Present Day
For thousands of years, countless moons came to pass and the world changed itself to the point of feeling like an eternity stuck in perpetual purgatory. The tomb of Nephthys remained the same, untouched by time or nature, her sarcophagus remained the same with hieroglyphs inscriptions on its surface and golden mask unmoved. Anubis entered the burial chamber again now roboticized and sporting an impressive athletic robot frame. His black robot body captured the well sculpted appearance of the deity well with the armor plates on his abdomen area captured his manly and rugged appearance. On his head, his amber optics flashed as his HUD was disable while both hands moved to grip his head plate. He felt the locks loosen with the sound of metal pieces and clamps moving away. He gripped his head piece and removed it gently, revealing the silver chrome colored flesh underneath with circuit boards running all over his body. His eyes were still amber gems but on his forehead, one can see the scar inflicted by Set's scythe ran clearly from his temple down to his right eye, barely reaching it. "Mother...tell me if I had done well, my life had been countless turmoils from one rocky shore to another. But you were and have always been my beacon, a light that guides me to the end of the tunnel." Said Anubis in his solemn moment as he knelt over her sarcophagus and rested his temple on the coffin's side.
Anubis however felt someone else with him. Not only that he heard the footsteps of a familiar, and yet hated presence enter the area with him. Although despite Anubis hating the presence in his general area so much he heard no words, or even the sounds of the individual joining him would make. The person joining with Anubis sighed, and then spoke in a booming voice. One full of self hate, contempt, hatred, and sadness. Before Anubis even saw the face of the individual he saw a red colored robotic hand. "Hello Anubis… Coming to engage in respect for the deceased ones?..." Said the red colored robotic body of what was now Set. It was a few months after he himself was roboticized. After the second defeat of Apep, and death of Loki and many other deities Set had opened himself again. Although, he was still worse than ever he was not as hostile. This was made clear of his panel lined botic body staying clear of Anubis. In fact Set could not even look in the robotic eyes of Anubis dpsite them sharing a short moment of some type of family. After the battle of Apep Set was without his mask in a rare moment, but now his robotic face only gave Anubis more confusion on what Set was. He still resembles the mix of an aardvark or anteater with signs of him being the mix of african wild dogs, jackals, Okapis, and even antelope within his od head. However, it was still jarring to see him without his mask, and even worse here in this place Anubis found sacred.
Anubis sighed out but not taking his fury out at Set, feeling empty and the animosity has already left him. He placed a white lotus on the sarcophagus and stood up from where he was kneeling. However he still refused to move his gaze away from the sarcophagus. "She didn't deserve to die. And yet her dead spurred me like a horse, maybe it is what I have to bear." Said Anubis as he crossed his arms in front of the sarcophagus. "I never understand why must my fate be cursed with abusive childhood and a father who hated my existence." Said Anubis.
However, Set instead of cursing Anubis out for the comment only made a slow regret filled nod of self loathing, and rubbed his hand on the coffin. "Neither did you deserve so much of every detail that had happened to you in your dread long life...You won't forgive me or even listen to my reasons… I know why I did what i did… and hopefully I managed to at least make you stronger for what's to come…" Set said bowing his head ot the sarcophagus. "I'm sorry my love. My only desire was you, and your happiness, and I took it all away… If only i saw the dangers." Set said to himself with Anubis in full hearing range.
"You acted like you were deprived of something, like you were cheated on before you even know that Mother conceived me with your brother. And yet I couldn't understand it." Anubis replied and turned to face his father. His suspicion towards Set had some form of merits to it as he felt that Set was hiding something from him, something that he had never told him before. "Was there something you hide from me and the others? Something so embarrassing that you can't spill?" He asked with his arms tucked behind his back.
Set however kept an almost unnatural silence,, and let off a short growl. The growl however was not directed to Anubis since he saw Set's glowing crimson eyes were locked onto the wall in front of him as if he were in a trance. He then shook his head slowly, and gave a minimum response. "You wouldnt understand or even believe the reason.., You hate me and no excuse i can give will make up for the action…" Set said as he looked deeply into Anubis's eyes in an eerie manner. His face then turned to one of an starling terror. "War is coming, i've seen it over and over in my dreams… Bodies in the streets, fire sweeping the Earth, cities all turned to dust… Hellfire and brimstone...The dead… Walking… Cursed to serve." Set said in a glare. "It won't be long now. Till I'm one of them. Whatever army you have raise it well." Set warned.
