Writer's Note: Hello! This is my first time posting here, and I hope it's as receptive as AO3 has been, so far a few minor tweaks have been made to this chapter over there. It may be a little slow for me to post the other chapters already made, but a few things are going to be polished up before publication on here, so if you want to read more, check it out over on AO3 under the same name. Goodbye, hope you enjoy what's to come.
His bones ached, his skin sizzled. Broken ribs connected back together, melding and meshing until they were fixed. His whole body ached in pain as his tissue burned hotter, and too did they do so in order to quickly gain back what they lost.
He pulled himself up by the buildings. They crumbled as he pushed most of his immense weight to stand back up. His spines were dulled by the fall, nearly broken like the Disruptor had managed beforehand. What that fight ended with was their death, he would use everything he had.
Though not nearly intelligent enough to compete with the minds of a human, he along with many others could comprehend the world. But there was something off about him, something strange. He was a vengeful beast, incur his wrath, be it kill his allies, or plain attack him and push him to the edge, he will fight back even harder.
The same lesson was taught to the Disruptor, and what was to come would end in the same way. With their death, at the hands of his bloodthirsty rage.
Her last breath washed throughout his body, renewing it with even more vigor than before. The pulsating red illuminations between the cracks and creaks of his scales began to slowly pulsate into a orangish color. His eyes burned fiery daggers into the buildings.
You could suppose to say that he had had enough of Ghidorah. The false King had long enough reigned their destruction, so now it was time for his revenge, it was not just a simple war of territories and protection anymore. He was going to rip apart the Serpent with his bare hands.
Not even the Scorched One could likely handle this heat. His insides were far past the point of no return, anything that were to somehow go inside would be disintegrated before anyone and anything could process it. His eyes locked onto his target, the serpentine wyvern, they would burn holes straight through their heads if they could.
Godzilla was going to rip away the title of king, very forcefully.
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A good distance away the colossal titan wyvern, three heads and all perfectly intact and shimmering, landed onto the ground with a shake. The earth beneath them rumbled due to their immense figure. The streets were crushed by their feet, and the skyscrapers were either torn right past, or were draped by their wings.
The small moving object, nearly as much of an ant as the creature inside was crashed. Tumbling as debris, lightning and so much more came falling down. The city of Boston had not seen as much devastation as it was now.
The small female creature crawled out from the wreckage, turning to face the three heads that growled at her.
Her time was over, but a few muttered words escaped her mouth. "Long live the king."
The thunder crackled and crashed in the background, and the rain still pelted their skin like nothing. The harsh wind still breezed, affected by their humongous body. Their influence still reigned over these lands and their inhabitants, but that would soon prove to be over with a single sound.
The thunder meant nothing and the rain was only mere patterings on their godly scales. But a bellowing sound came from behind, the sound of their enemy, and their defeat.
Godzilla walked toward them with a boom under each step, the strange monument around him ignited in flames, while others melted away in a molten mess.
The city of Boston was turning into a hellscape, each foot he rested on the ground cracked it, letting hell escape, fire and brimstone left behind as he continued forward.
His dorsal plates charged, and upon reaching stability, he let out a thunderous ROAR!
The three-headed foe turned around, facing him. They all screeched in response. Soon enough, they realized the gravity of the situation, and started backing away from the scorching monster.
The heat alone was enough to make anything, let alone a monster sweat. It was only getting worse, Godzilla could feel the heat continue to rise, as so too did his power, all of it was building up.
In between the cracks of his scales, his insides pulsed a fiery orange.
A current bounced up the tips of each of his dorsal plates. Dark blue became a fiery and fierce orange, pulsating an even brighter shade than the rest of his body, his body was building up something huge.
It did not come from his mouth this time. A pulse circled his body, but soon surpassed his size, stretching as far outward as it possibly could. Building were either blown apart or disintegrated in one go, nothing could stand in its way. The echo of the Winged One guided it, her patterned wings were etched into the very fabric of the thermonuclear pulse.
She was guiding him, even after her death.
The wings of Ghidorah surrounded their body, shielding them from the oncoming pulse. It took the brunt of the blow, being completely wiped away. The soft, thin membrane between their wings was easily brushed away as if nothing. In fact, they were made useless.
The brims were covered in ash and cinders. Their wings had been essentially cauterized, they could not regrow them.
The serpentine wyvern fell onto their back, the wings splayed out against the dusty ground. They screeched in terror at the incoming rival. Light traveled up their throats, visible through their shiny gold hide. It would be intimidating to most others, but not to Godzilla, it was only a tell of their attack.
He grinned.
For once in their life, they actually felt fear, Godzilla was utterly terrifying in this state. As the god-like titan came closer, they could feel their skin actively melt, their skin was burning them alive, it simply could not handle the heat as well as others.
A Gravity Breath shot out from the middle head's maw, then followed by the right head and left head. It wouldn't be nearly as deadly as it were without the three heads. They aimed to get Godzilla to back off, or to kill him, one or the other would work.
