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Man is the God of this world. Man controls all it seizes. Man has all the power, all the love, and all the hate in this world. He oversees all creatures. Creatures of the night, and creatures in the rays of the sun. No matter how voracious or nimble they may be, man feels no limits. He captures, tortures, enslaves, condemns, and claims them and their homelands as his own. They all fear him. None can escape man.

But it was not always like this. Not for years. During the earlier years of Earth, man feared all walking, swimming, and flying creatures. They threatened his life all the days of every year. One by one, they all fell prey to these beasts, horrific deaths each day. He was not the ruler of the world.

But man did not give up. He died endlessly, but for the greater good of his species progression in history. He crafted weapons, primitive like their species, but both evolved to become much more advanced as the years passed. Soon, man was strong enough for his own civilization. Small at first, in simple villages. Villages turned to towns, towns turned to cities, cities to entire groups of cities called states, and so on. He had the power now. And the world was beginning to enter an era of peace. But man became power hungry, despite him already being the dominant began to fight with his species. War broke out, and man needed new weapons. So he created what came to be the testing of nuclear explosive. Massie damage was done to the areas where the bombs fell. And did man care? No. He had no concern of the lives of the ones unlucky enough that resided in those places.
What he didn't know however, was that he created a powerful weapon.

It was born between the 1940 s and 50 s in the French Polynesia.

When Zilla finally surfaced from under the ocean, she breathed in air and roared loudly. Her call was a distraught and anguished call, tired from escaping the US forces. She narrowly evaded death by submarine torpedoes and swam for her life once the humans thought she was dead. She had managed to swim to the shores of an unfamiliar beach. She walked ashore, the early morning breeze having little to no effect on her rough skin. The sky was still black, with hints of sunlight on the horizon. The city was very much awake. It looked familiar to New York: Flashing lights, huge billboards, and colossal towers stood beaming electric light down on her. The beach was empty; of course no one would be there that early in the morning. Zilla looked around cautiously, on the watch for any more tanks or defense forces. She saw none, so she continued to walk farther on the beach towards the city. Suddenly, she heard familiar noises: Tanks were firing mortar rounds, helicopter blades swiveling noises came out of nowhere, and explosions along with crumbling buildings could be seen behind the first few towers. She was ready to flee once more, for she would not survive any other artillery strikes. But they were not for her.

She felt the Earth shake beneath her feet. Something as large as her lurked behind those buildings, taking the lives of countless brave militia and army men. Whatever it was, she felt threatened by it s presence. She could not run any longer though. If she tried to flee, she would only be caught by the monster. So she stood her ground, locked her eyes on the buildings and roared her mightiest roar to show that she was not afraid.
What came out from behind the buildings shocked her.

Between two towers, a figure stepped into the neon lights of the city. It was big. Huge, in fact. And it was staring right at Zilla.

Godzilla had been roaming Tokyo, in search of his young son. He was glowing a hot red color with steam rising from his body. Zilla was immediately attracted to him, as was Godzilla himself. It was natural desires that brought the two to swim away from the city in search of an isolated island

In the dim light of the rising sun, Zilla lied down on a soft bed of leaves, courtesy of Godzilla. She waited for him to start. He stood above her, staring down with a fiery lust in his eyes. He could wait no longer. He set himself down comfortably and locked eyes with Zilla. Together, they would make a new creature. One Godzilla could truly call his own…

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In the mighty Amazon rainforest, a quadrupedal predator stalked its prey. Its glowing green eyes focused squarely on a brown howler monkey scrounging for food. The black panther was one of the most deadliest creatures in the world. Countless unrecorded humans were killed by this beast every year, and here it would take the life of this howler monkey and feast on its innards. With undivided attention to the monkey, the panther growled and leaped.
It never landed on its prey. The panther roared out loud in pain as he stopped abruptly in midair. It turned its head to see the most terrifying sight it d ever seen.

A large, crocodilian head, black and rigid, was staring back at him with a huge orange eye, its massive jaws clamped shut over the panthers body.

The panther tried to squirm and get away, but resistance was futile. With a swift motion, the monster swung its head skyward and sent the panther sliding down its huge throat.
After it swallowed, the beast let out the loudest roar in the rainforest, reminding all that it was he that ruled over this land. Then, he licked his chops and said to himself "Boy, that was a good appetizer!".

His voice was quite high, for he was still young. He looked nothing like any creature of the rainforest, because he was the only one of his kind living amongst the other animals. He stepped out of the edge of the forest and noticed that he was right next to the Amazon River.
This peculiar yet horrifying animal was a freak of nature, like his mother and father. Although his mother had died years ago, he was the spitting image of her. With a slender build and large jagged dorsal plates sticking proudly atop his back, this was the son of Zilla.

This was Zilla Jr.

And he was king of the Amazon at a young age.

He walked alongside the river, a smile on his face and a spring in his thundering footsteps. He hummed to himself no particular song, but rather a simple tone he had been creating for the past few days. Zilla Jr liked his life. He was satisfied with his home, his variety of food, and just plain out everything. And he was growing incredibly strong and large. Fast, very fast.
As he walked, a group of howler monkeys stood together on a knocked over tree, crossing the river. They all stopped and looked at him staring at them, and they held their breaths, terrified. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, they all sped away to the other side of the log and scurried into the safety of the tall trees.

This made Zilla Jr think of something that he thought of every day: He had no family. No one loved him or cared for him. All things feared him, so he had no friends or anyone to talk to. But was there ever a time that things could have been different? Like maybe he had a mother and father? His earliest memory was waking up in the ocean, almost entirely still asleep, being pushed by the current and some big rock or something. He passed out only to later wake up on the shores of a South American beach. From there, he made his way here, and he lived by himself all these years. But he was glad to be here. He was happy. He shook these thoughts out of his head and continued walking through the Amazon.

"Do we really have to go to the other side of the world, dad?"

"Junior, please don't argue and come with me!"

"Fine! Just promise to tell me that story you've hinted at a couple of times while we go there!"

Godzilla sighed to himself. "Okay! But let's get going right now. We need the head start." Junior smiled to himself and headed to the water.

Godzilla and his adopted son Junior were about to set off to South America to assist two allies of theirs: Mothra and Battra. Mothras twin priestess's, the Cosmos, had found Godzilla and pleaded with him to assist the two in an upcoming battle against an unknown yet predictably deadly force of enemy kaiju. He was hesitant at first, but he decided to accept their plea. Ever since he defeated Destoroyah back in 1995, he narrowly avoided the possibility of melting down and was restored to his normal self. Junior had survived the whole encounter, but he still needed combat practice in case a situation like that presented itself. This upcoming battle might help him, so Godzilla decided to bring Junior with him.

Junior popped his head out of the water. "Dad! Hurry up, let's go! The army's probably coming for us now! I think I might have accidentally stepped on a ship or two!"

"Oh great. As if we needed them hating us even more." Godzilla sighed again, then leaped into the water, starting his journey.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those confused, this is an alternate retelling of what happened after Godzilla vs Destoroyah and the 1998 Godzilla. This tells a story of what happened when Godzilla and Zilla had a child. And this also tells that Godzilla survived the battle with Destoroyah and avoided meltdown. So if this story interests or confuses you, please contact me and ask any questions!