Falling.

It was not a sensation Godzilla was used to.

All around him, the scenery seemed to rush by. Godzilla had no idea how long he had been falling, only that it had been for longer than it should have. He looked around him as he fell. The hole was now far away; he didn't know if it had closed or not. And without any sort of marking or distinct feature, he had no idea what or where he was falling. The only thing he was certain of was that it hot, hotter than any place he had been before and it was becoming darker. He could also hear the faint sound of what seemed to be screams and cries for help. Godzilla wondered what kind of torture was being inflicted to elicit such a response.

Damn it, where the hell had that mountain sent him?

Just when Godzilla thought that he was doomed to fall forever, he crashed hard on the ground, forming a large crater. Thanks to the high velocity at which he had plummeted, debris spewed forth from the crater, burying the monster king under tons of rubble. A brief moment passed before Godzilla managed to dig himself out of the makeshift tomb and pull himself out of the crater. He was sore all over, but aside from that he was relatively undamaged. And more importantly, he was angry.

Godzilla rose to his feet and surveyed the land around him. There was literally nothing but stretches of barren, scorched earth as far as he could see. There didn't seem to be any form of life, but Godzilla could still hearing the screaming and the pleas for mercy. Godzilla continued to look around, scanning for any signs of threats. He was about to move on when he heard a rumbling sound behind. The rumbling grew louder until it sounded as if the ground was being ripped apart by some unseen force. A shadow soon fell over Godzilla, but at least the rumbling had subsided. The monster king growled and whipped around, ready to face whatever foe had tried to sneak up on him. What he saw, however, was not what he was expecting.

Before Godzilla stood a large monolith, one that had to be at least 4 times larger than the 100 meter kaiju. The monument seemed to be hewn from the same scorched stone as the ground. But where had it come from? It couldn't have just grown out of the ground, could it? Godzilla began to feel a sense of dread. He was starting to suspect that he was no longer on Earth. Seven large words were carved into the monument. Seven words that no human, regardless of religion, ever wanted to hear or read.

ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE.

Godzilla wasn't quite sure what the words said or how they had gotten there in the first place. He did, however, understand one thing about the carved stone. It was a threat. And Godzilla didn't like it when anything, be it monster, machine or monument, threatened him.

The monster king's back spines began to glow, signaling the end of the monument. Godzilla opened his mouth and unleashed a burst of atomic fire. The monument stood little chance against the nuclear onslaught. Godzilla raked the beam in a zigzag pattern, making sure to strike every inch of the monolith. The monument soon crumbled into dust, small portions of it raining down across the area. Godzilla took a moment to survey his work before turning around to leave. He marched off, leaving the remains of the monument behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the dust seemed to make out a single word.

Lust.

Godzilla blinked once and the word was gone. He growled angrily before continuing on his way. This whole place felt wrong and he was eager to leave it as soon as possible. This place was not natural, even by his standards.


Godzilla trudged on through wasteland, his patience dwindling with each step. He had been walking for hours, and he had seen nothing. No sign of life, no indication of civilization, nothing. To make matters worse, the landscape of this strange place was starting to disturb him to. Every time he looked around, he saw what looked like faces and eyes forming out of the ground, looking at him. It didn't help that the faces seemed to be looking at him, silently observing his progress. On top of that, the screaming had only grown louder. Godzilla would give anything if only to obtain a few moments of peace. Godzilla continued to march on, keeping an eye for anything that showed some semblance of normalcy. And it seemed his prayers had been answered.

Off in the distance appeared the familiar outline of a nuclear power plant. Yet Godzilla hesitated. Any other time, he would have gladly absorbed the nuclear energy inside, but something about this plant made him feel uneasy. He growled suspiciously; why was this plant here, out in the middle of this desolate wasteland? Godzilla walked to it, spurred on by curiosity and suspicion. He wanted to find out what this thing really was and if it posed a threat.

He approached it, every step a cautious one. Yet, nothing happened. Maybe it was just an ordinary plant. Yet Godzilla could not shake the suspicious feeling. Nothing about this place was right; what reason did he have to think that this would be any different? After what seemed like an eternity, Godzilla reached the plant. He peered into one of the cooling tower, hoping that it really was what it appeared to be. What he found was both disappointing and disturbing.

