Chapter 2

"Why are they here? How did they know that Godzilla had died?" Commander Aso spoke, his mind lost at the sight of creatures that he saw as only capable of destruction actually having feelings.

"They're mourning Godzilla passing. Almost the same way we do with our dead." Meru yarned from her mouth.

"This is a first, we are seeing signs of monster physiology. This is something that we would have never expected. It's like watching zebras and wildebeest grieve the passing of a lion. Amazing." The wonder was taken out of Fukazawa's eyes and put into his words.

"Maybe their attacks will soon stop, now that their suppose leader is dead." Dr. Gondo spoke.

"No, I just see problems arising from this. Godzilla put fear into these creatures, a sense of order almost. Without that I see a lot of blood shed for the ones that want to attest for the opening as king." Kenchi's voice rubbed with concern, since he knew that his thoughts were always right.

Their eyes gazed on watching as the monsters surrounded the dead giant's coffin. The muddy brown heavily armored plated lumbering dinosaur mutant known as Anguris, pawed harmlessly against the side of the cold metal coffin. His moist muzzle snorted a cold, almost whispering whimper.

The lapping brown scales that clouded over the humanoid creature's body were woven loosely with large patches of matted orangish hair. Under dark rims, black eyes glossed with sorrow. A frowning grin was taken over by the creature's butting teeth that stuck over its lower lip. Sanda's gently, but firm hand swept over the top of the container that lead the dead monster.

Mothra's colorful hue of brilliant dyes that webbed through her embracing wings gave light to the dark day. Her form was faded, not as vivid as it once was years ago. Stress and strain had ravaged her body, from her time in space to laying her egg; Mothra's time was ticking away. But her next legacy had already taken form, a darken brown slender mass of bubbling muscle, Mothra's offspring.

Death was a large part of their lives, they knew too well. Many had fallen from other monsters, some fell against human weaponry, and others fall from tolling age on their massive bodies. All of them fought against another, they were never going to be united, until one of their own, that they showed great respect to, died before them. Though, their mourning could not contend against the one that cared the most.

They were subtle, but heavy tears, that dripped like the sands of time. The tears were soft, but hard at the same time. Her whimpers would go unheard. Her love wasn't lost and she still had her parents' love, but the one thing that she understood in the world, the one thing that she felt connected to had passed on, before she could see it one last time.

Miki Saegusa couldn't feel more than helpless against what befallen her as she sat atop the coffin that held her affection. All of her work with the senior Godzilla had finally paid off when Junior came into the picture, but now she didn't get the time that she needed to drive her point that not all monsters were evil. Miki was the only that could have controlled Godzilla and she knew that it would be an easy hand with Junior and then maybe from her learnings a new world could have been born with humans and kaijus living together without death and chaos, along with Junior that dream had died too.

"Your tears shouldn't be." It was a voice that came from under Miki's streaming tears. The fond words cradled the grieving Miki like a supportive mother.

A massing ball of golden glitter rummaged together, before the vaporous apparition formed into two, gentle, beautiful girls.

"Your tears don't have to be."

"What do you mean?" Miki whispered from her quivering lips.

"The dead don't have to stay. A spirit exists in Okinawa that can give a creature's life energy back. Though, it is a costly effort. The body has to be brought to the spirit. The priest that cares for the spirit has to pass judgment on the dead, if it will affect the balance of nature. The journey will be a harsh one and tempt the dead can bring unwelcome beings along. Though, the toll and hardships can bring the dead back." Against the darkness of Miki's sadness, the Cosmos spoke.

Belief dried Miki's tears, belief that she didn't have to cry for something that didn't have to be dead. She would cry no more, not until she could hear the pound of Godzilla's heart again.

The lumber of Haneda was still warm, burning with the heat of a dead monster. It was the turning point of the world, if not for the pilots of the Super-X 3, the earth's slate would have been cleared. The laughter and cheer that once was in the city was replaced by ash and smoke. Within the scar of death, there was room for life to grow.

