Godzilla in Hell: The Novelization
Prologue
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Once, in a more peaceful time, it was the second-largest city in Brazil. It was one of the most visited destinations in the world; thousands upon thousands of people would flock to see the great statue of Christ the Redeemer. To enjoy the sunny beaches, dine on exotic cuisines, and to take in the natural beauty that Brazil offered. It was truly a paradise.
But now that felt like a lifetime ago. Now Rio de Janeiro had simply become another battleground to two bitter foes. One a prehistoric force of nature enhanced by the atomic fires of man; the other a cosmic terror born from the cells of the first, fueled by a lust for power and a burning hatred for its "brother". The landscape had been torn asunder by their fight: Moguera, a powerful machine designed to prevent an occurrence such as this from happening, lay utterly destroyed, pieces of it scattered all over the area. Pieces of a similar mecha, Kiryu the Mechagodzilla, were also strewn about. Building were toppled over and crushed into dust; fire raged uncontrollably, causing thick black clouds of smoke to rise into the air. The bodies of the poor souls who tried to escape or fight lay scattered across the ruins of the once great city. Even the moon had not been spared; pieces of it now floated aimlessly through space, a terrible reminder of the power that the spaceborn monster possessed.
Looking at the scene, one could easily mistake it for Hell itself.
Godzilla snarled in rage, his dorsal spines flashing blue. There had been many foes over the years, but this one was one that he loathed with every fiber of his being. The creature before him was a mockery of all he stood for. Whereas he was a force of nature, neither good nor evil, only existing to defend the planet and remind the humans of their place, this...thing was a malevolent demon, taking sick pleasure in the death and devastation he caused. Godzilla had hoped that he been destroyed a year ago, but looking at his cosmic twin, he realized that was merely wishful thinking. This time would be different, however. This time, Godzilla would make sure his malicious clone stayed dead.
SpaceGodzilla clenched his fists, eyes burning with barely contained loathing. He had travelled all the way through the cosmos to this insignificant spec of a planet to kill the monster in front of him. This was not the first time he had faced his "older brother", but he would make damn sure that it would be the last time. The space demon's shoulders flared with cosmic energy, signalling the battle was to about to begin anew. Energy began to surge around him, bolts raking the area, leaving burnt scars in the land. A stray bolt destroyed the Christ statue, turning the once great monument into nothing more than charred rubble. The cosmic demon let loose a blast of his Corona Beam. The jagged beam of orange energy snaked through the air, striking Godzilla with the force of an exploding star.
Godzilla let out a screech of pain and stumbled back, but he refused to go down. He would be damned before he gave this impostor the pleasure. He fought back to his feet, ignoring both the impact of the Corona Beam and the fact that it was ripping the scales from his body off. He marched through the beam of cosmic energy, fueled by rage and determination. The king inched ever closing, ignoring the pain, ignoring the beam. He was focused only on making his "little brother" pay for all the destruction he had caused. After what seemed like an eternity, Godzilla finally stood face to face with his cosmic doppelganger. It was time to show SpaceGodzilla just how...unhappy he was feeling right now.
Godzilla's back spines flashed blue once again, and he unleashed a mighty torrent of atomic fire from his maw. The blast hit SpaceGodzilla point blank in the face, causing the deep space Godzilla to fall back. Godzilla took a moment to catch his breath, allowing himself a brief moment to let his healing factor repair the damage that had been done to him. Fire still clinging to his charcoal skin, the king looked down at his fallen "brother". The sheer force of the atomic blast at such a short range had managed to knock SpaceGodzilla unconscious; he would not stay like this for long. If the two "brothers" shared anything, it was the ability to heal rapidly from any wound and an unbridled determination that drove them. Godzilla knew that he would only have a few seconds before the cosmic demon regained consciousness and tried to resume his murderous quest. He stomped on the cosmic monster's chest, letting out a roar of triumph, letting the world know that victory was nearly his. Opening his jaws, Godzilla let out another atomic blast, the azure beam striking SpaceGodzilla directly in the face.
SpaceGodzilla opened his eyes, and immediately felt excruciating agony. His entire vision was filled with blue fire, and it didn't take him long to put the pieces together. He knew that unless he did something and quick, his existence would soon be null and void. Though he knew it was risky, he fired his Corona Beam directly into the stream of nuclear fire, hoping it would be enough to stave off oblivion for a few more seconds. Cosmic energy and atomic radiation collided with each other, pushing against each other, each beam trying to overpower the other. Energy and fire washed over both combatants, setting their bodies ablaze and devastating what little was left standing, yet neither would back down. Each was determined to win this struggle or die trying.
Now, it was not uncommon for two monsters to fire their beams at the exact same time, resulting in the two beams either cancelling each other out or one beam overpowering the other. However, at the times when such an event occurs, they were at long range. This time, the two beams were locked at close range. With no room to push or disperse safely, there was only one alternative. An alternative that would prove to have disastrous consequences.
