Not too long ago...

It had been a long journey. One fraught with absolute agony and whatever else the realm could throw at him. Much had happened that the Monster King could not understand, nor did he wish to. Was this still a dream? A nightmare, to be more accurate? Did he really just allow those...things...to devour him, swarm around his bones, and assist his being into destroying whatever that thing was that guarded the archway to what he hoped was freedom?

Whatever the case, it was so hard to think after he (or they?) fired that mighty blast that destroyed the monstrosity. All he could feel was light. No longer the ominous light that he had seen too many times by now. It was warm. Comforting. Promising. However, as he continued to walk past the archeway, he began to feel like himself again. No more did he hear the cries of whatever those things were. He felt at peace as his gray skin and ivory spines were crimson no longer. His eyes were still closed, blinded by the light. Truly, this must have been the end of a long path through-

It is better to conquer yourself...

Godzilla's head shot up. He would have opened his eyes in surprise, had he'd still not been blinded. The voice he was hearing was sagely and kind. Not condescending and slightly manic like those weird Mothra-winged humans. Nor insane and spiteful like those red humanoids all from before. Still, he had it with having to deal with anything else right now. What mattered was home. Peace and quiet!

...than to win a thousand battles.

And what did that even mean?! He titled his head as he humored that thought and considered that, yes, he did allow himself to be devoured when all seemed lost. What eluded him was...why he allowed that? To defeat himself, as that voice put it so gently. But that's what he was good at when forced to! Win as many battles as he could! He wasn't stupid. He could stand for quick solutions, as that battle with the fake King Ghidorah and Destroyah clones attested to.

Than the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you. Not by angels or demons...Heaven or Hell...

That last bit caused Godzilla to stop. He knew praise when he heard it. He also knew that was true. Whatever Heaven or Hell were (he had not cared for the name of whatever realms were going against him these past few days), they did not contain him! He was the master of his fate! He was Godzilla! Nobody would contain him! He was a free kaiju! All he needed to do was keep going...going...into the light...everything would be right...everything would be quiet. Sure, there might be the odd moment where humanity tries to do him in, but things would be normal.

Things would be...dark? The light had vanished as soon as it came. Already, he began to have a sinking feeling in his chest. Letting a low growl of annoyance, he looked around for anything at all to go by. Was this yet another hellish ordeal he would inevitably escape? Seemed to be a pretty good summation of his life. No matter how hard he fought, there would always be something to piss him off. Granted, it was nowhere near as severe as this usually, but still.

Your torment has ended, if you look at what comes next that way...the path to salvation...is far from over. You will go home...home...home...

He shook his head hard at that. Enough of the words! If he was meant to go home, he should have been in the ocean by now! Now, that was his favorite place. For the most part, it was calm, serene, and nobody except for that weird group of humans that called themselves the "G-Force" (was that meant to flatter him?) patrolled it. Just as he was about to lose patience again, he saw the light once more. Wasting no time, he ran towards it, eager to finally be free of this nonsense.

The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a flash of red...horrible eye-searing red...and a massive pentagram in the sky or two...

Present time...

His eyes shot open and his whole upper body moved up. He breathed heavily through his nostrils, sweat pouring down his scaly skin. His vision slightly blurry, he rubbed his eyes and then scratched his head. Perhaps it was just a nightmare. Nothing more. He was probably back at Monster Island in some random cave that he decided would make a good resting spot, complete with a tattered blanket and a big bed made for two.

He froze and looked at where the rest of his body was. This was a bed? When did the humans manage to install one of their commodities that he would only see through the windows of one of his rampages before he smashed the building they were occupying? And what was with the big piece of cloth that looked like it had various holes in it, complete with strange bug-like creatures cackling as they ate through the rest? And, more importantly, WHERE WAS HE?!

Growling in absolute annoyance, he stood up shakily before taking in his surroundings a bit more. He instantly felt like he was...smaller? After all, kaiju weren't supposed to be small enough to fit into houses. This was the interior of some kind of...what was it...an apartment! One with boarded-up windows, only candlelight for illumination, and wallpaper that was peeling upwards. Traces of red light filtered through the rotting boards, as well as several indiscernible sounds. Sounds of chaos and destruction, based on his experience.

His ears twitched as he picked up another sound. Something coming from the far end of the room. He was far from alone and, for somebody like him, that was never a good sign. Still, he had faced the worst of the worst. What harm could the mystery intruder be? Or was HE the intruder? He could care less. If he wanted to go somewhere, he'd not only do that, but crush all in his wake if they stood in his way. So, he stepped out of the bed, his tail knocking over the cabinet near it. Again, he cared little for the inventions of man.