Under the layer of still crisp cinders, something took form. From the flames and burning air, tender flesh and blood pieced themselves back together. A building skeleton filtered through the swirl of ash and mixing glittery dust like energy that dampened the air. Stubby feet bracketed to the ground, three long toes stapled with small-filed claws. They were planted on the bottom of stubby, short legs, nearly useless for walking proposes. Thick flesh sat upon the squatty legs, the compacted muscles outlined the stomach and chest, the front was adorned with a bulky plate of armor like coating, curving daggers of grayish bone scattered across it. Stretching thin membranes hung wide under a board pole of flesh, forming tow giant wings. A very triangular head rode above the body on a craning neck, the front of it was edged with a rigged beak as the back of it forked with three curving horns. Under a slight brow, two orange eyes peered with intensity. The creature's skin was rocky and clumpy, blacken like tar, a sight like it had been charred by severe fire. From the depths of Godzilla's violent power, Rodan had been reborn in the furnace of hell.

The watchful eyes of the field of stars mooned over the graveyard that had became of Mt. Gongen. Professor Fukazawa stood behind Kenchi as his eyes read within the sample of Godzilla's blood within the small, cramped tent.

"I found no wounds on the body that would suggest that this could be an attack, though with his abnormally high regeneration properties, it maybe be impossible to even know that a wound existed that could have dealt the killing blow."

"His blood seems a little thin, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it. It could be something with his heart, but we won't know until we get into his body and explore it." Kenchi spoke with a quiet fondness.

"Maybe it's some sort of parasite."

Just a few feet away from the tent, Miki's body was battered by the frail wind that came up under her. Her thoughts were only about getting Godzilla to Okinawa, but it was a near impossible hindrance to do by herself and she knew whom she had to ask.

Koji Shinjo stood against the vista of the looming coffin and Mogera 2; he had come for the fresh night air, getting away from the confined space that was allowed to him in the cockpit of the giant robot.

"Shinjo, I have something very important to ask of you?"

"It's a tough time on everyone. It just seems right that you would need my help." Shinjo's eye never vaulted from the scene that he was bonded to.

"You know more than anyone that Godzilla is needed. That human beings need to learn to live alongside them, instead of killing them out right. We need to learn to share this earth and we will lose the war." Miki's pleads came to Shinjo's listening ears.

"What are you getting at, Miki?" Shinjo lowered his brow to Miki's simple face, tears were already glossing over her eyes.

"There's a way to bring Godzilla back to life." Miki's voice was like a fading vapor, hollow and swallow.

"You want to bring Godzilla back to life? You're insane!" Shinjo's lips curled and stretched, expressing more emotion to his words.

"You have to remember Shinjo, if it wasn't for Godzilla, you wouldn't be here today. None of us would, because SpaceGodzilla would have destroyed everything. Godzilla can never…"

Miki's words vanished into the erupting shoot of fire that spilt the midnight sky in two. It came out of nowhere, just like the silence that soon followed. Everyone knew what it was and why it was here. It was like a death in the wild, the smell of blood attracted the hunger.

A lofty silhouette of something massive scored on the night fallen horizon. The glow of the fire caressed against the monster's features, its body lumpy and fat. It was a gruesome sight; its form was like that of a ghost. Its legs and feet were a mash of mixing flesh, no true form to them. It's left arm was a broaden wrap of tissue, a coursing tentacle. It's other was just a knobby appendage with no shape to it. The creature's head was loose and vacant. It's eye sockets were droopy and baggy, there was only a veil of darkness that filled their walls, nothing behind it that would suggest that the creature even had eyes. Its mouth was nothing more than a entrenching chasm that hung lowly down in an almost permanent screaming manner. Though, this wasn't the only face the creature had, smaller versions pieced on its shoulder and on the side of its head, even minor faces were tormented on the creature's stomach. They were screaming in torment, like prisoners in a dudgeon. It was like a creature that was painted in the depths of hell, its flesh scorched horribly by the stinging fires. It was the Cthula.

Flaring yellow beamed from Mogera's eyes as the running electricity powered its systems. Gaining treads started to turn under the heavy mass of the robot.

"Well, Miki, it seems you get your wish."

To be continued