Hearing the ominous warning Set gave made Anubis grew ever more curious at the implications that Set had in mind. The jackal deity let his hands hanging down along his legs as he looked up at Set and asked. "What does that mean? Cursed...Undead...what did you do prior to my birth?" He asked again curiously to Set now growing concern for some reasons towards Set, concern that the deity of Chaos himself had something much, much worse than he expected.
Set shook his head out, and only replied with a blank answer. "Something I regret, and something you will learn of very soon son…" Set said suddenly. He looked back to the sarcophagus, and sighed again. He pat the grave with a hand giving his respect to the dead in a surprising move. "Forgive me Nephthys… There will be no rest for the wicked…" Set finished. He turned around and gave an anxious look back at Anubis before exiting the grave site. Once he was out of the tomb he turned himself into sand and dust to move back to his own home within the red desert. For Anubis this was Set's solitude.
Far from the comfort of civilization and the palace of Ra, the Red Desert remains the barren dead land with fearsome beasts that can rip apart any men who ventured into its domain. Set himself emerged from the sand walking towards his old estate and entered it alone. He pushed the door aside and walked into seeing the old rickety wooden furniture and the dirty drapes that hadn't been cleaned for a thousands of years. He sighed out seeing the table with the Senat board game that he had never finished with Anubis. In front of his eyes, he saw apparitions of Anubis and himself playing it, he wasn't very happy to be there, in fact, he felt arbitrary and growled out at the fact that he had to partake in a game that he had no interests in. His son was playing like any child would but the pup himself was frightened by his father's expression.
"Here I come go, passing to the afterlife." Said the young 10 years old Anubis as he rolled his sticks having a 4 days row and he excitedly moved his piece to the final tile of the board game. "I win! I win! I actually did it!" Anubis cried out excitedly prompting Set to lashed out in terror and the father gripped his scythe swinging it around, he then locked his gaze into Anubis's face and carved the blade of the scythe down Anubis's temple and to his right eye, narrowly stopping the blade at the eye brows. The pup was not hurt by a fatal wound for it was merely a scar on his flesh. But it was enough to make him cry and bolted out of the house. "Why...why must my anger took the best of me? He didn't deserve it…" Set sat down and rubbed his temple feeling immense regret, it was on that day that he lost his entire family all because of his inability to emotionally and mentally stable.
However, something bothered Set. Not his thoughts or his emotions. It was an odd feeling. Like he was being watched or he was no longer by himself in his supposed place of solitude. A very slight wind grazed by his red colored armor colder than the metal on his body. Colder than his soul. Set closed his eyes and meditated feeling this. It was a ghostly feeling to him, and yet there was no reason for the winds. Once he open his eyes though he was greeted suddenly. In front of his gaze were the equally red eyes of a scrawny humanoid figure. This being stood upside down hanging onto the ceiling with its feet, and seemed to defy physics and gravity. However the figure resembles Set with its pale flesh, its red eyes, but it had no skin or flesh on its head. Just the skull of an antelope or deer with pointed ribbed antlers on both sides of its head in a black color. Around its neck were a collection of prayer beads of a red color, while its neck and waist were covered in a garment made of brown fur. When it spoke it did so in a whispering masculine voice. "Hhhhelloooo father… I may offer you the few answerssss you desire… Your chaosss is not with out reasonnnn…" the male figure spoke.
"I am your father as much as this place is your home. Be done with it so I can have my peace." He snarled out at the figure that was intruding his peaceful moment. He held his scepter tightly as he looked at the figure contemptuously. Preparing to engage him in a moment's notice. "You were not my son, you are not my son. And you will never be my son. Touch a hair of my child with Nephthys and your suffering will be eternal." He warned his…"Child" as his scythe, scepter hybrid lighted up with crimson energy blast ready to be unleashed against his visitor.
The figure however let off a whispering chuckle, and flipped himself around to be standing up right, and eye level with Set. He however took steps forwards Set causing Set to back up feeling threatened. "Now. That's no way to respond to seeing one of your blood. Even if its is old blood. Have you forgotten my name Set?" the odd creature asked, but never even gave Set a moment to answer before he laid one cold dead figure on Set's lips to silence him. "Call me Theogard, Cursed Grave Preacher of the Macabre… And I will be referred to as a wendigo if that is too diffffficult for you to recalllll… I come for a reasssssonnnn. You dessssirrre to know what you what made you like this? A perfect chaos incarnate. I can show you as if it were yesssterdayyy…" Theogard spoke.
