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Prologue

The Behemoth woke from its slumber at the bottom of the ocean. It sensed something powerful awakening and growing stronger with each passing minute. Its strength was already close to the Behemoth's own, and the source was coming from a small island far from any major land.

The Behemoth rose from its resting place and swam to the surface of the ocean. Its mighty head broke through and it rose to its full height. Shaking its head, the Behemoth made its way towards the island with one purpose: To seek out this strange creature that threatened its land with its growing power, and destroy it.

The Behemoth's spines glowed blue for a brief moment then died down. Its tail lashed out into the sea, causing massive waves to crash down in every direction. A challenger had appeared to confront the Behemoth, and it was ready to accept it!

Clare looked up at the Destroyer, which had taken the form of the statue of the twin goddesses, Teresa and Clare. However unlike the statue which was a work of art and beauty, this form was twisted and horrible to look at. It towered over the mountains, an ominous and forbidding thing to behold.

"So, this is the form you wished for at the end..." She said to it, backing away slowly. Suddenly, as she sensed the nearby Yoki of Deneve and Helen, the Destroyer's mouths opened, and a ring encircled its heads like a halo.

She suddenly felt horror at what was about to happen and dashed away as fast as she could. However for all her speed, she did not get away fast enough. The Destroyer let loose its attack: Thousands of long spike-like projectiles shot out in every direction. Clare's eyes widened as more then a few of them were shot in the direction she was trying to escape.

She dodged out of the way violently, barely missing the projectiles. They crashed into the trees and rocks everywhere but none hit her. Hastily she checked the Yoki of her fellow warriors, only to breathe a sigh of relief: None of her friends had been hit. She increased her speed and sped towards them, determined to get them out of the line of fire before the next round shot out.

Raki was on his knees panting heavily. His right arm clutched his left shoulder in pain, due to the two small projectiles sticking out of it. He had not been expecting to see some...monstrosity to come bursting out of the crushed house where a person has been inside it. Priscilla had grabbed him and yanked him out of the way as the thing lunged at them. It soared past them and attacked one of the villagers, killing them. Raki had swung his broadsword at its head, neatly cleaving it off.

However smaller projectiles shot out of the stump and hit the villagers, buildings, and Raki. As he sunk to his knees in pain, he watched in horror as the villagers began mutating into more of the monstrosities which began attacking everything they saw. Ignoring his pain, Raki picked up his sword and began hacking the monsters apart. However for each limb he cut off, for each slash he made on them, more small projectiles shot out.

Priscilla suddenly grabbed him and tossed him behind her as the projectiles filled her body while Raki looked on in horror. Suddenly the projectiles shot out of her. However something different was about her. She was no longer the little girl that Raki had been traveling with. She now looked like a young woman. She stared at the monsters with disinterest.

"I have no time for this. I found the scent I've been looking for." She said quietly and suddenly was right beside them. Her arms shot out and she tore the monsters apart. She stood there in silence for a minute, with only the sound of Raki's panting filling the air. She began to walk off when Raki called out to her.

"Wait! Priscilla!" She stopped and looked back at him, the same look of disinterest on her face. "You found the scent you had been searching for...what do you mean?" He asked her, trying hard to control his breathing. Priscilla smiled.

"Just what I said. I've always been searching for the faint scent that clung to you."

Raki looked at her for a minute before speaking: "The faint scent...that clung to me?"

"But such a small scent that that appeared to vanish when we met, I smelled it just a little, and by now it has completely disappeared. But when those things that are sticking into you pierced me, I felt that scent clearly. It told me that what I'm looking for those things came flying from."

"So I no longer have any use for you. I'm going to head over there now." She said with a small smile, though it was anything but friendly.

Raki looked at her, then said: "Let me ask you one thing. That scent that clung to me, what does it smell of?"

"Who knows? I want to know that as well. No idea since it disappeared over time. I'm pretty certain that it's not the smell of you or your blood relatives."

Raki gave a small growl as the veins in his shoulder bulged and the pain increased. He knew he didn't have much time left, judging by what happened to the villagers that were hit by the projectiles.

Priscilla looked at him as he struggled. It was evident even to her that he was in pain. She smirked and began walking towards him.

"Well, alright. It seems that I will finally arrive at the source of the scent that I have been looking for. It's because you have guided me this far."

Suddenly she was behind him. Raki's eyes grew wide as he turned his head slowly to stare into her eyes.

"I should express my gratitude." She finished, raising her arm, posed to drive it into his back.

