And the Devil Herself

Godzilla arose from the ground, shaking the sand from his back spines and his scales. He rumbled a bit, glancing around at this new landscape. He buried his way through the land, doing exactly what the voice told him to. It was sundown and the moon was just rising in the east. Godzilla's ruddy brown eyes sparkled in the light as he glanced around. The landscape itself was barren, dusty, and craggy—beaten down by winds and weather. This was not the landscape he came from, not the features he was use to. There was no sign of moister here, not even a shallow pool of water. A few withered brushes dotted here and there over the sharp, angular hills. Godzilla licked his lips, tasting salt in the air. He wiped his eyes, feeling the dryness in them. Was this the place his father went to? What would possess him to go to such a horrible place? Why not to the ocean, back to the water, where it's cool and moist? Why here of all places? Godzilla snarled at the thought, the smaller creatures truly had control over his father. Now, he will rescue him. He heard a song in the air. A siren called out to him beckoning him closer.

We'll rescue him together…came the thought.

Yes…Godzilla agreed. Together…

Why the voice wanted to help him reclaim his father, he was not certain. But he knew that he would need help. The smaller creatures made his father even stronger and more powerful than before his disappearance. Godzilla recalled the massive pain he received from 'Mechagodzilla', the sharp tendrils going down his throat, the lighting from his father's mouth. He pushed that memory from his mind and trudged onward, towards the source of the thought he sensed.

He stopped for a moment, smelling the air around him. There was moister now. Gone was the salty, dry air that he tasted. Godzilla glanced around, watching as a carpet of grass rolled over the rocky landscape of the desert. Flowers blossomed, giving off a myriad of illumination. The scent was pleasant to him. And it led him to the source. When he found it, he stopped and stared in wonder. He sensed the creature, the strange and rather enormous green colored reptile before him. He was not afraid, but he was curious about this creature. He sensed himself inside this creature, much like what he sensed when he first saw Mechagodzilla. He stood still for a moment, wondering if this creature will attack him as well.

I won't attack you…

Godzilla blinked. He could hear that voice clearly in his mind as if his mind were his ears. He understood everything that voice said, every word. (If you would to call it words.)

I wish to help you…help you bring your father back from his imprisonment by the smaller creatures—the humans.

Humans, so they had a name for themselves as well. This strange being seemed to know a bit about them. Perhaps she also felt threatened by them.

Strength in numbers…your father loves you. The humans have tricked him, lied to him. They turned him into that metal monster you see now. He has not the strength to fight them, we must help him—free him.

Free his father, he agreed with that thought. How was this creature communicating with him? Godzilla became confused, though he was entranced by this new creature that was like him. He slowly crept towards her, sniffing the air and staying alert just incase this was some sort of trap. His tiny, pointed ears twitched a bit, listening to ever sound that the new creature made. He could smell that she was female, which could be easily determined by the cent she gave off. Godzilla came closer to the strange reptilian creature. She was much taller than he was. His head came up to her chin. He felt something rest itself on his shoulder and he flinched in shock.

Do not be afraid…

Godzilla soon awoke from his entrancement, sensing that this had to be some sort of trap set for him. His back spines lit up, fluctuating the energy up. He could feel the familiar burn in his mouth when he was about to fire his strange heat weapon. Still, a mystery to him on how he was able to get such a weapon—it has proved handy at times. Especially in situations like this. He pulled back, feeling the tendril tighten its grip on is shoulder. His lips were about to part, ready release the heat building up in his throat.

You do not wish to attack me…but I will make sure all goes to plan…

A tendril reached out, fastening his jaws shut like a muzzle on a dog. Godzilla struggled against the hold, grunting. He was forced to swallow the building heat in his throat. He never had to do that before. He swallowed his flames, feeling it painfully burn his stomach. He let out a whimper of agony as the fire burned inside of him, scorching his stomach. Smoke seeped out through his nostrils and through some of the gaps in his mouth. His eyes squinted shut, tearing from the pain of the fire.