"No! No I don't need that!" Set fired out his energy blast at Theogard in rage, sending the Wendigo back away from him, the deity of chaos would then clenched his hand summoning Scarabs to begin their feasts on Theogard's flesh while his eyes train on Theogard's own in absolute rage. "Your birth is my poison and I shall undo it, for Anubis, for Nephthys, for my honour!" He slammed his scepter's hilt on the ground and sent shockwaves of energy blast to energize the scarabs, making them feed on Theogard much faster.
However, Theogards wield his arm away in a powerful woosh sending each of the scarabs off of his body. He grumbled standing up, and looked back to Set not making a word. All he made for a noise was a very chilling otherworldly demonic growl. The wendigo then made a blurred dash over to Set moving a muscle in his legs until he was faced to face with Set again. He then placed the tip of his finger on Set's temple in a seemingly meaningless touch, but it sent Set back through his memories. All of his dreadful life sped past Set's eyes once again until he was brought back to a time in the past. A time before chaos, Anubis, or Horus. When his heart still was passionate and burning for someone, and yet he could not deliver. He sent set back to his curse.
Set himself saw his younger self, a flashback towards him on Ra's barge, fighting Apep with his scepter showing his prowess and his combat skill worthy of Ra's general. His victories earned him love and affections from his sister and wife Nephthys, for a time their marriage was a happy union, a couple as unbreakable as Osiris and Isis were. But the vision soon showed Set and Nephthys grieving over something, he remembered it was their first time trying to conceive a child. But after months of waiting they found that he was infertile, cursed to be a husband without a child for all eternity. Then he came to someone in his desperateness, someone who can help him with the predicament he and Nephthys found themselves in.
Someone told him to come to the Red Desert where he and Set could be alone. When Set went to the middle of his personal wasteland all he found to be standing in the desert was an odd creature. A theropod saurian figure with a burning orange gze directed to Set direction. His eyes were orange as a burning sunset while his body was mostly blood red. He had a pitch black coloration on his back, while his underside was completely pale. Yet his form and muscular stature were extremely muscular. His right hand pointed a single harp talon towards Set wile his toothed grin showed each one of his carnivorous teeth. On closer inspection the creature looked much like a kaiju, but with an extremely sunken in face with many boeny details under its flesh. The head looked to be similar to a carnotaurus except much longer, and he had spikes on the back of the head in a dark black coloration.
The monster then spoke in a demonic guttural whisper. "Set Sutekh. I sensed you grief. Your anguish. It's s-so unfortunate a deity like you has to s-sUffer a fate like this." the creature said. He then resorted to a much more seductive voice and spoke again in a charismatic way seeming to care about Set's emotion. "You poor dear… Love should not DIE like this. I am Teowulf, Commanding Delegate of the Cursed Undead. Oh and do not be alarmed by tmy title. It's simply for… Business… I want to give you what you and your Nephthys desire most. A child. A simple child." Teowulf said in a caring tone.
"Cursed Undead?" Set at that time asked in a grunt feeling that something not right about this figure that was visiting him. "You sounds like you're asking for me to exercise you away." Said the young Set Sutekh as he gripped his scepter in readiness for combat. However, he simply can't come to grip with his own mind as the painful reality of him being an infertile still rocked his mind to the point he can't focus on Teowulf. "What kind of business do you wish of the Deity of Chaos?" Asked Set as he sighed out.
Teowulf groaned while giving off a devilish smile towards Set. He slowly walked through the desert towards the deity and hold his hand out. "I wish to grant you a child. One that represent you, and your powers. I offer this to only you." Teowulf said. His tial dragged in the sand in some type of anticipating wag. Slowly Teowuld held his hand out with his palm open. The kaiju then gave a light hearted chuckle. "You wouldn't be able to bear one on your own without my assistance. Give faith into me Set." Teowulf said in a seductive tone.
Set let out a hum as he stroke his chin thinking about what could they be intending. There was an obvious aura of dread and he felt that he shouldn't trust them. But his mind was not thinking straight, rocked by the devastating revelation that he was infertile rendered him chaotic and unstable like a boat struggling in a storm, any shores it can find was welcomed. "So...how do you help me find a child?" He asked Teowulf as he continued gripping his scepter to keep his guards up.
