Author's notes: Alright laddies and lassies! First fanfiction ever! (If it's too cringe or trash, I soooo sorry I disappoint fam :'( I'll take the L either way hahaha)
This was about 3 months in development but I finally managed to finish it. This is the first of what might eventually become a series where intervals containing similar writing approaches may be released.
It explores the ancient world of the MonsterVerse and the civilisations of mankind living in a world among Gods and Titans. It's an apsect of the Monsterverse I am extremely interested in, ever since we saw that underwater ruined city that Godzilla was chilling within in KOTM. Speaking of which, this story will actually explore that exact aspect. This story will come off as a bit poetic. I tried to go for that epic poetry feel that's usually present in old Greek myths and tales. I hope you folks do enjoy yourselves with it! :D
Cometh the God-King
(A Godzilla Fanfiction)
Cold 'tis the ocean deep. An open realm far and wide, home to many creatures of size and form. Advanced and basic. The Wind God, as powerful as he, blows upon its surface. Ripples form upon and waves are born. Breaking it's surface and yet none too powerful to truly reveal it's deep and dark denizens. Of fish and whales. Reef and coral. Of colossal beings of great magnificence and holy presence... Many of those that dwell upon the surface lands, be they dry and green or cold and white, sometimes fear it's wide and magnificent domain. And yet there are those that remain too, thankful for it. For the great blue water provides many luxuries of many kinds for those that dwell above. For there are those that dwell within the great water that are prey to feed the beings that walk above.
Gods and Titans of all kinds that march upon the soil. Worshipped and feared by many, their footsteps stomp and tremble, and reshape the earth beneath the treads of their mighty soles. Animals of curious nature, woolly and thick of fur, or bare skin and hide. Creatures all, come to the great water to feed on the lesser, or to bathe in it's salted, yet cooling embrace in order to escape the unforgiving heat casted by burning sun that sits above the heavens. The great water provides sustenance and pleasure to the denizens of land. And above all else, the most curious and prominent rising land dweller of all, Man. Like the others, Man has feared and loved the oceans, even lived upon it. And there are those among Man that even dwell beneath it's walls...
Far across the ocean, where the winds and tides stop. Below, far beneath the surface where ships belonging to lesser civilizations of Man remain above, greater civilizations lie within. Among the many great kingdoms found within its great domain, there is but one powerful of all. Of remarkable advancement, engineering prowess and military might, once sunken by the rage of a great evil. Vessels, not of wood or sail, but of hard metal like a shell of a tortoise, roam the dark depths like great whales. Their internal organs are not of blood and muscle, but of fire, cogs and wheels. Man stowed within their confines. Working to teeth and bone to ensure their operation, their "life". Many ships and vessels of this same nature traverse the depths. Each with their own purpose. Whether to patrol the borders of their territory with the purpose of defence or to arrive at other deep water settlements, with the intention of trade and supply.
Nonetheless they swim alongside sea creatures and other beasts, as if they were animals of their own. Gliding among the reef and deep water rock formations. And before them all, within the great underwater cliffs, lies the mighty gates. All belonging to a great civilization of the lost Ecumene, hidden beneath the waves of the ocean. Massive and patient, larger than any gateway built by Man on the surface lands. It's stone and metal origin. With bright runes of ancient tongue and symbolism, encrusted into the massive stone doors. And at the centre is a large symbol of a great legendary beast. A titanic god, not unlike the ones that roam above. Fins and spines like the sharpest of mountains trail along it's back. Reaching to its fearsome head. All of it glowing the brightest of blue, like the radiant stars above the night sky. Illuminating the surroundings and penetrating the darkness of the deep. And beyond these gates? The imagination of the human mind could not even fathom. Further deep, behind the great gates, lies a hall unlike any other. A massive hallway of walls and pillars of Cyclopean stonework and masonry with impressive arches that reach to the tallest top take form. The walls of the city are engraved with art and sculpture not unlike other civilizations. Most depicting the kingdom's history and events. But within each painting, there is one feature that remains to be consistently present. The image of the same titanic god, it's physical representation matching the one seen on the gates. The numerous paintings continue to lead down the great hallway. Deeper beyond the walls lies the great maw. A cavern of astronomical size. And it is there where the city proper, the heart of the Ecumene, lies atop a dry continent. Tall structures emerging from the dry land like the hills. Homes and sentry towers built upon impressive stonework and towering above is the acropolis, remaining as the highest point. Thick walls surrounding the city feature an impressive line of defences atop the battlements. And the harbours encircled all around them, where the ships and diving vessels surrounding the waters may dock. Herein 'tis the city's inhabitants and are all hard at work.
