is close,” Orochi hissed as a whole forest began to be swallowed by another giant canyon. One of the mountains began shuddering before a massive explosion stopped Orochi and Utsuno in mid-flight as a massive wave of energy crashed into them and sent them sprawling down onto the ground below. As they stumbled up, the unlikely duo watched in awe as rock and dirt rained down from above. A colossal figure, taller than the tallest mountains itself rose to its full height. The God of this new Earth unleashed a powerful, booming roar before looking down on his opponents.
For the second time that day, Utsuno felt his resolve waiver slightly at the sight of the massive creature before him. Orochi’s 8 heads spit and roared angrily, showing no signs of fear at the sight of the creature that was nearly blocking out the sun for the both of them.
Godzilla’s eyes narrowed at the intruders. These were the two that had disturbed his slumber and was the current cause of the disaster surrounding him. Lightning screamed across the sky as a great torrent of magma boiled out from one of the crevasses left in Orochi’s wake. Godzilla could sense something off about these intruders, but he heeded it no mind. With another roar, he began to walk towards them. Each step caused the earth to tremble in his might.
With a hideous shriek, Orochi trampled forward and all eight of his heads breathed hellish flames. One of Godzilla’s thick legs was wreathed in unholy fire as Orochi rose up and fired jagged bolts of red lightning across Godzilla’s body, energy dancing off of the gigantic monster’s hide. Utsuno quickly rose up and fired off a powerful blast from his medallion, narrowing his eyes under the armor as ripples of energy coiled around the spot where he attacked.
Godzilla stood motionless as the two gods assaulted him. He watched them carefully, before lifting up one of his arms and swiping his claw lazily at Orochi. Although he was able to dodge the lumbering attack, the wind that bellowed after it was enough to throw him off balance. “He’s mocking us!” Orochi shrieked angrily.
“No. It’s worse than that,” Utsuno countered, firing another medallion beam. The wave of energy crashed into Godzilla’s side, once again that ripple of energy bounded out all around Godzilla. “He doesn’t even see us as a threat. He has some kind of shield. If we can’t penetrate it, we’ll never win.”
Godzilla waved his arm in an attempt to swipe away the two deities, Orochi swaying in the air when the blast of air threatened to blow him away and he gave a low grunt of discomfort as another torrent of unholy fire washed over him. Even though the flames wouldn’t hurt him, he could still feel the unnatural heat from the strange monster.
Utsuno flew around the titanic monster, scanning for any weak point he could exploit and finding nothing. With a flash, his sword appeared in his hand as he dove downwards. The shimmering blade met a wall of crackling electromagnetic power, a grand shower of sparks erupting as the god pushed against it. With a mighty shout, he forced it through the field, carving open a hole which he descended through.
If he had one guess, the fact that these back spines were a weakness of the immense beast had something to do with this shield. Not wasting a moment, he shattered one of the spines in the process of stabbing into the wall of dull-green flesh before him.
Utsuno was nearly thrown back as the deafening roar of pain carried across the landscape, rising above even the chaos of the surrounding environment. It was the mightiest noise he had ever heard, and if his ears were still that of a regular human’s, he would have been deafened.
The warrior god lifted an arm, channeling his energy to form a golden javelin. Another set of the dorsal plates was cracked apart when he tossed the weapon into them, sending shards of their matter tumbling down. Sliding down the now thrashing colossus, his hands wrapped around one of the towering structures. Blue bolts traveled down his arms, surging through his touch and into the plate, reducing it to dust with a blast.
Before Godzilla, Orochi noticed the dimming of the shield and took advantage. All sixteen of his eyes shined with crimson power, which he discharged in a storm of divine wrath. Another bellow of pain erupted as the weakened shield gave way, allowing the streams of energy to carve burning trenches on his flesh. Relatively, they were shallow, but it was the very fact they inflicted anguish that made them noteworthy to the living monolith.
