Summary

Two sibling Gods, forced by the forever changing world, awaken once more. One, to preserve creation. The other, to hearken destruction. Spurred by the greatest sin humanity had committed against the King of the Monsters, the earth unleashes this fated battle. The coming conflict will be a hard-fought one. But one the King and his partner have never seen the likes of before. For the world is changing, but the cycle shifts differently this time. Things are at play, that even the Goddess can't predict. Where the black God, the earth, humanity and even the relationship she shares with the King may not be as it seems.

From fleeting peace to inevitable chaos, a battle will be waged. Titan against Titan. Human against Human. Titan against Human. There is no denying the fated path. There is no victory without her. There will be no peace without her.

The King will need his Queen

Hello everyone!

This is indeed the sequel to my story 'Moments of Peace.' The past 2 years have been hard and important for me. And now, I find myself in a new environment and 'journey', in a sense. It's nothing deep, simply exciting to be honest. For the longest time I found no time for writing. But now, I believe I'm confident enough to start this new story. I'm happy that I never really lost motivation or enjoyment for writing in general and writing stories about the Godzilla series I enjoy so much. I've already completed the next 2 chapters.

To anyone coming from reading 'Hardened heart; soft soul', I do still plan on finishing it. Actually, with how it's 'connected' to this story, at this point, it's kinda integral. So I plan to update it as much as I update this story.

I hope you enjoy reading! Oh, and I hope you all had a great Christmas and Holidays. I wish everyone the best for the new year!

Ch 1: Prologue

The call beckoned the creature forth, endlessly echoing within its mind. It wasn't a voice, song or anything resembling any semblance of language. The call was fraught, but it was if it had given the creature life. It coursed throughout its rigid body, rendered stiff and ungiving after having to pry itself from the outside world for so, so long. The call gave flexibility to its sharp yet slender limbs, a beating within its heart deep in its plated chest, and the flap of powerful yet somewhat elegant wings. The place it had stayed in, once darkened and deathly silent, now slowly but surely began to revel with life and unnerving noises, all encompassed by the steady rise of a certain glow the creature began to emit the more it woke itself.

The glow intensified, illuminating more of the creatures surroundings. Now, it was able to register sound, and was promptly greeted by the grating of its limbs against its hardened body. Because of where it was, the slightest movement caused would make the creaking louder, harsher, deadlier. It hurt to move. Not because it hadn't done so for such a long time. For the creature, it had always hurt to move.

At last, the creature could no longer withstand the darkness. It fought, humiliated by its desperation to see, but soon put its pride at the back of its mind. Forcefully, the creatures eyes snapped open, crystal in appearance; deep in colour, and pierced through anything that dared get in the way of its sight. It looked around, the plates around its neck scraping and stabbing at him as they had always done. It paid no mind.

The creature quickly adjusted, its mind free of fatigue – as if it hadn't been in such a long slumber. It walked forward, its claws scraping against the floor of rock as it dragged its folded wings. It took a proper breathe, then another. As quickly as it adjusted to physical labour, the creature realised where it was. A refuge, just for it, with not another one of its kind for hundreds of miles. A place deep within the earth, within the Birthplace – the home for all Kaiju life, for those unwanting of a life and home on the surface. The light was dim, even when the creature had now stepped out of its refuge. But it hadn't mattered. Already, the glow throughout its body gradually intensified. Already did the creature desire to sense the disturbances and changes of the new world it had awoken to.

Soon composed, already focusing on its task, the creature took a breathe, causing a grating hissing sound to resonate deeply. It thought for a moment, separating mind from surrounding, before the glow within the gaps of its body burst out and encompassed the entirety of the creature. Soon, mind and surrounding melded into one, and with its power, it began to sense the changes within the earth itself.

The awakening of more of its kind. The cause? Once the creature realised, the hissing sound came out of its fanged mouth, becoming vastly venomous and spiteful. The creature bare no mind to even waste time to think about those insignificant beings. They had made their impact; meddled with its world. And as it already knew from the moment it awoke, the consequences were dire.

A great battle between creatures of great power. One, he knew all to well. Despised all to well. The other? Again, the creature paid no mind. It had challenged a 'king' after all. It was a Kaiju that usually isolated himself for most of his life. He had no proper reason to challenge such a powerful foe. The outcome was clear.

The creature thought deeper, now moving past events of the past and looked within the earth itself. But then… sudden agitation. The creature hissed again, taunting its limbs and wings, before its hissed turned into a bitter growl. Somehow, some-way, it sensed it. The creature sensed His presence. It had thought He was long imprisoned. But, again the creature realised, the outcome was clear. Despite the power of the earth's most powerful Titans, it could never truly stop a God. In spite of it, the creature composed itself again, narrowing its eyes, agitation already forgotten. It sensed Him, but it was faint – incomplete even. What's more, it was strange. The presence felt… blended. An unholy union between Spirit and… metal.