Teowulf sighed, and moved his right hand to slowly, and gently grab onto Set's wrist. "I will show you. Embrace the old blood. Do not resist… Learn of our burden!" Teowulf said sounding suddenly more aggressive. What started out with Teowulf being gentle and caring suddenly turned into him clamping down on Set's wrist with unknown force. Set however felt something enter his skin, and pierce into his arterioles and blood vessels. When he looked again he saw that Teowulf's own veins and blood vessels moved out of his skin and latched onto Set's flesh like parasitic tendrils. It got more bizarre as Set's skin was pireces more and more by Teowulf's blood vessels. Each one snuck under Set's skin and pierced into Set's own blood vessels. Worse though was that Set suddenly was frozen stiff as a statue while Teowulf continued the odd and horrific procedure. Set looked at Teowulf's face and saw the saurian's face was twitching while his eye rolled backwards as if this was giving him some type of pleasure.
"What! WHat are you doing!? Let go!" Set struggled and writhed around violently to break free as he struggled to break free of Teowulf's grip but the more he struggle, the more blood he lost and he felt the parasitic grip Teowulf had on his wrist was growing stronger and stronger as he slowly fell down to his knees and coughed out. He felt that he was growing weaker and weaker and that his mind was being tainted, he can't think straight, he lost sight of his priorities and his foresight of matters to come.
Set fetl more of this turmoil swirl in his mind in an endless torrent of chaos, but worst yet was the burning feeling that was his blood being drained and placed into Teowulf's own blood. However Teowulf wasn't just stealing Set's blood. Rather the demon forced in some of his own blood in a transfusion. Although something was clearly not right about this just from the burning Set felt in his veins. As the process continued Set felt his heart slowing down to a near halt while his breaths became colder and colder. The process finally came to an end when Teowulf's veins exited from Set's wrist, and returned to his body. His eyes returned to normality, but Set at this point was beyond normal. Teowulf turned his right palm upwards and made a blood red colored shard made from Set's blood leaving the deity to question everything that just occured. Set looked to the blood shard seeing it create an upwards mist also in red. "This will accomodate us nicely… As promised though. I will bring this to the finest meat melders in my realm. They will create a child. One of your blood and your appearance." Teowulf said watching as Set was tainted and now in turmoil.
"No...no! NO! Damn you all to hell...I'll have my vengeance for this…" He growled and writhed on the ground kicking and throwing sands around the place, he struggle to keep his mind straight to wield his scepter and power but now he was unable to do anything about it, his scepter morphed into a scythe like tool for him to manifest his power. He then slowly got up feeling the wounds on his wrists still burning his body while Teowulf was leaving, clearly satisfied and got exactly what he wanted.
A mere three weeks after Teowulf made his existence know to Set, Set's mind only got worse and worse. His violence and inner chaos grew for no reason while the substance known as old blood toil around in his system. At times it would feel as if no pulse was within his heart, and yet it only got worse. One night Set was alone in his personal privacy when he met his biological child. Only it was no child, or at least one any longer. Theogard, born of Set's literal blood, presented himself to the deity by attacking him when he least expected. His method of fighting almost mirrored what Set would do to rivals before only instead of using scarabs or carnivorous locusts to devour Set; the wendigo tried biting and eating Set in a cannibalistic way. The whole time though Theogard swung his arms out in a way a massive creature might almost disregarding his size. However, Set using all of his strength banished Theogard to whatever realm he came from. This only left him and his chaos to bond more, and his now deteriorating body. He was without the undead demonic presence. Or so he thought. As the memories ended it was clearer than before what made Set like this.
Set panted and heaving his chest out as his eyes fixed on Theogard's face with his scythe held in hand ready to strike Theogard. "The sooner I smear your blood on this floor, the better." He growled as he began to lash his scythe at Theogard's stomach and struggle to keep up his attack against what was essentially his own blood incarnated. It was surreal for him and definitely surreal for everyone else who happened to catch sight of it. Of course, that someone just so happened to be Anubis, he rode on the back of Ramiel back to the Red Desert, still anxious for answers from Set no matter what. He came up to the front of Set's home when he heard the sound of a racket inside, this prompted him to dismount and ran up to the doorway. He quickly kicked down the door and saw that Theogard was fighting Set, confused by the appearance of both persons but for the moment his mind can only tell him to assist Set. He fired his Gaze of Death attack at Theogard's body and threw him away from Set's side, leaving some smears of blood on Set's red armor.
Theogard slammed into a wall creating a massive crack in the structure. The hit seemed hard enough to crack the bones of most deities even, but for some reason Anubis got his sight to view the undead horror standing back up, and creating boney cracking noises as he did so. Theogard's bones cracked into place while he himself bled out a red misty blood substance. "Ohhhh what's that smell? Oh the sweet smell of the blood. It signs to me… It's enough to drive a man mad…." Theogard said unmoved.