The people populate it's streets. The men, most of whom are disciplined warriors of the civilization's great and powerful military, rehearse their marching formations in preparation for the ceremonial parade. Clad in armour and armed with weapons, all of which was forged in blue fire said to have been gifted by their God, and quenched in the blood of giants. A method unlike anything seen on the upper lands. Fine armour of bronze scales like that of a fish, cover most of their well-built and muscle toned bodies. With muscle shaped plates of orichalcum, a metal found only in this realm, worn over atop the torso. Helmets fashioned of bronze and orichalcum fastened on their heads, complete the impressive protection. Designed not too dissimilar to those found in the Mediterranean realms. The visible tanned skin of their faces covered in blue body paint, applied for the occasion. The women of the city wear extravagant garments of the finest silk and jewellery as they tend to their own tasks. Practising very important ceremonial dances sacred to their culture and religion. Other women tend to the conditions of their fine silk robes and mantles, ensuring that no wear or tear is present. Each female is much like their male counterparts, with traditional body paint of symbols and alphabet in an almost tribal fashion, applied on their exposed olive skin.
As the familiar sounds of speech and language fill the air, the rest of the populace partake in all kinds of activity. With those making decorations and ornaments to be hung on the walls and buildings. Decorated pottery filled a street vendor's stand, as jewellery and doll makers attended to shops of their own. The smell of fresh food fills the air with most other vendors working on cookery and cuisine. Preparing such dishes of fresh green salads and fruits. To the baking of fresh bread and the grilling of squid. Smoked fish and boiled eggs. To whole roasted shark and boar on a spit to name a few. Each delicacy is traditionally prepared and served, relative to the Ecumene's culture. The people are to put on a great feast for the festival. A festival commemorating the arrival of their patron God-King. High in the city's skyline, the acropolis awaits. It's elevation provides the grandest views of the cavernous country. It is there where the supreme temple and royal throne lie. And within, bears the city's leaders. The religious figures and grand worshippers of the scept. High in status these people are, but among them all stands the Theocrat, the supreme leader. A solitary figure so powerful, for he is the will-made-manifest of the God-King himself and answers only to him. In royal garments, befitting a high status. His mind weighs heavy. Today is a momentous day. A royal holiday in the most literal form. Everything must be perfect for this sacred moment. Food and drink must be exceptional, military discipline must be outstanding and proper mannerisms, etiquette and behaviour must be very appropriate.
For such a commemorative festive is not to be underappreciated nor taken for granted. And most certainly above all, not be disappointing, in His eyes...
He couldn't remember the last time he was this content. His duties of serving as alpha and king to those of much greater might than the most largest of common fish and mammal, have put his mind and body to clouded weary. His return brings joy to those that worship him. The Man-people that love and serve him. His thoughts remain on the race of Man. Always such curious and hopeless creatures to the eyes of a God. And yet, always so, clever and resourceful. Swimming through the ocean depths like an arrow through air, he could sense their presence. He knew he was home. Approaching the borders of the Ecumene he saw the metal whales. Each filled with a herd of Man-people. He always remained impressed by their craftsmanship. Unlike the empires and kingdoms of Man above, he had yet to encounter a group as advanced as this one. He had seen the wooden ships belonging to the realms of the mortals of the dry lands. Each with protruding logs that sprout above donning white fins for the Wind God to guide them across the seas. Whether they were used to hunt and harvest fish, or weapons to destroy and carry warriors, he had grown to be less intrigued by their design over time. He had yet to see a kingdom which could breed metal whales to transport Man below the surface of the sea.
Approaching the illuminated gates, he took note of the defences that were placed strategically around the walls. The herds of metal whales remain in a combative formation. Bright beams of light shine through the darkness and onto his large form. A moment passed after bellowing a cry of reassurance and illuminating bright lights of his own that channelled through his body, the tension dropped completely. These Man-people knew they were safe. This was their God. He could not blame them for their anxieties. To the untrained eyes it was difficult to see through the dark waters. Perhaps 'twas a blessing Man of the ocean deep forged impeccable devices that grant them that ability. For if they had mistook him for another Titan, they would've attacked.