No matter. It would fade away soon.

Finally, the creature thought one last time. It sensed one more. And, for a moment, the creature hesitated. However, it didn't matter either. Nothing mattered as of right now. It didn't change anything. He knew she'd tried and stop it. He knew the side it chose and hers. He knew she'd tried to stop it through different means.

Useless. Pointless. Illogical.

But did she know that?

Millennia has passed. Millennia of Millennia had past since their last encounter. Would she have changed? Would her views have? The creature allowed a selfish thought to pass. A part of it hoped her views had. After all, the unholy union of Spirit and metal seems to have been caused by those pitiful beings. A union that harmed her ally. A dark thought entered the creatures mind. He pondered, if her ideals hadn't changed, had his? Maybe he had reached his limit, and would no longer stand for it. Maybe he would reveal to her his wrath and destroy the beings that had tried to destroy him. Maybe he would reveal to her – expose to her – the monster he had always been, always was supposed to be to actually keep the earth in check. A feud between creatures once allies – allied for too long. Who once had a bond the creature always abhorred with every fibre of its being. An interesting thought. One, it hoped, it'd be able to witness first-hand. A thought, that may become reality.

It has already been foretold, afterall.

The creature hissed one final time. It sidetracked, gotten too emotional and lost sight. He knew what this now meant. He knew what her presence meant. He knew what its own present meant. The presence of a fading God. The presence of a God of Destruction before Creation. The presence of a God of Creation before Destruction. Inevitable chaos. The cycle had begun once more. Peace had died. Love had died. The earth will be wracked with grief and hardship once again. The creature pondered once more. What would the outcome be this time? Will the cycle stay the same? No use of asking these questions. It always stayed the same. But the creature had a task. It will see it through.

But, one last thought. It knew it wasn't just itself who sensed it. It was sure she sensed it as well. Another factor was at play here. One both of them didn't quite expect. One… unexplainable, frightening, and a first of its kind. As the thought grew; so did the creatures resentment for humanity. Previous thoughts; previous battles were omens to greater chaos. Was its fated fight with her merely an omen as well?

No. Matter.

Why fear? Why doubt? Why question the inevitable? A fight will brew. A war will develop. She'll feel conflicted all over again. It wouldn't care. It would clash against the 'King.' She'd still side with him. Others will join. Her allies, the creatures 'allies.' Some will die. It's all happened before. But that didn't mean the creature's will would ever waver. It will fight for the outcome it wanted, what many of his kind had been dying for.

Freedom from rules. Dominion over earth. Destruction of the pitiful beings who harmed it.

Like before – like always – the pain of the creatures serrated plates that rubbed against its body had already numbed to nothing. The glow of power – the red glow of demise – ceased and returned to the cracks within the creatures armour. The creature stood tall, the red glow being the only thing that made it visible due to the wash of black throughout the entire creature's body. It's head raised higher, crystal red eyes narrowing and taunting, the golden horn atop its head reflecting the little bit of light around it. It's wings stretched out, plated as well, littered with sharp spines and impenetrable armour, all as black as the rest of its body. Six limbs sharpened; all scythes the size of buildings. It's wings had the appearance of fire, for within the black sparked lethal colours of orange and red. As if its wings had a fury of its own – agitated, restless, ready to encompass anything foolish enough to stand in the way of its inferno.

It was time to allow the cycle to take its course. It was time for war to ravage the earth yet again.

God of Destruction. True balancer of earth. Rogue Divine Moth. God of Vengeance. The 'evil' counterpart. Brother.

Names to vilify him. Names to defend him. Names from a long distant past. Names he thought useless to him. They were only names. He kept the true one. The one that only mattered.

Battra.

He had finally awoken. It was time to finish – rather, continue – what was started long ago.

Battra's wings flared as he raised them. His claws dug ever deeper into the earth, scraping dirt and rock. There was no point in waiting. There was no point in hiding. Mothra already knows of his return. As such, he tested the last thing of his body. He raised his frontal claws and sharpened his wings. He let out a shriek into the world. Powerful, deafening and inescapable.

His body crouched, preparing itself. At once, with one flap of his wings, he took of into the air. With a single gust of air from his wings, the place he had rested for so long – remained sheltered and protected by – was instantly destroyed, leaving only earth and rock that looked as if it had been there since the birth of the earth.

He'd face the 'King.' He'd face his so called 'Queen.'