The projectiles flew far and fast. Though some of them hit the island in many places, some of them went farther, to the edge of it. The Behemoth had just made it to the island when the Destroyer released them, and was hit by them.

The Behemoth roared in pain and anger that echoed throughout the island. The projectiles stuck into its flesh and the parasites began to try to take over the Behemoth. Suddenly they all shriveled up and died, then fell off it.

The Behemoth roared once again, louder this time and more defiant. It could see the creature in the distance. The Behemoth's eyes narrowed as it sized up it's enemy. It certainly looked much different then anything the Behemoth had fought before, but that made no difference. Big or small, powerful or weak, they all fell to the Behemoth's wrath. This new enemy had attacked first, and had managed to hurt the Behemoth, and now it would pay with its life.

Clare, Deneve and Helen had just finished surviving the onslaught of the Destroyer's parasites when suddenly they heard a loud roar. It was unlike anything they ever heard of, and it filled them with terror.

"W-what was THAT?" Helen asked, trying to stop herself from shaking. "I don't know..." Deneve replied, looked everywhere for the source.

Clare stood there, looking off into the distance. "It wasn't the Destroyer, that much I know." She said softly. Helen and Deneve looked at her, silent questions on their lips.

"Let's get away from here." Helen said. "I do NOT want to be around if whatever that thing was that we heard decides to come this way." Deneve agreed and Clare stood there for a short minute before nodding and all three took off for the mountains. What they did not know however was that by doing that, they were about to give themselves a full view of a creature much more horrifying then any Awakened Being, Yoma or even the Destroyer.

Unbeknownst to everyone on the island, an old man watched everything that was happening from the safety of the mountains. He had been seen once before, in a forest, near a lake, and ultimately in a jail cell in a city on land far away. Years ago he had warned the people the danger that had come due to them choosing to forget the horrors committed during a war, and the terror and horror that rose to destroy all in it's path in the year 1954.

Now he watched as the Behemoth walked onto the shore of the island, intent on destroying the Destroyer. It had returned once again, but this time to challenge the new creature that had appeared.

The Behemoth reached the mountains and gave off another roar, signaling everything nearby of it. It then began to make its way towards the Destroyer, ready to fight. Out of the corner of its eye it saw some of the same insects that had caused its transformation, but it ignored them. There were only three and they couldn't do anything to it. And it was focused on only one thing: The creature in front of it.

"W-WHAT IS THAT THING!" Helen yelled loudly, staring in horror at the monster that had just appeared. Deneve could only shake her head at the sight of it. All three Claymores could do nothing but look on in awe, terror and horror at the massive creature that made it's way to the Destroyer.

Its size was incredible! It was only slightly smaller then the Destroyer! It walked on two massive legs, each foot large enough to crush even the tallest building in Rabona. It had what looked like jagged fins on its back that were a dirty looking silverish-white in color and its tail was long and powerful.

Its head was held high on a powerful neck and its face was long, like a lizard's with a mouth full of sharp teeth the size of trees. It's skin was charcoal black and it had claws on it's feet and hands, which were attached to short but powerful looking arms. There was a massive scar on its chest, as though it had a hole blown in it and it had healed over and scars all over its body.

But its eyes were what held the Claymores' gaze the most. Orange eyes that were intelligent and animal-like at the same time. Eyes that burned with hate, but also held cunning. Eyes that possessed an eternal fire, burning with rage and power.

The Behemoth was filled with an energy that surpassed any and every Awakened Being, Yoma and Claymore ever to grace the island. Clare trembled. Its power was far greater then even Priscilla's! If this monster turned on the inhabitants of this land, then there would be no possible way to stop it.

"I-is it an Awakened Being? DO THEY EVEN GET THAT BIG?" Helen demanded to no one in particular, watching the beast all the while. Clare shook her head, terror taking away any words she might have had.

"No." Said a voice behind them, making them jump and spin around, drawing their swords. There stood an old man in strange clothing wearing a strange hat, staring at the Behemoth.

"This monster is not what you call an Awakened Being. It is far greater then anything alive on this earth."

"You...you know about this...thing?" Deneve asked, alternating her gaze between the old man and the Behemoth. The man nodded then spoke one word:

"Godzilla."

Author's Notes: Huzzah for prologues, I guess. Godzilla in this has the same scar as he did from Godzilla Tokyo S.O.S. Steve Martin and Professor Hirotoshi Isayama from GMK are the two strangers in this story.