Slowly approaching the gates did he see them slowly open, the giant mechanisms working the doors audible to the ears of the God. Not wishing to waste any more time he placed his giant hands upon the doors and pushed to hasten the process. He did not wish to be impudent to these creatures that loved and worshipped him. But this day had left him unamused and disappointed, and wished to see his home in all its glory. With the great gates opened he swam forth. His mighty form easing through the opening, cruising through the waters and down the giant hallway. No matter how many times he visited, the god was astonished with the engineering marvel of masonry accomplished by these mortals. His kind were not known for construction and creation, as opposed to his rival species and mortal enemies, The Great Apes. As with all the temples and settlements they've built for themselves and their worshippers. For his kind, the very Earth was their "palace". The Great Earth Allmother provided her children with life, the lands, soil, rock, air and sea. 'Twas more than enough to satisfy his kind and as a result he remained all too thankful to her. He could not ask for more than that. But he never let this mindset belittle the efforts of his tiny subjects. For the longest time, he felt honoured by the achievements of Man.
As he cruised ever so peacefully through the waters he gazed upon the paintings inscribed on the walls. Imagery of him surrounded by the mortals praising him. Others describe him battling other beasts and monsters. Another painting in particular showed his battle against the Great Apes. Standing firm with others of his kind against a larger mob of the rival species. He provided a solid level of respect to his enemy… They were indeed worthy opponents to fight. Their tenacity and willpower to do whatever it takes to win is astonishing. An admirable quality. Theirs almost rivals that of Man. Perhaps there is a reason why other groups of Man favour them over his kind.
Looking to the others he spotted one of himself in front of other Gods and Titans, each bowing in respect. His eyes drew attention to the large moth that flew next to him. His other half… The queen to his king. Together they shall form a symbiosis, a royal and holy dyad. A relationship going further beyond mere allies. He appreciated her loyalty and companionship as did she for him. True friends are hard to come by. The death of his closest friend during the Great Evil's incursion had left his list of trusted allies very thin. He felt sad knowing that she cannot travel to his city like she used to. When the city and it's land stood above the deep water's surface. She was always welcomed to stay in his country. For she was loved equally by his worshippers as they loved him. For they saw her as a benevolent Goddess and viewed her as a kindred spirit to him. An equal. As of now she remains with her own mortal worshippers in her lands. Though he missed her visits, they could always commune with one another due to the special bond that their spirits share. Words and whispers that penetrate through bedrock, cloud and ocean. For that notion alone did a smile begin to form on his face.
His gaze moved onto another image much more jarring than the rest. A painting of him fighting against his ancient enemy. The Fallen Star. His previous thoughts had suddenly darkened as did with his face. It has been a long time since he overthrew his enemy in the past. Casted him down asunder with flame and furnace and banished him to the underworld of the unforgiving frozen lands, where the horror had remained imprisoned since… He remembered it all too well. Himself, his dyadic other, along with other fellow titans, as well as his own loyal Man-people followers that brought their armies to stand in defiance against the forces of the great evil. It was a climatic battle of sheer supremacy and power between Gods and Titans. One that split the heavens, shook the very Earth and reformed the lands...