Inside the tower was not a reactor but a nightmare made real. It was made tumorous flesh and organs, pulsing and shifting with every wheezing, gasping breath it took. Tendrils sprouted from every orifice, gripping and coiling the inside of the tower. 29 black eyes stared at the Monster King, and for the first time in his life, Godzilla felt physically ill. Just looking at this mass of flesh and eyes was making him sick. Just as he was about to turn around, the thing leapt from the cooling tower and latched onto him. Godzilla roared in surprise. The creature began to try and wrap its tendrils around the king, forcing Godzilla to try and keep it at arm's length. This was proving difficult, as the creature's flesh was covered with pus and other fouls oozes, making it hard to get a decent grip. Godzilla growled in anger. Enough was enough; he had overcome many foes in the past, and he wasn't about to lose to an overgrown cist with eyes. Mustering his strength, he hurled the Tumor Creature to the ground with all the might he had. The impact stunned the creature, and it barely had time to process what had happened before Godzilla's foot came down on it. Lifting his foot and bringing it down again, Godzilla stomped the creature into the ground. He didn't let up for a solid minute, and by the time he done, the creature was nothing more than a crimson stain on the desolate earth.

Godzilla turned in a huff. He didn't even bother to let out a roar to let the denizens of this place know of his victory. He just wanted to leave. And so, he set out in no particular direction, still hoping that there was some way out of this nightmarish place.


Godzilla growled in frustration, his anger mounting. It felt as if he was walking in circles, and for all he knew, he might have been. There had been no changes in the landscape since he had defeated that tumor demon, and he was starting to get sick of it. However, he had no other options, so he simply pressed on, keeping his eyes open for anything that might provide some form of escape or at least relief.

The king continued on his way, trying to keep focused on his task. But this was proving difficult, as the screaming had reached its pitch. It was almost deafening now, and it took every ounce of Godzilla's incredible will to just block it out and keep moving. A strong wind began to blow, leaving the king confused. There hadn't been the slightest of breezes before, so where was this wind coming from? Suddenly, something on the horizon caught Godzilla's eye. It looked liked a storm cloud, but Godzilla knew that it was anything but. There was something about the way it was approaching. It didn't drift in like regular clouds, but writhed and moved like some giant snake. Lightning shot forth from it, and as the cloud rolled closer, Godzilla could hear screams, the same screams he had been hearing ever since he arrived here. As the cloud move closer, Godzilla could see exactly what it was made of. It was something that caused an unfamiliar sensation to creep up his spine.

People. The storm cloud was made of thousands of humans. Their faces were twisted in agony and horror, and they were all moaning, screaming, and crying. Some were pleading for the pain to stop, others were begging for someone to save them. Godzilla roared in surprise. What could these humans be so afraid of? Yes, they were often terrified when he or one of his kaiju brethren attacked one of their cities, but this was different. What could possibly be so horrifying that it would elicit such a response?

Before Godzilla could properly process what he was witnessing, the swarm of humans collided with him. The sheer force of the impact caused the Monster King to stumble back, struggling to keep his balance as he planted his feet. The onslaught was relentless: The humans rushed past him, some clinging to his scales in a vain attempt to stop whatever was happening to them. It was all for naught, as the wind was simply too strong and carried them away no matter how tenaciously they clung. Godzilla struggled to push through this hurricane of the damned, but he might as well have been fighting gravity itself. It was just too strong. He continued to push on, but it only became more difficult as he forced his way through the cloud. There seemed to be no end to it. And the screaming! It was beyond deafening now. It was all he could hear, even as he roared in an attempt to drown it out, even through all the moaning and pleading, the screams rose above every other sound. Godzilla felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare. Was this what it felt like for the humans? Was this how they felt when he came ashore?

Then just as soon as the storm had come, just as Godzilla began to think that there was no end to the madness, it abated. He pushed his way through at last, collapsing as the cloud of humans moved on. He stayed there on the ground for a few more seconds, catching his breath. Was that it? Was the worst over? Godzilla hoped so; what more could this place throw at him?

He was about to get an answer.