Set heaved breaths of air in and out while backing up in a mad scramble back to Anubis's feet. Set however bled a mostly silver color since his blood was by now made of nanites. However his robotic stature didn't stop Theogard from apparently biting him, and attempting to tear him limb from limb as shown by the deep teeth and claw marks in his body. "What? What do you want demon?" Set asked frantically.
Theogard only sighed. "A message from Teowulf… warrr issss coming… Those who defiled us will perish. Those who stand against us will be driven into us." Theogard warned. "Who?!" Set questioned. "The chosen forces. The Chosen Undead and their allies. Earth Defenders." Theogard said as his skull cracked where his lips would have been to form a smile. "The one who defilled us will burn… Heisei… Gojira… Junior…. You will join him!" Theograd warned pointing his scythe to Anubis.
"We'll see about that." Said Anubis as he swung his scepter at Theogard, lobbing energy balls towards the creature's body before firing his Mummify attack to ensnare his prey. The jackal deity then summoned his Grasping Hands attack to render Theogard's movement locked and pinned in one place before following it up with his Plague of Locusts attack against Theogard's face. On his HUD, Anubis saw that Theogard's body display was being damaged spreading outward, and even more on his head and and down to his neck as well as his torso. But Anubis knew not to underestimate his foe and took two steps back to make sure that he had a safe distance with Set before resuming the fight.
Theogard got up again, and chuckled. Indeed he was damaged, but to Anubis's horror the wendigo seemed to be lacking pain, or even show any sign the injuries took hold of him. Theogard's sick grin then disappeared from his face, and a deeper scowl formed. Looking dead on to Anubis he opened his chest in a loud cracking action and fired what appeared to be a mimic mummification attack that wrapped around Anubis. Only Theogard's smelled of rotten flesh and was dead cold. "You and I are a lot alike… Brother?..." Theogard's head tilted before his head split into four different segments. Each one moved to for some type of hell manibal, but from Theogard's mouth a glowing stream of corrosive venom struck Anubis's body showing just how Set had acquired such and attack. However, Anubis wasn't alone as Set flung a quick sand attack at Theogard trapping him. However, Set fell to his knees and groaned feeling weaker. "We… We will stop you!..." Set warned.
Theogard's head reformed watching the two deities now experience his powers. He however used his scythe to cut a portal into space in time in a single slash. It led to somewhere, but all the two deities heard was unholy screeching. "No one… can stop… Death!" Theogard slashed at the quicksand releasing himself, and leaped into the portal. Much to Anubis's shock the portal closed now leaving Set and Anubis to remain inthe mansion, and think on what Theogard warned of. Only Anubis had the most questions for Set knowing what happened and what caused the events to unfold as they did.
Anubis grunted feeling his body being damaged somewhat by the poison, he got up from the floor grunting and began to shake his body like an actual canine to get a grip of his own body's motor control functions. He looked down to where he was struck by the poison, it was similar in the manner of his attacks of Plague of Locusts. He then took a sigh and began to chant a healing incantation to heal them up of the wounds they had endured. "Who or what was that? Your acquaintance of this...Cursed Undead I presume?" Anubis asked as he got up to his feet before offering a hand to Set.
Set got up, but due to what he just suffered from he was a shaken mess. He looked around the room, and breathed in and out rapidly seemingly scared by what just happened here. He looked to Anubis, and blink his eyes before looking away. "You could say that… You could also say that was a half brother of yours… Or a cousin." Set looked at the blood Theogard bled, and saw it do the exact think his blood had done in the past. Theogard's blood turned into a cryptic red mist that let off some whispering sounds. Set however fired a red beam of chaos form his mind to destroy whatever blood like substance this was, and growled angered. "I'll talk! I will! I will… You need to know now boy." Set said moving back to his own place of meditation where he and Anubis had a much needed talk.
"Then make it quick whatever that thing was, I will not accept its existence a minute more!" Anubis sternly replied as he stood over Set with his scepter in hand, its hilt slammed against the floor of the estate while looking at Set's face. He placed his diamond shaped device on the table, it was his recording device and it levitated in the air in front of them and rotate around them slowly to record their conversation orally and visually. "It called itself my...brother...I figured that he was created by you or at least from something in you a long while ago before I was born. But exactly what...I can't say." Said Anubis as he sat down on the old wicker chair that was knocked over on the floor, by sheer chances, or perhaps his memories, it was the wicker chair he sat on when he was playing the Senat chess game with Set when he was 10.