Putting aside those grim memories he travelled onwards. The water was getting more shallow as he was approaching the main cavern. Coming to a halt, it is time to reveal himself. Slowly, did he begin to ascend, standing up. Heavy amounts of water ran down, falling from his body like rain and rivers on the mountainside. Shaking the excess aqua as reef and sea critters that latched onto him during his travels, cascade from his large and powerful body. His head finally reaches the height of his great stature. So far and tall above the skyline and clouds does his head turn and his vision observe. Taking in his surroundings. And it is here his eyes gaze before his city and kingdom. He has come home…
He could already sense the atmosphere. He can hear them. From the depths of his mass, he rips out a mighty roar. Echoing through the cavern and beyond. A roar not of anger or intimidation, but of greeting and assurance. A way a God shall commune with his people alerting his arrival. The tiny Man-people cry and shout, not of fear or anger but of warm cheers of appreciation and admiration. They were most certainly happy to see him back. Taking the first steps towards the dry land his powerful legs created large waves wherever they stomped. Shall he weave through the harbour. The wooden ships sail alongside him as the applause of the packs of Man follows. Taking great care not to step on those. His feet left the familiar aquatic element and stomped on dry land. Massive dust clouds of sand below emerged from beneath the soles of his mighty feet. Marching down the main streets did the voices and cheers of his tiny worshippers carry on. Gazing down upon them he sees their enthusiasm. Legions of warriors, the males large in number, perform a series of marches and salutes to his visage. The sounds of the bronze/orichalcum-made spears and shields, clashing in unison with their masculine chanting. The females to the opposite side of their male herds, singing harmonic tunes and performing dances of tradition and ritual. Arms moving in wide strokes all in perfect unison... Rhythmic forms of movement the God became all too familiar with, for time long spent with these mortals has given him a level of comprehension for the ways of Man.
Slowly he marched. Thunderous are his footsteps. Slowly did his magnificent holy form approach the acropolis. Therein atop the stairs, he was greeted with the 'Alpha' of these people. The Theocrat of the Ecumene. His will-made-manifest as it were to this great settlement. Leaning his large form down upon these mere mortals, shall his eyes of deep fire-golden colour always be imposing and penetrating. The females among the pack bow in his holiness, holding up large plates of food of many sorts. Offerings. Of exotic recipes and dishes the scent reaches his nose. Inhaling, and taking in the smells. These mortals had an affinity to their prey. Yes… This food and drink shall suffice! He bellows with yet a thunderous roar of pleasure. The Theocrat emerging from his bowing on his hands and knees arising to stand. His staff in hand reached above him as he addressed the people in the tongues of Man. The God-King has decreed his holy blessing for this festival. With mercy and grace shall the Man of the Ecumene eat, drink, dance and celebrate in his presence! For the God-King himself takes his place atop the stairs. His throne… Roaring once again. His divine illuminating crown adorned his back, illuminating bright blue. There he shall forever gaze upon the Man-people of the Ecumene, and the city that was home.
The City they built. In His honour…
The honour of their patron God. The Emperor Of The Sea. Cometh the God-King, did his divine majesty return once more.
Pain filled his weakened body and mind. His spirit was broken and betrayed. A beautiful and harmonic dream or perhaps a memory, ruined with interruption. He awoke from his deep slumber within his cavernous kingdom. Or what had remained of it… The ancient and Great Evil had destroyed his city and wiped out his most loved and loyal Man-people. The remnants of that great imperium, now but ruin, rock and deep river fire. Thousands of years later and now his enemy had returned. Unleashed from his frozen prison by the very hands of Man. Once were the days where he granted goodwill to the realms of Man. But those days have long since passed. Though he remembered fondly of those times.
As He cannot change what happened, it is the will of the Allmother. But Man has changed. And certainly not for the better. Man had tainted and tarnished the Earth. They hunted and killed several other Gods and Titans like him. And now they release the Death Song of Three Storms upon the free world. Even daring to betray him by striking him with their powerful arcane weaponry. A strike so fierce he momentarily appeared before the gates to Death's Domain, The Land of Passing Spirits. However fate was merciful to him and allowed him another chance. The Great Earth Allmother was all too kind and compassionate for him.
Should Man deserve his protection? Or do they deserve the doom of the Allmother's wrath-made-manifest? As of now he heard nothing but the cries of his great nemesis. He could hear the cries of his fellow pantheon, used against their will to bring about chaos. Death and destruction befell the kingdoms of Man. Perhaps they already incur the wrath of her eternal majesty. Albeit by the hand of a would-be usurper to his throne. An invader from the cosmos of the night sky. He simply cut off the sounds of chaos above. It was too much. All tiresome. He was wounded, by Man no less. And in need of recovery.
Deep in thought he heard a whisper. One too all familiar. A voice enchanted with warmth and comfort. The voice of his shared dyadic other. The winged Goddess-Queen.
'That sounded like Ghidorah. It has been a long time since his majesty sent the Great Evil to the underworld... Fighting old battles again?'
Author's notes: Welp, lemme know what you think folks. Stay frosty, keep calm and I shall see you in the next chapter!