The unstable energy caused by the beam lock began to ravage the land. The earth split and shook; huge gashe and cracks appeared in the ground, spreading out and destroying everything around them. The very land of Rio de Janeiro was being ripped apart by the rampant energy. The two beams, radioactive and cosmic, began to build in intensity, releasing more and more energy. Yet still the two monsters paid no heed, so great was their hatred for one another, as they continued to fire their beams. Atomic and cosmic energy continued to collide, building and growing more unstable, until something finally gave.
An explosion, far greater than even the Castle Bravo tests of the 1940s, blossomed forth from the colliding energies. A white light, brighter than even the sun, washed over the two titans as well as the remains of Rio de Janeiro, burning and vaporizing all that it touched. From the smallest blade of grass to the tallest tree, nothing was spared from the light's burning touch. The whole scenario lasted for only a few seconds, but it would be remembered for an eternity. The light soon died down, and revealed the terrible effects that the battle had on the once pristine city.
Rio de Janeiro was no more.
Parts of it, broken off by the earthquakes that the battle wrought, had sank to the bottom of the sea. The parts that had managed to stay intact, but they were charred beyond belief. The white light had burnt everything, and what it hadn't touched, the aftershocks of the earthquakes did. But the most startling features were the corpses of Godzilla and SpaceGodzilla. The two monsters were burnt beyond recognition. Blackened strips of skin hung from exposed bones, and there was not an ounce of muscle or tissue to be found on the bodies. It would take many years before it would finally sink in, but no one could deny the solid truth before their eyes.
Godzilla and SpaceGodzilla, two of the most powerful and terrible kaiju in existence, were finally dead.
Godzilla was unsure how long he had been unconscious or where he was when he finally awoke, but the sight that greeted him when he opened his eyes was not what he been expecting.
Before him was legions upon legions of winged beings. The first thing Godzilla took notice of was that their wings resembled those of his ally, Mothra. Beyond that, they looked almost identical to humans. They flew around him, saying things in a language that he did not understand. One thing he did understand, however, was that he was getting rapidly annoyed. He was about to lash out at one of them when something caught his attention.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary mountain. But the more Godzilla looked at it, the more he realized that the mountain was not composed of just rock, but of body parts as well. Kaiju body parts. As Godzilla continued to look on, he could make out the various parts that composed the monoliths. At certain points, he could make out Anguirus's spiked carapace; at others, he saw what looked like Rodan's wings. No matter what part of the mountain he looked at, there was always a part of a Kaiju. Kumonga's legs, Titanosaurus's fins, King Caesar's ears, Baragon's horn, it was as if a piece of every kaiju Godzilla had fought with and against was a part of this mountain. What really bothered Godzilla was the parts that wasn't covered with rock or flesh. He wasn't sure what they were, but just looking at the mountain filled him with a sense of nausea and dread.
Before Godzilla could ponder exactly what he was looking at any further, the mountain, for lack of a better word, seemed to shift. All at once, a thousand eyes of a thousand different shapes and colors opened all over the mountain. And each eye was focused solely on Godzilla. Hordes of the winged beings fluttered around the mountain, almost as if they were oblivious to what it actually was. Godzilla could only stare at the sight before him, his mind trying to process the...abomination before him. Then, as suddenly as it had awoken, the mountain began to speak to Godzilla. A voice, firm yet kind and gentle, began to talk. Godzilla took a step back in surprise. Not only could he understand the voice, he could hear it in his mind and his ears.
Submit. Serve Peace.
Submit. Serve Peace.
Submit. Serve Peace.
Godzilla stood there, his eyes widening then narrowing. Was this thing telling him what to do? No one told him what to do! Godzilla growled; he would show this...mountains what happened when you tried to command the King of the Monsters. He still wasn't sure what it was, but it would learn its place soon enough. One of the winged beings had fluttered up to Godzilla while all of this was occurring. Godzilla looked down at it, staring as it hovered only a few feet from him. A thought entered the king's mind. He would show the mountain why not commanded the king. Before the winged human could react, Godzilla crushed it between his hands; the crumpled form of the winged human dropped when Godzilla parted them. Godzilla looked down at the broken form before looking back at the mountain, glaring at it.
The mountain shuddered and glared back at the monster king. The voice spoke again, but it was not in a gentle tone. This time, the mountain sounded angry. A blast of rainbow colored energy spewed forth from the mountain at Godzilla, pushing him back. The mountain continued to rumble and speak.
You musn't defy peace!
Serve peace! Submit!
Serve Peace! Submit!
Godzilla roared back in response. He would never serve anyone or anything, especially not some mountain made of body parts.
The mountain shuddered once more and its glare seemed to increase tenfold. Another blast of rainbow-energy, much stronger this time, forced Godzilla back even further. Behind him, a hole in the ground opened up, and Godzilla swore he could hear something coming from the pit. He also noticed that he was precariously close to the edge
You shall learn to submit to peace!
One final blast was all it took to send Godzilla plummeting into the pit. He roared in anger. He didn't care what this mountain was. He was Godzilla. He would never submit.
Yet, as he fell into darkness, a sense of dread crept up on the monster king. The sounds he heard coming from the pit were louder now and there seemed to be more of them. Godzilla didn't know where or what he was falling into, but he was certain of one thing.
He was about to face a challenge unlike any other.