His eyes adjusted to the dark and he got a better view at this place's other occupant. The humming was clearly feminine and quite melancholy. She was much smaller than he was, only managing to reach up to his thigh. She needed a stool to do what she was currently doing. He couldn't see what she looked like, due to being covered in what looked to be a ripped-off curtain. Only one of her arms was poking through, revealing a clawed hand with stormy blue skin. His head turned to what the hand was doing, slightly confused.

Once again, he was doing his best to remember what this invention was. A...a cradle! He remembered seeing one back during a time when...well, he preferred not to bring up THAT memory. What mattered is that he knew human infants were usually supposed to reside in these things. The cradle was noticeably empty, yet she was rocking it as if she was calming a troubled child. Already, he felt further unease overtake him. If he was still in that...that TOHO-DAMNED realm...anything could happen.

He unintentionally made his presence known by letting out an involuntary throat noise, as if to sound his discontent. He tensed as the figure stopped rocking the cradle. His claws flexed and his spines almost started to glow. He would finish off this enemy before she would even have the chance to strike. However, the figure began to shake...and that's when she started to sob softly. "Just...just leave me alone...or make it quick, if that's what you want. Maybe...maybe if I join the truly dead...Iwontbealoneanymore..." She could barely speak at that last part before a more messy sob escaped her throat.

Contrary to popular belief, Godzilla could understand English and Japanese. He just couldn't speak it, on account of being, well, a kaiju. THE kaiju, maybe, but still. Anyway, he was stunned. He didn't know what to do at this point. He could just leave her here, but what was outside? Maybe she knew something? No. It wasn't his way to trust others. Not even now. However, some distant memories in the back of his head compelled him to stay and loom over her. He noticed one of his claws was reaching out, but he brought it back as she curled up on her stool, revealing a large, but short tail that she proceeded to hug close to herself.

SMASH!

Godzilla's neck was suddenly entangled in a bunch of hooks. Roaring in confusion, he never got the chance to yank them off before he was tossed out of the building a considerable distance. Whoever did that must have been incredibly strong, but that was besides the point. He landed with a noticeable crater in wherever he had fallen. Shrugging off the pain and tearing away the hooks quickly, he finally got a good look at where he had ended up in. The moment for the start of answers was now!

Suffice to say, he was unprepared. No journey through Hell or wherever could prepare him for THIS level of anarchy. The sky was a dark hellish red, there was a huge pentagram pasted on what appeared to be the sun, and the whole place around him resembled one of those American cities that he remembered rampaging in during a particularly bad summer (he was suffering from a bad Shockirus infection). Slightly dilapidated, but not quite. However, the residents caught his eye the most. They were monsters like him that came in all shapes and sizes, but most were primarily bipeds. Either way, they were all unique, but they seemed focused on one thing alone.

Mindless destruction. Because that's all they were doing while using black weapons to cause them to fade away into nothingness with horrifying screams accompanying each kill. The creatures showed no mercy as they ravaged their own hometown and slaughtered their kin. He could barely move because it was just so hard to follow anything. His head just kept darting from place to place. He may have been slow in a few areas, but figuring out a plan? He knew that was important now.

On a massive television screen behind him, he saw the visages of a tall female creature and what looked to be a human in an expressive gas mask. Both of them looked excited for the mayhem being caused here. "Hey, fucks! Katie Killjoy here, and I am pleased to announce that this new 'Secondary Purge' is doing wonders for our overpopulation problem! Sure, it means less weapons and what-have-you being sent from the angels to off your fellow demon, but who cares?! A purge's a purge!"

"That's right! Get ready to flee for your lives, newcomers!" The gas-mask person exclaimed. "Seriously, though. Run. Like, really fast. Especially you, just watching right now! I don't know if you're actually there, but I know that you're-GAH!" He was smacked aside with a massive baseball bat by the one known as 'Katie'.

"That'll be ALL, Tom. So, yeah! Have fun dying or killing! I mean, fuck, I don't care." She gave the biggest fake smile as she crushed a pen in her hands before a couch smashed into the screen.

Godzilla still didn't get what was happening, but he could care less. What mattered was getting out of here and FINALLY getting back to his life. However, when he turned his back, he found a bunch of demons snickering over the hooded figure from before. She had been tied up in their hoods, showing them as those who threw him out. He growled as he considered destroying them for what they tried to pull, so he edged closer to the group, emphasizing his stomps each time. As he continued to walk through the mayhem, he continued to endure the noise...all the noise, noise, noise...

The figure struggled in her bonds, screaming for help. "Please! I haven't done anything to you!"