It will be over soon…

On the outside, Godzilla was virtually impervious to anything. Not even the human's weapons could wound him. But on the inside, he was as vulnerable and as fragile as rice paper. He could smell his own scorched innards and taste the iron in his mouth from his own blood. She let his mouth go, allowing him to gurgle up the ichors from his throat. Godzilla leaned over and spat on the ground, his fangs now stained with his own blood. He knelt down, coughing, barely even able to growl. His breath weapon was now inoperable for a while. It would take a few hours before his body could heal the damage inside his stomach, even with his super regenerative abilities. Godzilla could not believe what happened, he swallowed his own breath weapon.

He felt the tendril roll up his neck and crawl up to the side of his head. He had not strength left to fight the tendril off. Then, he felt a piercing pain jab him under his jaw. Godzilla let out a yelp of pain just as he felt something pierce his protective natural armor. He glanced down, noticing where the cord was, embedded into his throat. He felt a small squeak except his jaws as he fumbled down, leaning his back against the hulking creature that had captured him.

Sleep…and wait, Godzilla…

Sleep, that was what he needed right now. Sleep, and rest, to recuperate from the damage in his throat. He slowly began to close his eyes, his eyes fluttering sleepily as he rested up against the great monstrous form. He felt something being pulled over him, cradling him and keeping him warm as he drifted off into slumber. Sleep, and wait—wait for his father to return to him like he promised.

"Godzilla has shown up," General Garrison announced over the comlink with Gordon Knight. "We just got video feed of the monster a few minutes ago. Biollante has him."

"We'll send Kiryuu over right away then," said Gordon. He lowered the comlink and glanced back at Q. The scientist was tied to the chair, his right arm covered in heavy foam so that he would not use it to escape. He was gagged at the mouth and he gnawed at the fabric. Gordon chuckled for a moment, tapping his hand on the panel in the control room. Mike crossed his arms, leaning his feet against Q's chair.

"Now, don't worry," said Gordon. "When this is done, we'll let you go. We just don't want you to interfere with our plans right now."

Q's nostrils flared as he began to breathe heavily. Bound and gagged, this was not what he had panned that would happen.

"Kiryuu is ready for launch," said Katsura.

"Okay," Gordon nodded. "We're ready, Garrison. Send Kiryuu the coordinates where he needs to be."

"Sending," said the General.

"I have them," Kiryuu announced through the speakers.

"Okay, launch," Gordon ordered.

With the Absolute Zero Cannon inside Kiryuu's chest, Gordon hoped that this would be an easy fight. Will leaned against the wall, staring back at Q, then back at Gordon. He never wanted his friend to be bounded and gagged, but he knew that this would be the right thing. Godzilla does not deserve to die, he still had a purpose. This monster did not deserve to die either, but she tormented Kiryuu. Everyone, even Gordon, was insistent that she be destroyed immediately. Kiryuu wanted this to be over soon.

Outside in the parking lot, Kiryuu glanced around for a moment. He took in a deep breath, gathering his mental strength for the fight. Then, with a slight nod to what the future might hold, the great mecha leapt into the sky, firing his boosters. Inside the control room, everyone watched through the monitors as the silvery automaton disappeared into the night sky, only the twinkle of the lights from his boosters were still visible. Gordon let loose a sigh of relief, cracking his knuckles and stretching his back out.

"I hope this will work," he said.

"I can't believe we're saving Godzilla," said Tochi. "Before, we wanted to destroy him."

"Irony has its place," Gordon said. "Like Kiryuu."

"As long as Godzilla remains," said Katsura. "Kiryuu will remain. That's the plan."

Katsura…she heard his voice echo into her mind. Back me up. Help me through this…

You're regretting yourself? She asked.

I need your support, Kiryuu said. You're my strength right now.

I'm with you, Kiryuu, you know that, Katsura said.

I love you, Katsura…

I love you too, Kiryuu…