As Godzilla stood before Lilith, staring up at the colossal, crucified figure, thoughts as ancient as the universe itself stirred within the beast's mind. The glowing eyes of the God of Destruction narrowed, its primal intellect focused on the being that had once been its equal, but was now reduced to this pitiful state.
"Oh, how far you are from home," Godzilla mused, a deep, ancient contempt echoing in its thoughts. "Once, you roamed freely, a force of creation. And now, here you are, crucified, bound, and used by lesser beings for their pitiful schemes. They think they can control you, bend you to their will."
Godzilla took another step closer, its massive form casting a shadow over Lilith's pale body, hanging lifeless and drained of her former majesty. The angels she had summoned, the forces she had called to protect her, were all gone—defeated, one by one. But Gojira knew the truth: none of them could have stopped what was coming.
"You think calling angels would save you? That they would shield you from what is inevitable? No. This is not their fight. This was always between me and you."
There was no mercy in Godzilla's thoughts. To it, Lilith represented the opposite force—the creator, the giver of life. While the angels and humanity had played their roles in this cosmic drama, the true confrontation was always destined to be between the God of Destruction and the source of all life on Earth.
Godzilla's dorsal plates began to glow faintly, a sign that its purpose was about to be fulfilled. "Your time has come, Lilith. You will not ascend. You will not save them. You will face your end, just as it was written in the stars long before this world was born."
For Godzilla, this was not just an act of destruction; it was the fulfillment of an ancient order, the balance of creation and annihilation. Lilith's existence had given rise to life, but Godzilla's existence would bring it to an end. This was the fate of all things, and nothing could stand in the way of it—not angels, not humans, and certainly not Lilith, shackled and broken before the one force she could never escape.
With a low, rumbling growl, Godzilla prepared to strike, ready to finish the cycle that had begun so long ago.