For eons, he had gone without this feeling. Only two times in recent memory had he felt the sting of such a mortal sensation. The first, trapped within a vast complex of winding metal that he had thought destroyed for thousands of years. The second, at the jaws of a being beyond even him, which descended from blackened heavens and drained him with its bite.
These two had forced it upon him once again, for their own reasons, whatever they were. It seemed he was always at odds with all things he did not spawn himself. Such was life as the apex of life, he supposed. But, he would not be where he was if he could not defend himself when the situation actually required it.
Utsuno, plotting out what to do next to continue weakening his foe, pulled his sword from the body and held it by his side. Suddenly, he comprehended a shadow falling over him for a moment, before a brutal strike launched him like a ball. As he soared, he glanced back, seeing the swinging tail where he had just been.
Then his whole vision was filled with dirt and shattered trees as he slammed into the ground at almost Mach speeds. Orochi watched the blast of earth shoot skywards, snarling as he turned back to meet the gaze of the towering behemoth before him. Flowing electricity danced up the spines of Godzilla, some of it bursting out and dispersing from the damaged spines. But the damage to him was not enough to stop the growing power from spreading out over his sides. It coalesced before the mouth into a single point, glowing like a miniature star.
Stomping the ground in front of him, the king of destruction narrowed his eyes towards the deity. Orochi shot forth eight streams of scarlet lightning from his own jaws, but they looked puny before the beam of electromagnetic power that speared forth. Swallowing the divine beams whole, the Atomic Breath continued until it crashed against the hydra’s form.
Utsuno arose to see a gargantuan explosion towering skyward, the waves ripping apart the landscape. Godzilla’s eye rolled over towards him, spotting the silver and gold spot against the otherwise dull background. Ceasing power to his atomic ray, the new apex rapidly channeled his power down towards his tail.
And with a swing of it, sent a colossal crescent of azure light flying across the landscape. The divine warrior, the world still slightly blurry from his sudden impact, was unable to react in time before it crashed into him, hurling him even further backwards like he was made of paper.
The world world seemed fuzzy as Utsuno tried to clear his head, dirt and dust collapsing all around him as he struggled to rise, only to find himself buried underneath what was once one of the mountains of the land. His whole body ached but his eyes flashed with golden power as he flexed his razor sharp wings. They easily shredded through his temporary tomb, large chunks of rock imploding on themselves as the divine god rose up into the air, holding his hand aloft. His sword appeared within a moment’s notice, shining a blinding light across the land.
Utsuno was unable to see his unlikely ally, but with a hero’s courage he surged forward with newfound determination to end this vile threat to his once former home.
Electricity crackled in the air, surrounding Godzilla’s damaged back and he fired another atomic ray at the charging god. With a mighty yell, Utsuno brought his sword up, channeling his mighty divine power as the beam shield formed and pushed the god back. Godzilla’s power flowed around the shield, digging into his armor with crackles of electricity but Utsuno charged through, brandishing his sword that seemed to be imbued with the sunlight itself before swinging it down against Godzilla’s chest in one fluid motion.
A cut appeared at Godzilla’s chest. Then it spread, cracking the bark-like skin into a deep gash. Godzilla gave a loud howl of anguish as a spray of sap-like blood burst out from his chest and coated the landscape before him. His tail lashed up, energy crackling down his damaged spines to the tip.
Quick to press the advantage, a spear of glistening light appeared in Utsuno’s palm and he shot it out like a lightning bolt. It pinned Godzilla’s tail into the ground as the apex tried to fire his tail attack again only to have it erupt like a volcano around him. Through the cloud of dust and smoke, Utsuno began channeling his awesome power into one last attack to end this fight and free his home once and for all.
The Devil-Crushing Amaterasu Light rippled free of his medallion, dispersing the smoke as it surged forth. The darkness was banished for that brief time as it crashed against the living mountain’s chest, a massive series of blasts that forced Godzilla to backpedal as the wound only grew worse.
Tree, stone, and earth defied gravity for a moment when they bursted up somewhere behind Utsuno. The crimson deity emerged, soaring into the air. Burns covered his form, blood oozing from various wounds. But pain was swiftly snuffed out by pride and hatred, demanding the fallen god smite the false overlord.
