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The sounds of others sleeping in mass filled the night air. Mothra is staring up at the starry sky with eyes of both wonder and sadness. She had never seen stars outside of the valley before. They looked so different. It was beautiful, but at the same time depressing as it served as a reminder to a simple fact. She had failed to keep her home safe. If there was one power she wished she could have, it would be to turn back time. But nothing, not even her could do that. So she just stared at the night sky, wishing this was all a dream. But it wasn't and she knew it. The fact that she could feel the cold proved it. Which brought up another problem.
She was freezing.
She hugged her frame in an attempt to hide herself from the cold. She had a blanket, sure. But it was made to keep any rain off, not to shield from the cold. Still, she was thankful that everyone else had something warmer. So all she could do was try to keep herself warm and find some kind of sleep. But it was hopeless. She had to find some sort of heat. The sound of crackling wood reached her and she turned to the source. It was Godzilla sitting next to fire that was powered by his blue flames. She looked away when he glanced over at her. The two of them had hardly even spoken to each other after she saw his memories. She could sense he was still angry about it, even though he said he was fine. She was getting the vibe to staying away from him. So she did so.
She suddenly felt someone grab her left arm. She turned to see Godzilla himself now gidding her to sit by the fire. As he sits her down, she could feel the heat from the fire melt the cold off of her. He sits down behind her and wraps his arms around her. Within three seconds, Mothra could feel her face fully flushed red.
"It's warmer this way." he says, making her jump a bit.
"R-Right, of course." she replies quickly, still blushing.
Silence grew between them within mere seconds. One, having her heart jackhammering against her ribs. The other, silently trying to figure out what she's freaking out about. Deciding to break the quiet between the two of them, Godzilla finally spoke. There was something bothering him about Battra that he wanted to know.
"What was your family like?" he asked.
Mothra's head perked up, surprised "W-What?" she said, still calming down.
"What were your parents like?" he asks as he points out what he's saying "If Battra was your brother by blood, that means he he inherited his personality from one of your parents. So what were your parents like?"
Mothra glaces an incredulous look at him, wondering why he wants to know more about her family.
He narrows his eyes at her "Hey. You peeked into my mind. And seeing how I can't do that, I might as well have you give me some info to make us even." he growed.
Mothra understood what he was really asking now. She did look into his mind without permission. At the very least, he wants to know more about her family. She looks back up to the night sky and shakes her head slightly.
"He never got it from my mother, I know that much." she says softly "He most likely got it from my father. The only problem with that is that I never met my dad before. I don't even know what he looks like."
That made Godzilla put his full attention on her know as she continued.
Bagan watched the live feed images of Mothra and this Kaiju sitting by the fire together. His curiosity about this Kaiju were growing every day. If he really was the one who killed Battra, he honestly didn't look like much too him. Maybe, he thought, a test to see what he was capable of was in order. He turned to one of his body guards that stood by his thrown.
"Guard," he said "give me your spear."
The guard jumped in surprise, but nodded all the same. He handed the spear over to his lord with shaking hands to his lord. Bagan took it and stood up from his throne. The walls the separated the room from the sky opened up to the stars above.
"Mom never really talked about him. The only thing she told me and Battra about him was what he resembled to her. If she was light, then he was dark. If she was an angle, then he was a devil. We didn't really get it. And Battra… he wasn't always a killer. Battra and I got along really well together. We were inseparable. But… when we reached the age of seventeen, in human years, something inside of him changed. I noticed and tried to ask him what was happening, but he… he attacked me and knocked me out. By the time I came through, he and mom were already in the thick of it. And before I could do anything to help. And she… and she…" Mothra sniffed, fighting back tears the best she could.
Bagan flexed the muscles in his arm before throwing the spear. It flew through the air so fast, a light formed around it. The trail of light past over the horizon.
Godzilla's head perked up suddenly. He stood up while scanning the skies for something. As Mothra wiped her tears away, she's stunned when Godzilla asks her a question the she never, never expect to hear from him.
"Did you hate your brother?"
She spins her head around to stare at him. After a moment of that, she replied "Of course not. I just… wished I could've helped him somehow." she said, turning back to the blue flames.
Godzilla was now staring in one direction, but still listening. Hearing Mothra's reply, he smiled while flexing his hand, making it pop a few times.
"Then don't feel too sad about it." he said "At the very least, be happy that you did all you could about the whole ordeal."
A faint light shined in the distance and Godzilla narrowed his eyes.
"By the way, could you move a few feet to your right."