As Godzilla got to his feet, he saw something that truly shocked him. Standing before him, as tall and silent as a monument, was another Godzilla. Godzilla couldn't even begin to shake off his shock as he continued to look at the doppelganger. Unlike the Mechagodzillas and SpaceGodzilla, this one seemed to be an exact replica of the original. However, as Godzilla continued to stare at the other Godzilla, he noticed that there were some very distinct differences. The Godzilla in front of him was covered with scars, and seemed to be missing an eye. The other Godzilla was also a more reddish color as opposed to be charcoal grey. Godzilla roared out to the copy, hoping for some answer, yet the doppelganger remained silent, simply standing there and staring out across the scorched and barren plains. Godzilla let out a huff; he had no choice. He had to inspect this creature and see if was another of his species or just some trick conjured by an unknown foe.

With his goal in mind, Godzilla made his way toward the other Godzilla, moving at a cautious, slow pace. Slowly, he approached the copy, which had continued to just stand there. After a few minutes, Godzilla stood directly in front of the clone. He leaned over to sniff it; he had to see if its scent was genuine. As Godzilla went about his inspection, he didn't notice that the copy's eye started to glow red. And that's when all hell broke loose.

Without any warning, the Godzilla copy split itself open. The upper half rose into the air, revealing a massive maw of teeth and tentacles. The chest opened in a similar way, showing even more teeth and tentacles. Godzilla roared in shock. He had been expecting something unusual to happen, but nothing like this. The copy continued to war and change. Two spindly arms burst from the side, each one ending in three vicious looking claws. A vile face emerged from under the copy's mouth, revealing a sinister mouth filled with teeth and a single red eye, glowing with malice and insane glee. The parts of the demon that were originally a part of its disguise still jutted out of it, creating a mishmash of Godzilla and hellspawned creature. Before Godzilla could completely recover from his disbelief, the creature attacked, sending multiple tentacles to constrict and coil around the king. Godzilla roared as the tentacles ensnared him, and began to thrash in an effort to get them off of him. The demon didn't give him the opportunity.

In a supreme show of strength, the demon lifted Godzilla into the air and slammed him back down with enough force to create a large crater. The ringing hadn't even left Godzilla's ears when the demon lifted him back up, intent on sending him back down to the ground. Godzilla's dorsal plates flared up, igniting the tentacles that were wrapped around them. The King fired his atomic breath onto the tentacles that still ensnared him; the tentacles were no match for the stream of pure radiation. Godzilla angled his body towards the demon and slammed into it with the force of 45 freight trains going over 200 miles per hour. The demon fell to the ground, the wind knocked out it, with Godzilla on top of it. Godzilla began to rain blows upon the demon, refusing to allow it even a second to catch its breath. Each punch and claw swipe knocked out multiple teeth. So focused was Godzilla that he didn't notice the demon's arms sneaking behind until they had grabbed his shoulders and threw him away. The demon glared at the Monster King. Never before had it needed to work so hard just to devour one soul!

As Godzilla rose to feet, eager to continue fighting, he saw that the demon was changing. The already large mouth on its chest was widening and expanding, filling with more and more teeth. The demon now resembled nothing more than a giant maw filled with teeth and tendrils. Godzilla took a step forward, but before he could do anything else, more tendrils lashed out, ensnaring his neck, arms, legs, and waist. As he struggled to free himself, the demon began to drag him towards it, opening its mouth wider, salivating in eager anticipation. Godzilla glared at it; this had gone on long enough. This thing wanted to eat him? Fine. He would be more than happy to show it what happened to the last monster that tried to do that.

Without warning, Godzilla charged forward. To any other onlooker, it would seem that Godzilla had either become suicidal or just blinded with rage. However, the Monster King knew exactly what he was doing. He would use the same trick he had used on Orga. As soon as Godzilla was mere inches from the titanic mouth, he began to charge his atomic breath, his dorsal plates glowing bright blue. He plunged head first into the maw, and for a brief moment, the demon was satisfied, content with having won a hard-fought meal. However, it's joy soon turned to horror as Godzilla's dorsal plates changed from bright blue to burning orange and his body began to grow hotter. The demon barely had time to fully register its colossal mistake before Godzilla let loose a supercharged nuclear pulse, completely obliterating the foul demon. Godzilla threw his head back and let out a triumphant roar. No one could beat him! Not aliens, not gods, not even demons!

He was the King of the Monsters!

Godzilla's victory was cut short, though. Before he could take even a single step in any direction, the ground beneath his very feet gave way. Godzilla didn't even have time to try and grab onto anything as he fell through the unstable ground and plummeted even further into the abyss. And as he tumbled down into the darkness, Godzilla realized something. That demon wasn't the end of his trials.

It had merely been the beginning.