Orochi returned to the battle, all eight mouths opened. Hovering over Godzilla Earth’s head, the serpent released geysers of supernatural flame from every maw to coat the colossus’ skull. The landscape was bathed in orange light as the inferno spread down the body, parting like a river around a stone when they reached Utsuno’s attack.
The space war god kept applying pressure to his assault. The cracks were spreading across his foe’s chest, a blackened crater being forged at the impact site. The groan of pain that escaped Godzilla rolled across the landscape. It felt like a weight was lifting off Utsuno’s chest.
And then like that weight came down twice fold when the apex of evolution took a step forward. Through the flames of hell, a piercing blue speck bore into Utsuno’s mind. Godzilla’s tail, a hole in it that was swiftly sealing shut, rose into the air and began to glow. Another step forward, the groan of pain shifting into a call of wrath.
Within his construct of divine light and steel, Susanoo felt his breath grow heavy. How could something like this even happen? What shifts in the chaotic fabric of reality had to occur to birth a being that the lords of creation could not swiftly vanquish?
Orochi’s fire ceased, being replaced by eight streams of crimson lightning. They carved trenches into the king of destruction, but instead of flinching, the energy in his tail merely diverted, traveling towards his face.
Were they truly facing the new God of Earth? The god of the moon giving into his base hatred, and the lord of the oceans combined with the goddess of the sun’s power, and they could barely oppose this aberration.
Was it an aberration at all? Or had Godzilla always been destined to exist?
Dread sank its talons into Susanoo’s heart, and for a moment, his faith in justice failed. Justice served no purpose in this world, one where all his struggles were pointless as they only paved a path to end the planet he loved and replace it with nature’s heartless zenith.
Utsuno screamed, an echoing roar of blazing emotion as the stream of holy power swelled and crackled with runaway power. Orochi screeched in shock and backed away as his whole world became luminance before the absolute immensity of the blast.
Godzilla Earth screamed as he was thrown off his feet, hurled across the plains like a toy by an explosion that a nuclear bomb paled next to.
The world went dark for Susanoo. In his temporary purgatory, he calmed down. The thoughts he had were driven by fear, a potent poison that can turn the most intelligent men and women into mindless beasts. Perhaps he was right, perhaps not. He could not know.
He awoke, back in his human-scaled form, lying in dust. The metallic bird, Amani Shiratori, landed next to him. It brushed its head against his side, checking to make sure he was ok. He smiled, patting its cold head. “Ah, you’re just as compassionate as your maker, aren’t you?”
“What the hell was that!?” Tsukuyomi, also returned to his usual form, yelled. “Look around you!”
They were in a crater, an absolutely gargantuan one. Nothing remained within it, the trees reduced to ash. For miles around, Utsuno’s madness fueled attack had purged everything.
“I do not know.” Susanoo earnestly replied. “I… lost myself for a moment there. Amaterasu warned me of this, of what would happen if I controlled Utsuno and my heart wavered for even a moment. The fact that the planet’s still intact is a miracle.”
“What!?” Tsukuyomi grasped his temples, rearing his back in an aggravated shriek. “You almost destroyed the planet, and us, because you got a bit upset!”
“I was so much more than just a bit ups—“
“It doesn’t matter exactly how mad you were, you, you absolute—“
“We dealt with him, didn’t we! Godzilla is dead, it doesn’t matter now!”
Before the argument could continue, the slightest echo of an all too familiar roar reached them. All the anger towards each other lost its fervor, turned into a mixed maelstrom of emotion at the revelation. Even Amano flinched, wings flailing in shock as it jumped back.
“We take a moment to rest, then work together instead of both just attacking him at the same time, got it?” Susanoo quickly commanded.
“No complaints here!”
