[A New World to Burn]
There was a bright white light that had illuminated the titan, the block, the city, the sky and the world itself. In the last moments that the titan was still lucid, he had seen...things of steel, flesh, gem and aether. Then, all he saw was darkness.
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Then he saw a really annoying, dim blue light and white squiggles.
SYSTEM INITIALISING...SYSTEM INITIATION FAILED, REBOOTING...REBOOT FAILED, REQUESTING HIGHER...
HIGHER AUTHORITY HAS BEEN REACHED, HAIL ARSERIUS.
Suddenly the titan saw a circle thing appear before him, it was covered in rings dysemetric orange saphire and rock, it was characterised by a gold aura emenating purity and flame, it reached as tall as a seven storey building, it reached his knee.
So did the orange-grey aetherial figure that exited this intricate portal.
"Hello, heroes! I am Arserius, lord of the elder forges! Sower of myth and legend! I apologise for the inconvenience, but it seems you have fa-"
The figure, at first cheery and bright; exuding pure happiness and wonderment, took a double take and starting cocking his head backward to look upon the beast.
And staring at the beast, the beast stared back, only confused.
The golden toy stared and gawked at the titan, his white beaming eyes; dimming and growing round, his mouth opening and shutting before contorting into an expression of pure, unadalterated, terror. Then he quickly turned to the skin sacks and said in an urgent whisper, "Young heroes, quickly, while the aether still interferes his cognition! to my side, now!", upon his utterance the skin things, some covered and spurting red stuff, quickly hurried over to the golden toy.
This annoyed the beast, but he was feeling such a lovely feeling of...of something, which is too hard for it to even describe.
Then gold thing and skin things left through the round glowy thing and the thing dissapeared, 'Which thing was that...', the beast thought as he slowly fell to the mind numbingly pleasant, as the beast slowly fell asleep, he saw the blue thing again.
SYSTEM INITIALISATION, COMPLETE. WELCOME TO GAVYRION, DESIGNATION: GODZILLA
DESIGNATION: GODZILLA RANK: 1 RACE: GODZILLASAURUS(MUTATED) Class: AGE: 88,906,945 YEARS OLD HEIGHT: 110M STATS ABILITIES CONSTITUTION: 36,360 PASSIVES: Titanic Size(X3 Str and Con), Superior Regeneration IV, Greater Physical Indemnity VIII, Perfected Physique X(Multiply your Str and Con by the rank), and Advanced Aquatic Adaptations. STRENGTH: 25,780 ACTIVES: Gamma Breath Breath, Nuclear Pulse, Electro Magnetic Manipulation VI, Energy Absorption IV. INTELLIGENCE: 14 ACHIEVEMENTS: (PROCESSING...) WISDOM: 18 BLESSINGS: -
Annoying blue light, just let him sleep...
But the blue light kept annoying him, until the annoyance grew to anger, then he came to remember his hatred for the skin sacks and how they had gotten away before he could turn them to red splotches, his anger grew.
Hate.
CONGRATULATION! YOU HAVE CREATED THE CLASS: [Omnicidal Crusader]
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The golden toy had taken them away with him...he hated the golden toy. He gouged all the little stones out of it and use it as a decoration for his cavern when he's done tearing its head off.
Hate.
YOU ARE BEING WATCHED BY: [The Pantheon]
This world, then next and the next, for all shall burn.
Hate.
TITLE HAS BEEN ACHIEVED: [????????]
But right now all the beast could think about was, 'HATE, LIGHT, HATE, LIGHT.', so he rose from his slump into full height and felt the floor below him loosen and his mind become lucid, he saw two moons, twelve planets, twenty constellation and a billion stars, it reminded him of his time before the skin bags sent their bombs, slew his father, killed his son and left him alone in the world.
Then he fell, from high in the clouds and a sky as beautifully blue and full as his breath, one filled with shimmering stars, he fell, slowly but surely from beautiful scene of which he found so hard to breathe, he fell till he fell faster, till his back lit in white flames and he roared in the purest of pains, he fell to ground and with a sound of impenatrable flesh on mighty stone, he lit a continent ablaze.
KRRRRRKAAADOM----SKRAKOOOOOOM
The crust of the planet cracked outward, the mantle slowly deformed inward as its molten stone acted as if it were made of plastic, ripping in some places; bending and reforming in most, as spewed out death in the form of melting debris that travelled hundreds of killometres into the air, searing flesh from bone and then melting the bone.
The planet had deformed slightly, you could see the small black-red dimple from orbit, the oncoming electrical storm even more so as clouds were pulled towards the eruption of earth, stone and metal, all the while being heat and friction of the netak and stone tossed into the air, rubbing and charging the clouds with volts and gigawatts of power, until the sky couldn't hold natures smite and...
KRAKAKAKATHROOOOOOM
Smote the titan.
But the King of Monsters was carressed by the lightning coursing through his dorsal fins the lightning striking him was soothing and revitalising, his breaks, cuts, bruises, blisters, burns and tears were slowly healed, the ground tried to burn and sear his flesh, but he simply basked in the heat, like a great beast of the savannah after a hunt.
As he was feeling the ecstacy of rejuvenating his wounds and causing so much destruction, his massive opalescent eyes snapped open and his head jerked upward, he had dug himself a hole twenty killometres deep, he stepped towards the ledge through the smoke and ash; ripping deep into the cliffside with his titanic claws and heaving himself up the sixty degree gradient of the burning wall.
Krak
Shffffff
Krak
Shffff
Krak
Shfff
Was the sound of the titan, sliding up the wall, slowly, surely, fifty metres at a time.
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Hours Later
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The Titan had finally climbed to the surface, up to the rise of a red sun through a backdrop of black clouds and blue lightning, resplendid in his muscular stature and ferocity, it was time for the king to hunt.
So the king marched, out of the burning wastes under the ash filled sky, for days and days he marched as the sky became bluer and horizon became clearer. He saw something so homely and so treasured that he simply stood at its edge for a moment, the sea, the place he called home, the place 'he' was born.
He heaved in a breath, filling his lungs with the air he would need in order to search the depths of the sea for the next few days, he then took his first steps and began his charge.
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BOM
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BOM
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BOM
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BOM
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Then, he dived off of the shore line and into depths the new ocean, to which he must conquer. The sea here was purer than his first, so much so that it almost annoyed him that he didn't have it, but he knew it wasn't the seas fault, it was the skin bags that dare fill it with there waste and disgusting trash, it was the skin bags that threw there poisons and pain rocks into it, they were the ones that dropped the bombs into his ocean, his treasure, his home, his world.
But now, he could be free of them, now he could be left in peace...or will he?
[To Be Continued]