Their attacks did nothing.
Upon coming into contact with his skin, it near instantly fizzled out, converted into even more energy to upkeep this form. It tickled, not burned, he enjoyed it, not hated it.
His body sent out a second pulse, it rung through Ghidorah's body and completely disintegrated two out of the three heads. The middle still remained, having smartly turned away from the devastating pulse. The others… they were gone, their consciousness was wiped in an instant from ever knowing existence. They barely had time to react, let alone screech in terror, or in pain.
Entire buildings were wiped away as if they were nothing, either disintegrated into nothingness, or blasted apart.
Ghidorah turned his head back around, facing Godzilla once more. His body wasn't looking as mighty now, he trembled on the floor. He let out a ferocious roar, doing his best to attempt anything at this point. But that roar was quickly cut short as Godzilla's foot was slapped down onto Ghidorah's chest. The crushing weight seemed to multiply as Godzilla pushed it down further.
Cruunch!
Godzilla's foot crushed Ghidorah's chest, shattering his ribs in an instant. His claws dug into the now-molten gold hide, squeezing into his flesh underneath. Ghidorah could not run away this time.
All of his built-up energy, and that which he and the others gathered from this city released from the newly punctured hole in his chest. His body could not handle this much energy alone, It was just little enough that he could keep it inside, but now it had the means of a release. A blinding light grew from beside his chest and Godzilla's foot.
He cried out for help, one final time.
Godzilla went down to rip his head off, but before anyone could witness the event, a blinding light overtook the hellish battleground.
The pulse of light consumed everything, the entirety of Boston was one massive light show. It consistently grew larger and larger, and then… it stopped. It shrinked back into a bubble, then into nothing.
The dust settled, the flames had almost all been extinguished, and the stormy clouds had disappeared. There was not a single trace of the two titans besides the decimated city of Boston. That was all that remained.
Godzilla burst out from a pile of rubble, dust and ash exploding out like an explosion. The stumped neck wiggled and tried to slither from the grasp of his jaw, but they were too tight to escape. Somehow the head still remained alive, the effect should be impossible even for him.
The horned serpent knew what was coming, and they were desperate to escape their fate, but in this position, it was all but escapable. They cried out for anything at this point, they were completely terrified of the thought of death, because even gods feared it.
The teeth of Godzilla but down, chewing into his flesh. Specific motions - ones very intentional - brought the head closer. The neck inside his mouth was crushed into something easier to swallow.
The head - although pained - kept screeching out in terror, calling for anything. He was their king, they could not let this happen to him. Their neck was continually crushed again and again between Godzilla's jaws.
Ghidorah's horns meant nothing, they poked into Godzilla face now.
The head wiggled, but Godzilla in response slammed them into the ground over and over. Godzilla battered them again and again, dragging his broken scales along the shattered floor. Godzilla crunched through bone, his spine was crushed into dust, it shattered, broken, everything all at once. It was the worst pain and fear mixed together.
It was perhaps Godzilla's form of revenge. He enjoyed the pain he was causing Ghidorah, that and the taste of him, and his fear were succulent.
Godzilla's teeth rose above the wyvern's horns. He snapped them in half just by closing his jaws, they slid down his gullet easily, soon to be turned into more energy once they reached the inside.
The teeth broke into his skull, munching into his brain even. Black Ichiro spilled out and stained the teeth of Godzilla. It was a miracle he was even alive after this abuse. The bottom sets of teeth bit into Ghidorah's jaw. It was a prison of teeth. It wouldn't be long until he would find himself completely surrounded.
Their mouth could not even move to make a sound, and neither did he have the vocal chords to even do so.
Crunch.
Godzilla gulped down the head, or what was remaining of it. It would be unrecognizable to anyone, if they could see it in the first place. He licked the teeth he could reach clean of blood and meat. There were still a few spots with Ghidorah-meat left uncleaned, stuck between his teeth.
The balance had been restored, and the threat had been removed. Ghidorah was dead.
The humans watched on as the true king took back his title. With no-one and nothing to disrupt that fact.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The Scorched One landed first, staring up at the massive titan. He dwarfed him in both power and size. He cawed at the titan. Then the rest arrived, he turned to face them, one by one. Even the Queen of the Parasites arrived. Each of them surrounded him.
He huffed at one, and they bowed to the one who killed the king. It went on, and each and every one submitted to him and his rule. He remained at the top once more.
A roar met the sky, but something alien reflected in his roar. Nothing noticed.
Inside the king, the previous one was being eaten way at. The acids inside dissolved a majority of him completely, converting him into nothing but more energy. But something was different, something was impossible. One piece - out of thousands - got caught along his intestines. It was still, but not dormant.
The insides were succulent, he was running out on the outsides, what they took gave him enough to live without his body, but what was in here… there was plenty to keep him alive.
There was much, much more to come.