Hundreds of miles away, rising from a smaller crater, the living monolith poured oceans of blood from his body. Organs exposed to open air pulsed and hummed with an azure hue. Some threatened to fall out, dangling down and swaying with the apex of evolution’s slightest movements. Regeneration that the greatest scientists of humanity had never fully figured out the specifics of began to retract them back into his innards, as bark-like skin began to grow back and shield the delicate organs. From his back, spines as good as new emerged, sending the old, broken ones tumbling to the dirt like stones.
With a roar, Godzilla announced to creation his fury. From the trees, thousands of Servum entered the air, swirling around the nature god like he was their nest and they had been alerted into defensive action. Surrounded by his offspring, Godzilla began to march.
The divine brothers rested somewhere outside of the ruined wasteland they had created, silently sitting in separate shades. The palpable tension rested over the scene like a fog, until it became too much for Susanoo to bear. He broke the silence.
“Tell me, how did you get back here? How long have you been here?” He asked.
Tsukuyomi sighed. “I just drifted back to this world, I suppose. In my prison, I felt nothing. It was as if I slumbered, and only just recently awoke. The sun and moon have done their cycle around the planet about thirty times. I saw the remnants of humanity battle that thing, and fail at every point. I saw… something descending from darkened heavens, I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
Tsukuyomi tried to repress the memories of the thing that nearly killed Godzilla, the thing that made him, a god, feel pathetic and minute in the scale of existence. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw it. The golden coils, the eldritch warping of the skies, the powerlessness of the king of destruction, and the accursed calls of the entity.
“You didn’t try fighting it already?” Susanoo questioned, breaking the moon god of his stupor.
“I was weakened upon my arrival, and by the time I regained the power to transform, I fully realized I stood no chance alone.”
Susanoo took a moment to think, before speaking again. “Well, I prophesied that when you returned, you would bring happiness to all mankind. Perhaps you helping me as you have is the fulfillment of that?”
“Perhaps. Speaking of which, where exactly have you been all this time?”
Susanoo’s breath grew heavy. “Where have I been, for the eons that have passed, as the Earth was torn apart and molded in a new image? This universe is dark and foul, evil crawling up from every corner. I have crusaded across the cosmos, unaware as the planet I cherish most has become this.” His head was hung low, his voice growing quiet. “This will haunt me for the rest of my days.” He said more so to himself than to his brother.
“And what of the other gods?” Tsukuyomi inquired. “Where have they been?”
“I know not.”
Tsukuyomi stood straight up, suddenly yelling. “What!? How can you not know, where are they all?”
Susanoo only grew more reclusive, a deep, weary sigh leaving his lips. “Gone. The realm of gods is… badly damaged. I saw no one when I last came there. Not Mother, Father, or Amaterasu.”
Tsukuyomi grabbed Susanoo by the neck, lifting him into the air to meet him eye to eye. “If you let them die with your idiotic pursuit of justice, I swear I shall—“
“Amaterasu still lives, I do not know where but Amano’s continued existence is proof of that. Whatever happened, she escaped.” The war god tensely replied. “Unhand me!” He shoved his brother away, breaking the grip and putting them both on even footing. Tsukuyomi growled, turning and walking away.
The spite between the two never faded before their rest ended, and they set out.
Miles away, Godzilla continued his march. He was surrounded by hordes, yet still felt as lonely as he always had. The Servum were not companions, they were mindless beasts, either predators that meant nothing to him or, at his command, extensions of his own will.
The closest thing he had ever known as a companion, a child forged accidentally from his shed cells, had been taken from him. The humans, the cancerous pestilence that had brought him into this existence of either crushing loneliness or constant war through their own horrid hubris, had taken that spawn away from him.
The crimson serpent, he hated. But the silver and gold warrior, he felt the purest wrath towards, a fury that would not be bothered by the very planet’s face being disfigured in the pursuit of his demise. He could sense that the knight fought for humanity, and that alone was enough to make the apex of evolution want to reduce the divinity to a molten lump of iron and steel staining the earth.
Both sides fully understood one thing as they approached each other. This would be a final battle, but for who was the real question.