"Hey, she's right." A bulky lizard-like demon said. "She hasn't...now, how about doing something FOR us?"

"Then you'll let me go?" She asked before a mantis-like demon slashed apart her robes, revealing her full body to the group and, by extension, Godzilla. She was a short and stocky ocean-blue lizard-like humanoid with some rocky bumps around her thighs, under her eyes, and at the start of her tail-area. She had an innocent human face capped with glowing blue slitted eyes like a cat and she had short dark-blue hair with bangs. Her fluffy mammal-like ears remained curved upward like bull-horns, but they were lowering as she trembled in fear. Not helping was that she was clad in nothing but toe-less long-socks, a thong, and a long-sleeve shirt that seemed a bit too tight against her average chest. All of those clothes were black.

And she was surrounded by a bunch of demons that looked like they were going to...well, I bet you already have a good idea. "Please...not any of that...I can't even produce a child..." She pleaded as she got on her knees.

"Not to worry. We ain't looking for a baby mama. Just somebody to get our rocks off. SIMPLE AS THAT!" The lizard-demon laughed as the rest joined him.

Godzilla stopped in his track as they held her down, tears streaming down her face as she was threatened with one of those black weapons (in this case, a spear). He turned his head away, not wanting to get involved, but something within him compelled him to look. This horrendous sight of a defenseless creature being forced upon by a bunch of hormone crazed creatures...all this mayhem...the fact that he wasn't going home anytime soon...and all of the noise, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!

Clenching his jaws and his fists, he finally let it all out. He roared so loudly that the whole place seemed to shake. The foundation around his being cracked and the windows shattered. All of the demons stopped what they were doing and looked at who or what was making the ruckus. They looked either confused or annoyed, but, for some reason, they couldn't move. Almost as if something within them was telling them 'You're doomed and there's nothing you can do about it'.

Once that was done, Godzilla was relieved to see that the noise had gone down significantly. However, the demons were still crowded around the formerly hooded one. He walked towards them, giving them the meanest look he could give. "Uh...hey. You want a piece? Wait your turn." The lizard demon scolded him, only to get a growl in response. "Okay, fine. You can cup a feel before I go all in."

The creature beneath him, winced as he got closer. "Please..." She begged on last time before her hands suddenly felt free. For Godzilla had knocked those keeping them down to the side with his tail. Instinctively, she zipped to his leg and hugged it tight, surprising him and prompting him to brush her off. "Wait, what?" She realized what was happening, staring at the situation blankly as she held her tail to her chest again.

Obviously, this didn't appeal him to the demons at all. "Trying to play 'hero' around these parts? Hah! THIS IS WHAT IT'LL GET 'CHA!" The lizard demon swung his fist at Godzilla's face, smacking him in the cheek...but the kaiju didn't topple over. He just tanked it and grabbed the arm in his claw. His eye opening after that sudden attack, his began to clench. "Uh..."

One thought went through Godzilla's mind as he continued to crush the demon's hand in his claw. As all of the other demons resumed their carnage, there was only one thing on his mind...one singular thing...MASS DESTRUCTION.

Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel...

Husk guzzled down the last bits of his booze as he glowered at nothing in particular. Vaggie was balancing a knife on her fingers out of boredom. Alastor was just standing there, looking as dapper and menacing as ever. Niffty was standing perfectly in place next to him, waiting for the next mess. Charlie was tapping her finger on a random desk, looking saddened. "Geez, can we get this room any louder?" Alastor joked, a ethereal laugh track followed him.

"Whatever. If it doesn't make my hangover any worse, hit me with your worst shot." Husk groaned.

Charlie decided to, once more, do her best to lift everyone's spirits. "Come on, guys! Even though my dad just made a new holiday where I watch our beloved home sink into further misery and woe..." Her eye twitched at that. "...we just...you know...need to dream a little harder, and the next chance to truly make a difference will just come RUSHING our way!"

It was then that fate answered her in the form of a huge blast of blue energy that shot a sizzling hole in her wall and missed her by a few inches, followed by an utterly terrifying roar in the distance, along with the sounds of demons screaming in total terror. Everyone froze as they continued to hear the devastation outside. Niffty's eye twitched several times at the huge mess that beam just made, eager to fix it post-haste.

"Wish granted! TO THE HAZBIN-MOBILE!" Alastor grabbed everybody and rushed them to the car. "I've always wanted to say that."

"Um...I'm sure you have." Even Angel Dust was starting to worry about what they were all getting themselves into.

Next Up: Godzilla goes on the warpath and the demons realize they're in more trouble than they thought! Meanwhile, two more sinister but equally confused kaijus end up in Imp City, for better or most likely worse.