"Wha-"
Before she could finish what she was asking, Godzilla wrapped his right arm around her and pulled her close to him. As she yelped in surprise, Godzilla caught hold of something with his left hand that forced him back a few feet. As Mothra tried to grasp what just happened, she turned to see what was in Godzilla's hand. There she found a spear blade not even four inches away from her head. The staff of the spear was steaming. The sounds of others reached her ears next and she heard people calling out to her. She looked around. The two of them are in a cloud of dust and steam. When she turns back to Godzilla, he's glaring at something. He lets her down before taking the spear in his hand and throwing it back in the opposite direction from where it came from. As the spear flies through the air, the dust surrounding the two is suddenly blown away.
Bagan's head perks up, sensing something coming. A flash of light glints in the night sky. A rod of light passes right by Bagan's head and into the wall behind him, where a crater forms. He smiles as a small trail of blood trickles down the side of his face from a small cut.
"Nice arm…" he chuckles to himself.
"Wh-what was that?" Mothra asked slowly as she fell to her knees.
Godzilla snorts a bit of steam from his nostrils "My guess, a message from whoever it is that declared war on you." he replies as he shakes his left hand back and forth.
"The hell was that?""Is everyone okay?""Anyone hurt?"
Mothra could hear the commotion of everyone that was now fully awake. She up to Godzilla and saw that his hand was bleeding. She stood up and started tending to it in an auto-pilot sense. As Mothra tended to his hand, Godzilla let a small smile grow on his maw.
"Next time…" she said softly while letting out a small chuckle "Please tell me when something like that is going to happen sooner."
He let out a chuckle of his own "As you wish." he replied.
A campfire roared as the cold night air around it is swept away. Ten human men and three male Kaiju sit around, cleaning their blood stained weapons. A cart lays on its side with a few bodies around it. Nearby a large boulder, a woman with long natural grey hair sits tied and gagged with her two children. She been slapped around a bit and her cloths have been ripped off. Leaving her exposed to these bandits. She's crying to herself. She's been raped in front of her kids and is now most likely going to be killed by these murderers. Then she notices she and her kids are now covered in a shadow. She looks up into the eyes of a insect like Kaiju. It's eyes were filled with both lust and hunger.
"Hey boss." it said aloud, glancing back to the others "What should we do with our… 'new friends'?" it asked.
The woman's eyes widen with horror when she heard the answer.
"We're taking the woman with us. As for the brats, kill them. They won't make us any money at all."
The Kaiju looks back at the three hostages with an evil, toothy grin "In that case, I going to have a quick snack before we pack up." it said reaching for both of the woman's children.
She struggled in her bounds as her kids were lifted off the ground. She shook her head violently. Her eyes streamed with tears. Her expression was one of begging, pleading the Kaiju to spare them. The Kaiju hoists her two little girls above him as he opens his maw to take one quick bite. In her mind, the woman begs any god who listening to do something. Anything. To save her children and herself from these monsters. Anyone. The sound of a blade slicing through flesh rings out around them. The Kaiju holding the two girls suddenly stops moving. Then, his head falls off of his neck and his body falls to the ground with the kids landing safely on his chest.
The other bandits take notice quickly and look around for the who killed their comrade. They find the culprit standing on top of the boulder where the woman was. But when they get a look at who it is, they cringed in fear.
It was a blood red Kaiju that stood over thirteen feet tall at the shoulder. He had a yellow horn in the middle of his head and bright yellow eyes that lacked peuples. His maw was filled with razor sharp teeth and looked like a bear trap with three sets of mandibles at the edge of its maw. Round his head was a frill of some kind that connected his head with a thick neck. His body was covered in natural armor plating with spikes coming out of the shoulders and knees. His hands were three digit and had large batlike wings along with a long tail with a pincer on the end. The massive red Kaiju also wore a dark purple scarf around his neck and in his right hand was a giant halberd with the blade being oversized. Its color was a dark midnight blue or purple.
"It-It's him!" one of the bandits cries "It's Destroyah the Red Devil!"
"R-RUN!" another yells as he takes off.
The others follow suit while the devil Destroyah narrows his glowing eyes at them as he gives chase.
He charged forward, cutting the men down as if they were nothing but cardboard. When the halberd hits the ground it created a small explosion of rock and earth. Swinging the halberd around, he hit each piece of the earth that was still in the air. Sending each one flying and hitting the few remaining bandits. Then he turns his attention to the last remaining Kaiju, who decided it was a good idea to use the woman as a shield. Destroyah just shakes his head at the fearful look on the Kaiju's face. His own maw ignites with purple lighting, fire, plasma, and oxygen destroying energy. Before the Kaiju could threaten to kill the woman, his whole head is consumed with a purple light ray. When it subsides, the Kaiju's head is slowly and painfully melting away to a puddle of blood and liquidized bone.
Destroyah has arrived. That's all I'm gonna say.