The heart continued to beat, practically spitting in the eye of nature. It was an impossibility, a blasphemy, on all the laws of creation. Its master, the giant monster of chaos and death, for whom in pumped dark, wicked blood, was gone. It had been destroyed in the very fires it spewed from its terrible maw; the Fire of Armageddon. The heart should have been nothing more than a mass of dead flesh, unmoving, non-living.

And yet, despite these circumstances, it continued to beat.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

The scientists who were ordered to study it after it was retrieved from Tokyo Bay by the JSDF, gave the tank in which the heart sat frightened looks. Even their ordered minds, filled with the notions that everything could be explained rationally, knew that something on the supernatural plane was happening. Science was useless.

Finally, they all reached the same consensus. The heart had to be destroyed. So, it was removed from its water tank and dropped into a smaller one, filled with acid. Even though the substance had been created to eat through steel in seconds, the collected mass of professors and doctors knew that it would take some time before the muscle dissolved. They simply sat in a dead silence, watching with wide eyes.

Finally, the beats stopped, and the heart vanished. They all gave a sigh of relief. The JSDF marked the acid as a possible weapon, if another Kaiju attack occurred. The scientists were congratulated, and were sent home, after being sworn to secrecy.

The entire event was classified and filed away. The public had no idea the heart had even been found. In their mind, Godzilla was dead. It was time to forget about him and move on.

Once again, they decided to forget. The soldiers decided to forget their fallen comrades. The government decided to forget that they were fallible. The scientists decided to forget the low, melodic heartbeats of the disembodied organ.

Which was why, ten years later, the demon walked the earth again, its soulless white eyes aimed for Japan.

And within its large, thick chest:

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

I thought it was time for me to write a Godzilla fanfic. I love the film series, so… yeah. GMK is one of my favorites (despite its flaws, which, no matter what the obsessive fan says, it does have), and… I wrote this.

Long live the King.