Where thou shalt hear the desperate lamentations,
Shalt see the ancient spirits disconsolate,
Who cry out each one for the second death;
Flames and oppressive heat encompassed him, threatening to slay him. A grotesque demon had roared a hideous scream, blasting his face with breath like grave dirt. It too wanted to destroy him. Then there were the humans that wanted to kill him. The world was against him. Then the Earth opened itself up to take him. Instead of considering his escape he roared his defiance against a life that had created him seemingly for rejection. In light of such a cold, unfeeling fate that had thrust him away at his birth, the sinking ground was almost a warm comfort. The Earth opening was the loving welcome of the mother he had never known. The dirt and rocks filling the space around him was an accepting hug his father would never offer him. For a time the fugitive from life finally knew peace.
The first thing he was aware of was the hateful beating of his own heart. The blasphemous creation thundering in his ears. Slowly he realized in his own way that quiet peace had been stolen away from him. There was a blinding but dirty light in his face. A loud voice announcing proud things. The dull roar of a crowd of people jeering and mocking and hating him. They had found him. They had brought him back just to make him suffer.
The giant humanoid was racked with anxiety, hatred. Rage. His muscles wrestled against the mighty chains and shackles that had no give and chewed at his wrists and ankles, splitting his unnatural flesh. Somehow amid the clamorous din of sensations and distraction the lost son of Frankenstein became fixated on the creature standing tensely at the distance. Prometheus' struggles became more frantic. Then the chains became unanchored with an ear shattering rattle and the man-made monster rushed at the new challenger. Kong only paused in reacting for a moment, but a moment is all it takes for things to go wrong in a fight for survival. Fighting to survive was something Prometheus had been doing for the entirety of his previous life. Both of his previous lives.
Kong threw a wild haymaker that would have shaken a mountain, but he was amazed as the massive humanoid caught his fist effortlessly. Prometheus raised a foot and with the momentum force kicked Kong square in his chest, sending the great ape sprawling backwards. Kong rolled to his feet to meet the next attack but the humanoid creature had leaped onto his back. Prometheus sank his random teeth into Kong's shoulder, crushing, ripping and mangling flesh. Kong roared with pain and outrage. Kong punched over his shoulder reflexively, a grazing blow. Kong pushed himself back suddenly, crushing Prometheus between him and the side of a building, causing cracks to spread across the aged structure, a cloud of dust falling over the two behemoths.
Kong spun around and swung another massive punch, but the dust was clouding his eyes and his blow went wild, smashing into the building and bringing down collapsing rubble along with more dust. A whirring noise cut through the air just before a massive chain tore through Kong's back flesh. Another whirring came but Kong got his arm up to protect his head. The chain wrapped around Kong's forearm, biting into his fur. The chain started to pull, but Kong planted his feet strong and gripped the chain with both hands. He began to pull the chain himself, his muscles straining as he pulled the chain fist over fist towards himself. The chain fell slack as the monster charged again, but this time Kong was ready. Side stepping the creature he used it's momentum to swing it on the chain like a massive morning star. Kong swung the weight into the side of the half collapsed structure, completing the unprompted demolition event as the building crumpled. The chain became limp again. This time as Kong drew it in there was no resistance. Caught in the vice of the manacle there was a twitching hand, minus the monster it belonged with.
The jagged, torn stump wrapped itself around Kong's neck from behind, the remaining hand clawing at his face as the creature screamed in his ear. There was another sound that bothered Kong more. A slushy thumping noise. Kong had heard heartbeats before. This was not a heart, it was a fist of the damned hammering against the ribcage of Hell. It was a black sound. A grotesque sound. The humanoid fought with desperation but his heart beat for violence. Kong flipped Prometheus over his head and slammed the creature down with a crash. Kong began to pummel the creature with both fists to silence the hate noise of the black heart. Prometheus fought back wildly, the jagged bones of his torn arm slashing at Kong like glistening ivory knives.
Seizing the broken arm with both hands, Kong stomped down on the fallen creature's shoulder, dislocating it with a wet crack. With a fury that would slay lesser beings, Kong ripped the arm free of Prometheus' convulsing body. Powered now by primal fury and driven by an unknown instinct, Kong sank his fangs into the monster's chest and tore away meat and bone, exposing a tumorous beating abomination. A diseased mockery of a heart. An undying biological machine powered by ungodly science and nuclear devastation. Malformed in life, corrupted by blind ambition, reborn in the horror of war.
Instinct was driving now. Kong knew this vile thing had to be destroyed. Prometheus caught one of Kong's wrists, but whether by weakness or acceptance, he provided no resistance to being torn apart. Kong pulled the blacked organ from the monster's chest with a wet snap, putrid blood sprayed from the thing as it still beat in Kong's fist. The great ape sniffed once, then hurled the thing to the pavement with revulsion. He stomped and stomped and stomped until it was a flattened rug of pulverized meat. And yet still it throbbed weakly with undying resolve. With a grunt of disgust Kong peeled up the flap of corrupted protein and hurled it away into the shadows, where it disturbed the peace of unseen crawling things that skittered from shadow to deeper darkness.
Kong turned back to the dying monster, his fury cooling as a light began to emit from the creature. He shielded his eyes as the light became brighter, then a figure was standing over the corpse. It was Prometheus standing whole again. Same square head. Same misaligned teeth. But now there was peace in his eyes. The creature looked curiously at Kong, something communication was attempting to formulate in his head. Then he was gone, leaving behind only his mangled flesh.
It was dark again. The stage was gone. The noise was gone. After a few moments when nothing came out of the shadows to assault Kong, he slowly made his way to the giant gate on the other side of the city. A chattering sound from above. Looking up he saw a shining moth with angelic rainbow wings. He observed this beautiful creature curiously. It flew playfully ahead of him, and as it passed over the barrier, the giant rusted gate swung open silently. With equally silent resolve, Kong made his way deeper into Hell.
For such defects, and not for other guilt,
Lost are we and are only so far punished,
That without hope we live on in desire."