The next day, when the fallen gods had regained their strength, they set out at first light as the sun shone a dim orange over the horizon of metallic metal and fog. The forms of Orochi and Utsuno Ikusagami burst from the trees and charged fearlessly towards the scourge of the Earth. With a mighty roar, Utsuno reared his hand back and a spear of light once again manifested in his hand and he threw it like a javelin, soaring the energy spear across the landscape towards the dark shadow against the sun’s horizon. It exploded against Godzilla, ripples of bioelectric energy forming his shield as it absorbed the blast.
“The creature seems to have regenerated it’s shield capacities,” Orochi commented as they flew closer, swerving to avoid the shockwave blast from Godzilla flicking his tail at them. “Do you recall what you did to break the shield during our last battle?”
“Yes, it was somewhere around his back,” Utsuno said, flexing his powerful and sharp wings towards a steeper angle. “I’m not sure where though.”
“Then that is what we must target.” With a bellowing, wicked roar Orochi dove downwards, earthquakes ripping the ground where he flew over and belching out plumes of lava that erupted into melting steam as it touched the tainted air and the tainted fauna. With flailing necks, Orochi belched out the fires of hell like a frothing demon, the air shimmering with the intensity of the heat.
Godzilla groaned, feeling the hot flames lick against his bark-like skin. He bellowed loudly into the air, the force of the sound pushing Orochi back as the Ultimate creature raised his foot high into the air, eyes glowing with malicious hatred before he stamped down., Orochi only being saved as Utsuno swooped down in a flash of silver and dragged the dragon god away. The entire area trembled and in the distance a mountain crumbled to dust from the force of Godzilla’s stomp.
Soaring high into the air, Utsuno rammed his shoulder and one of his sharp wings against Godzilla, carving a spiral pattern around the creature’s shield before he pulled back and raised his sword and dove in with a furious cry, slamming it through the shield and directly onto Godzilla’s back. The shield pulsed and sparked with power as it tried to dislodge the sword, Utsuno pushing the blade into Godzilla’s rough hide with the sound of splitting wood and a shriek of pain from the titanic monster.
The air around Godzilla began to shimmer as Utsuno pushed harder against the hilt of the sword, uncaring as the intense heat began to burn against his skin and melt his armor to his flesh. It was only when the pain grew too intense that he forced himself back as the air around him seemed to be melting. Godzilla was sinking into the ground, his skin burning and bubbling as the very ground was turned into melted, liquid material that sloshed around and set everything it touched on fire. Orochi moved back, firing bolts of red lightning from his eyes only to have them explode when they made contact with the giant dome of heat that radiated from Godzilla.
“No!” Utsuno yelled in frustration, but paused and took a calming breath. He mustn’t lose his temper so easily again. He wanted to save his home, not destroy it. “No.” He said, and from his medallion a massive beam of energy crashed forward, pushing through Godzilla’s overheating form and collided with the superheated air. With a grunt, Utsuno poured more power into the beam, until it finally broke through and slammed into the melting hilt of his sword and drove what was left into the organ that generated Godzilla’s shield. The sudden heat abruptly stopped as Godzilla screamed in agony, flinching forward from the intense pain. “Now!” Utsuno bellowed, swooping down and grabbing the still dripping hilt of his sword and channeling his power to extend it into its beam form. With a ferocious yell, Utsuno began carving it upwards until it reached Godzilla’s upper back and he ripped the sword out, carving off another one of the larger dorsal plates in the process. Blood and sap burst from Godzilla’s back like a fountain, and the ultimate monster howled in agony when Orochi stomped underneath him and fired 8 concentrated beams of hellfire directly upwards towards his skin.
Godzilla’s lower half was bathed in flames, a great trumpeting roar like that of a thousand elephants dying at once boomed throughout the air and nearly made Orochi drunk with satisfaction and bloodlust. With an unholy shriek of delight, Orochi’s 8 heads fired the chaotic lightning all at once, shrouding Godzilla’s body with red sparks of electricity that caused the great leviathan to writhe in pain.
