Epilogue
King Ghidorah: Sovereigns of the Centerous
It had been five days since the battle took place in San Francisco. Construction had begun to move the Roaring Heaven, and all the men that survived the crash were hospitalized in New York where they had crash landed. Kaspar Atragon survived as well, but was in no different condition than the rest. Although most of the crew were awake and trying to recover, their captain was in a coma, but alive, and hopefully will wake up soon to continue his destiny.
The seasons had become winter. The air was freezing cold, and the world was covered in snow. The residents who lived in San Francisco had returned to their hometown, and found that it was almost in ruins. The sky was filled with gray clouds, the town covered in white, and a light snowfall began as Dr. Owens and Lennox arrived as well, exploring the city. Half of it was destroyed, but almost everyone gathered around the massive, bleeding corpse of Red Moon, covered in snow, its skin already turning blue because of the temperature, and the stench of decay was zoned out by the frigid air.
"Another creature," Frederick began. "A piece of old history that was never to be remembered as special, only a freak of nature dead again by a stronger being. But even still, that doesn't make the world safer. These monsters fight for their own purpose, nothing more, and they destroy most of our cities doing so."
"Then again," Remington said, "was it not only a freak of nature, but something that came from a much stronger species? I guess it is alright that it is dead - that's what we want, isn't it? But to be honest, I don't know whether to feel bad that it came back from a thousand year slumber, only to be killed by the sons of its adversary, or to be happy that another threat is dead."
"I would think it's for the best. There are still more monsters on this planet that are plotting to take back their 'world,' and many more in space. This is one of them dead, and it should be a good sign that if this one can be killed, others can."
"I suppose it is for the good of mankind - our mankind. Except, this battle did prove something."
"What can all this destruction hope to symbolize?"
" . . . It proves that the other Titans are scared. They all saw Monster Zero as a false king. Three weak souls that only try to be the greatest. They were all wrong, and so were we. Godzilla thought he could kill them as easy as to crush an ant, but because of their return, he and the others who survived him and Kong's brawl fled. And where else? The Hollow Earth. The brothers have truly proven to the world that they are not weak, they are not false kings. The Titans know they will never be the rightful rulers of, not only this world, but the universe itself, because they know Ghidorah is related to the Kings of All Stars. They fear the Gidoran Kingdom . . . they fear what they can be capable of . . . and in their age of reckoning . . . they will scream in utter fear as the Kings of Terror descend upon them."
Space was not as dark as it usually was. It was illuminated by the beautiful orange and purple light from the cosmos, shining down on the stars, making them look brighter. The long stretch of the unknown was quiet at first, then the silence was interrupted by very powerful wingbeats, flying past the planets, and suns, knowing that one day, one day, they will have to rule over all of them. To help their bloodline live on, to help the residents remember, and always remember, who's name they should serve under, so that they know how much terror they should bring to the galaxy.
Zero, Azazel, and X admired every planet they saw, each of which containing different species, all of them ruled by their fathers, feared by all of the Gidorans. The inhabitants may not realize they don't own their home, but soon the brothers will show, and they will prove to them who their real kings are.
From this day on, the residents of earth will no longer see the brothers as weak. They will not see them as someone who cries for help. They were not false kings . . . they were not devils . . . and they were not separate. They were family . . . they were leaders of the upcoming century . . . they were together . . . they were, and always will be . . . King Ghidorah.
They hovered in front of the sun, and roared in all their honor.
Acknowledgements
Mainly the reason why I wrote this is because I thought it would be fun to write. I wanted people to see Ghidorah in a different perspective, who they really are, and I wanted the story to mainly be about them, to see what they feel, and even show a bit of emotion in their faces. Even though I did put humans in, I wanted them to not just be there, but to have them talk about something interesting and cool. I also heard of a canceled Godzilla monster known as Red Moon, and I wanted to use him in the story as well because I thought he was cool. I also imagined that it would be really cool to see King Ghidorah ride and fight the Atragon. I was debating where this story would take place in the Monsterverse, but I then decided to have it take place after my vision of Godzilla II and Godzilla vs. Kong, and I was also thinking if this should be a crossover, but since the Lovecraft monsters are only mentioned, it doesn't need to be a crossover. And that should be another thing about the Gidoran History; they fought the Outer Gods, and I just thought that would be really cool to add. One other thing: Rea is pronounced as "Rie."
The Outer Gods, or any creatures connected to Cthulhu are made and rightfully owned by H.P. Lovecraft. And again, any familiar characters, places, or things are made and rightfully owned by Toho and Legendary.