This will be a rewrite of my original Soul of a Monster fan fiction, which I like to think had its share of success. Basically I didn't want to have to go through a whole series of stories for what I had planned, so you can probably expect anything between a single story and a trilogy of stories here, but no more than that. I'll make it as good as I can, though. Monsters featured (in some way) will include Godzilla, Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan and King Ghidorah, among others. Expect the mental conversation between Takuya and Godzilla (my personal favourite thing I've ever written) to turn up quite a bit later on.

This opening line takes its cue from an episode of Doctor Who, which I just think fits Godzilla.

Godzilla is © Toho

Sealed away in his endless tomb, the greatest of beasts. He lies, neither alive nor dead, waiting in the heart of eternity for the end days, when man shall hold the destiny of this world no longer.

He is the beast of all beasts. Neither good nor evil, beyond the concepts of angels or devils. A force of nature, born in the forgotten past, dormant for eternity, reborn in the fires of war and made whole by the sin of man.

He is fire, he is rage, and he is the storm in the heart of the sun.

GODZILLA:

SOUL OF A MONSTER

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THE EVENT

One day, Godzilla disappeared.

Once, the might of his rage had crumbled mountains, and torn the cities of man to the ground. All the weapons of mankind failed against his awesome power. His path of destruction could be seen from miles above the earth.

Then, one day, it happened.

On Ogasawara Island, not so very far from the coast of Japan, a last alliance of military might from all countries of the globe stood to face the might of the King of the Monsters.

There, in a hellish rain of fire brought on by machines of sophisticated slaughter, it seemed that at last, mighty Godzilla would fall. So great was the power brought to bear, that the very ground on which the monster stood broke apart, and Ogasawara Island sank into the churning maelstrom that the weapons of war had conjured.

Then, Godzilla rose from the waves, with neither pain, nor fear, nor rage, to strike back against the forces of almost every nation on Earth. And in one last, great act of defiance, he destroyed them all. In a storm of destruction greater than any that had been sent against him, not a single foe was left alive. The nuclear fires of hell were unleashed, and nothing survived.

Then, as he neared Japan, ready to vent his rage further, it happened.

He was gone.

With him, the other Kaiju, the towering titans of our time, vanished as well. Noble Mothra, the deity of Infant Island. Fierce and fearless Anguirus. Soaring Rodan. Even King Ghidorah, dread and dangerous horror of the stars.

All of them were gone, along with Godzilla.

Some say he was tamed. Some say he perished from his wounds.

The truth is far more surprising.

And the consequences will be greater than any could have imagined.

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It was after a single day, down to the very second, that the next link in the chain of events took place.

In a Tokyo hospital, nearly overrun with the wounded or dying victims in that last great strike on Godzilla, a young woman, her husband by her side, screamed one final time as she pushed a newborn life into this world.

But the newborn boy, as evident from the first moment, was different.

His eyes were a bright orange, burning with a cold, unnatural fire from the moment he was born.

They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul…

And there's the rather-more-fleshed-out (in my opinion) beginning. I'm hoping that the story to come will be among my best work, so here's hoping you all enjoy.

All reviews welcome!