Utsuno held his melted sword aloft, the hilt shimmering with holy energy as the blade hummed with a rich deep blue. He swooped down, swinging his energy sword across Godzilla’s chest, causing more sap-like ichor to erupt from the wound. Godzilla flailed his mighty arms, trying to swat away the little god as Utsuno rammed his wings against one of his arms. He ground viciously against Godzilla’s arm, sawing into it with his razor sharp wings until Godzilla reached out and grabbed him with his other hand and hurled him up into the sky at breakneck speeds with his mighty strength.
Seeing his opponent weakened, Orochi began frantically climbing up Godzilla’s body, salivating and bellowing as he nimbly avoided Godzilla’s overarching arm and latched all 8 heads onto the wounded arm. He bit and cawled, the taste of blood fresh in his maws as bark-like skin broke. Orochi hissed eagerly, charring Godzilla’s muscles and bones with his flames before with a sickening crack he tore off the leviathan’s arm completely and began devouring it between the 8 heads, screaming with raw sadistic joy as Godzilla screamed in agony.
Godzilla had never felt pain like this before, even when the metal city had threatened to overwhelm him. With the golden warrior speeding back from the heavens, Godzilla knew he had to end this fight now. He threw Orochi to the ground and stamped on him, keeping him pinned as he began to charge his atomic breath. Great plumes of electricity burst from his broken dorsal plates as his whole body was wreathed in his power, crackling and zipping along his veins and towards the front of his mouth as he stared down at the dragon god in defiance and rage.
With a thunderous roar that made even Orochi temporarily deaf, Godzilla suddenly angled his head up and fired straight up at Utsuno Ikusagami, the force of the blast slamming Orochi into the ground so hard that he was seeing stars.
Utsuno’s eyes widened as he swerved to avoid the massive atomic breath, only realizing too late where the beam was headed. He watched almost in slow motion as it rammed through the air, where the Moon, Orochi’s former prison, hung overhead. Inside his metal armor, Susanoo knew what he had to do, and bowed his head a little. With a defiant shout, he hurled his energy sword towards Orochi and burst into the air, flying around the powerful atomic breath and outspeeding it as he wheeled around and fired a massive medallion beam, clashing with Godzilla’s atomic breath in mid-air.
Utsuno was immediately thrown back by the power Godzilla was pouring out, but through clenched teeth he poured every last bit of his holy power into his medallion beam, his determination unwavering to save the last of Mother and Father’s untouched realms. Slowly, he began to push Godzilla’s beam back towards the earth.
The two beings locked eyes, both full of hatred and determination respectively. Godzilla took one massive step forward and poured even more power into his atomic breath, his spines shrouded in electricity. The beam slowly began to inch back towards Utsuno. Closing his eyes, Susannoo knew that if he wavered again, he would annihilate the earth. The beam was too fast to dodge at this rate. “I’m sorry, Tsukuyomi.” He said under his breath, before a blinding light overtook him.
From the ground below, Orochi watched helplessly as Godzilla’s atomic breath engulfed Utsuno Ikusagami, the last holy warrior left on this barren gemstone and soared upwards into the sky. It pierced through the atmosphere and continued into space. With a final blinding flash of light, a large chunk of the Moon itself had been ripped from its place, scattering into space and never to be seen again.
There were so many more things he had wanted to say to his brother, but they would never reach his ears. At that moment, Tsukuyomi fully regretted his betrayal all those cycles ago. Perhaps if he had not rejected his fellow gods, this could have all been prevented, the pantheon could have stayed full and the Earth would not have fallen under the domain of this abomination.
His sixteen eyes looked up, at his former domain torn asunder. Godzilla turned, metallic tendons emerging from the stump of his arm began the process of rebuilding. Tsunamis already raged, crashing against the shore as the effects of the moon’s devastation wracked Earth. Orochi met the king of destruction’s eyes, those hollow orbs holding no desire for mercy.
The gods could have done nothing. If every warrior of the divine realm had come down upon Godzilla, he would have incinerated them all. Perhaps, that was where they had all gone in the first place.
A voice spoke through his mind, filling it as Godzilla continued to stare.