Set let of a sad sigh, and shook his head to look to Anubis. "That thing… IT is your brother in some way. A long time ago when I was a young diety, a much more pleasant man than I am now, discovered I was cursed to be sterile. With no living sperm in my body, and no way to share the joys of parenthood with Nephthys I did the unwise…. A demon heard my calls. My suffering. My depression and longing for a child… He tricked me though. What he gave me was chaos, anger, and a weak mind… And a cannibalistic clone. If you could call him that. That who you just saw was Theogard. The demon who got to me was Teowulf." set said leaning closer to Anubis. "I didn't know what they were. I thought some new deities… I didn't realize they could be something else. Something worse… For years it tormented me whether I was tricked by Apep, but all I have gotten so far is they are some other faction. Some other thing, I don't know what. They have their own leader, and their own chain of command. I for one will call them demons for simplicity, but whether they are from hell or not… Does it matter? Does that make them more or less dangerous? It doesn't. Anubis. Don't make deals with devils. Do not shake the hand of a demon. Fear the old blood!" Set command.
Anubis saw and heard Set yammered out the final sentence, he saw that clearly the torment that Set went through require much more clarifications than it already had. "You don't have to tell me twice. I'll see where to track them down and what to do with your stolen blood. For now, goodbye…" He grabbed the device from mid air and place it inside of his wrist compartment and went out of the door of the estate. The jackal deity mounted on the back of his steed and turned it towards the direction of the Nile and its lush lands, he rode off to the East where the Sun always rises. Much questions was on his mind, with only the name haunted his mind...Heisei Gojira Jr, it's not something he was familiar with but one that he must looked into as soon as he returned to Alexandria or Lycopolis.
The End?
On an tropical island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, while the wind was blowing across the island, rustling the tree and grasses of the lush green jungle of the island, a portal opened in a corner of the island that was out of sight for most of its inhabitants. Out came was Anubis wearing a cape and dark hood over his head covering his snout and ears. He came walking alone with his scepter in hand looking around for someone or something to worry about. He found nothing and opted to move up through the jungle. He hopped up the tree tops and make leaps and pounces from one tree top to another as his ears picked up the sound of juveniles playing wrestling nearby along with the audible sounds of gargantuan beasts nearby. He soon perched from a large rock with his sight lock on a den, in front of it was a beast, a reptilian with dark charcoal scale with an almost feline like face, his dorsal plates had swords like patterns and he was seen talking to another beast, this one was mechanical however, an albino mecha version of his species with sapphire blue optics talking to him about matters of childcare.
The dark charcoal black kaiju spoke in his native kaiju tongue. It took awhile for anubis to decipher what he was saying since it was mostly of reptiplia sounds, but once he did a more human voice covered over the kaiju voice. "I don't get. Five kids. One Of them is a hyperactive nut, one is narcoleptic, and once is pretty shy, and i swear I'm trying to work on that. Ogra is worried on Umiko's fighting thing, and outgoing behavior. Something about her being a girl or something But i don't get it. My daughters are the most normal-" He was cut off as he watched his two children that he had with him tackle each other. One was a dark green color with pink and purple colored dorsal plates,and a neck frill much like his father's. The other was a slimmer and dark colored kaiju with orange eyes with black colored scleras. The larger kaiju Anubis could easily identify as the father since he bore the two children's appearances, but also the fact he was breaking apart the fight between his two kids. Anubis heard the young Godzilndas and Godzuko spoken loudly and in a way of a confused father.
"Hmmm, odd family, but can't quite say anything about them…" Anubis thought to himself as the MechaGodzilla sighed out to Jr, this one was a female however much to Anubis's surprise as he observed her interacting with Jr and help his children settle down. "Well at least we know what your kids are like now maybe we can work on how to take care of them. Narcoleptic is the least of your concern Jr, it's the hyperactive one that you should focus on the most." Her word gave him everything he need, Anubis had found the Heisei Gojira Jr he was looking for but the question was…"Is he truly the one?" He asked himself as he sat and watch the Godzillian family from the cover of the trees and rock. There can only be one way to find out...
(Author's note: By the time you guys have reached this part there are a whole lot of questions in your mind right now and allow me to clarify. This story and its lore not only spread through out the Zootopia Fics I wrote and retconned with Squdge/Shiryu Rex but also connected to the GRC RP Group on Steam. Currently my friend Squdge is doing some rewriting of his story Ballad of a Rising Legend to include the characters of Theogard and Teowulf, you guys can check out the current version at the GRC Fanfic page or contact us on the Steam Group.)