“Tsukuyomi, flee! Flee as far from this place as you can!”
It was Amaterasu. His sister, the goddess of the sun. “I am still on this world, I walk amongst the last descendants of humanity who remained here! It is through their new god I speak to you now, the moth goddess of the Earth.”
A second voice, one resonating and blissful. “It is not too late for you to escape with your life, moon god.”
One of his serpentine jaws clamped shut around the melted sword of Utsuno, lifting it up as he did his best attempt at a fighting stance in this unwieldy form.
“Amaterasu, I am sorry. I am a wretch and a coward. Jealousy of you compelled me to betray all I knew, and made me escape the deaths of the rest of the gods when I should have been there with them.”
“Tsukuyomi, please! I feared speaking with you and Susanoo, I did not wish to distract either of you from this battle, but it is too late now! This will forever weigh on my conscience already, the least you can do is escape with your life!”
Orochi roared with seven bellows, charging forth with his anti-gravity flight. “To live any more as a coward would be a worse fate than death. I am truly sorry, dear sister, forgive me if you can. For all I have done. But, I must join our brother.”
He shut out the pleading of his sister as he raced towards the plant-like colossus, the new ruler of the Earth staying silent. Swarms of Servum arose from the raging waters now rushing over the landscape, shrieking as they descended upon Orochi.
Walls of fire erased hundreds of the creatures, staining the waves with ash, leaving nothing between the god of the moon and the celestial body’s destroyer. Godzilla stood as still as a statue as Orochi drew close.
The head wielding the ruined Sword of Snake Karasi thrust forth, only for the remaining arm of the apex of evolution to lunge forward, wrapping the hand around a cluster of the serpent’s necks. The sword fell from the maw as it gagged and coughed, dropping into obscurity far below.
Surging electromagnetic power shrouded Godzilla’s spines, flowing down and through his arm. Pressure sufficient to pulverize a mountain crushed the serpentine throats, as horrid levels of electricity surged through the fingers and into the necks.
With a burst of smoke and blood, Orochi lost five heads, which dropped into the surf and became feasts for the living Servum.
Three shouts left his remaining mouths, before bolts of crimson power shot forth, burning chasms in the hide of Godzilla. He bellowed mightily, not out of pain. The roar which shook the earth itself focused into a stream of rushing might, enveloping the rogue god.
Scales and flesh were cast aside and reduced to nothing, the serpent crying out in agony as he tried to fight back, but it was of no use.
“May you all forgive me, even if… I do not.” Tsukuyomi thought as the colossal form disintegrated fully.
There was a flash of light where the crimson beast once was, and from it fell a limp form resembling a human, dressed in ornate robes. Tsukuyomi splashed into the water, his comatose body being set upon by the Servum and messily devoured.
Once more, Godzilla Earth was alone. He looked up, acknowledging that the night sky would forever be changed, but he cared not. He was eternal, and nothing would change that. No matter how much the planet changed, he would remain. He felt the urge to hibernate, the time irrelevant, for time had lost all meaning for him millenia ago.
Far away, a goddess weeped. Adorned with a flowing gown, her face as radiantly beautiful as the Sun with blonde locks to match, Amaterasu was wracked with bitter anguish. The twin priestesses tried to comfort her as best as they could, in the shadow of the colossal egg housing a true aspect of Earth, but the antennae-possessing women could say nothing to abide her suffering.
She was the last of the gods who were there when the universe was formed. And it was because of her, of her misguided belief that they could stand a chance against the king of destruction, that her brothers were dead. She had not even had a chance to speak with Susanoo, out of the idea that her presence would distract him too greatly to overcome, when the mere fact of what they were fighting already doomed him.
The gods’ creations had finally reached a point where they surpassed the deities they once relied upon. The divines were temporary, and He, ever present.
WINNER:
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really enjoyed this match. You guys did great here!
A finely done match all around! Enjoyable premise and an interesting bout throughout. Using Susanoo is such a refreshing change of pace, and the two of them bounce off each other nicely.
