The cosmos flowed like a river. Every particle, every celestial body moved in an eternal fashion. Everything in all of creation glimmered in this vast and seemingly endless universe.

Among the countless stars, one raced through the dark void. The star passed the colorful clouds, every asteroid, and every planetoid. This single star left a trail of fire as cold as ice.

For what felt like an eternity, this star raced through deep space. It soon came across a single solar system. The star soon arrived to a world that gave off a deep blue aura. Great fertile continents made up part of the surface, while the majority of it was made up of ocean. Out of all of the countless worlds in the universe, this one was the most unfortunate.

On the surface of Earth, a great valley lied. The land was lush with bountiful vegetation. It contained an ecosystem that housed many creatures, great and small. In a forest, hiding among the trees, a woman crouched. She was clad in plant fibers, grass and leaves. Her face was painted with varying shades of green, much like the forest. Her hazel eyes looked passed the trees, where she found a fully grown buck to be grazing. The dear had antlers that were tall, giving the beast a regal appearance like a king wearing a grand crown. While the deer wasn't as powerful as the bear or lion, it was a majestic animal nonetheless. The deer was the lord of the forest and a worthy game.

The woman slowly drew out a bow and arrow. She pulled the arrow back, as it strained. Her eyes focused on the unsuspecting animal, which fed on the grass. The woman took a deep breath and let out a calm, long exhale. She released the arrow, shooting it across the forest. It raced at blistering speeds, striking the buck in the side. It let out a quick, short cry before collapsing to the ground.

The woman dropped down from the tall tree, 20 feet above ground. She landed on the ground with a loud thud. Her bones did not rattle, nor did she wince. She rushed to the deer that lied on its side, kicking its legs in a vain attempt to stand. The woman drew out a knife, which was covered in hieroglyphs. She brought the knife to the beast's neck and swiftly slit its throat. She caressed the deer as it bled out into the grass.

"Your body shall not be wasted. You will fill bellies, and your bones will be used as tools. Your blood will soak into the soil, allowing the earth to beget life," The woman whispered in a sweet, soft tone. The deer's eyes went cloudy, as its life was snuffed out. The buck went limp to the ground, allowing the huntress to pick the beast up over her shoulders.

The huntress stood taller than any other average man. At around 7 feet, she stood. Her body had a strong, yet slim build. Her curly hair was reddish brown, held in a bun. The lovely woman was not a mere human. This was in fact a goddess. She was known in her land as Artemis, the goddess of the wild animals, the hunt, vegetation, and of course, chastity and childbirth. She filled a lot of different roles in the eyes of the mortals.

Artemis carried the beast on her shoulders, making her way through the forest. She whistled, calling over a dog that came running to her. The dog was a breed commonly used for hunting. It stood with a slim frame, with muted brown short fur covering it from head to tail. The dog's wolf-like ears were facing forward, as it approached, its tail wagging. Artemis met her loyal companion with a smile, before continuing her journey through the woods.

The goddess and dog soon came upon a small village outside of the forest. Homes made up of huts and stone lied. The community was rather small and tightknit. It was a place that had found itself quite vulnerable as of late due to a history of bandits lurking around, cutting off travelers on their journey, robbing and slaughtering their victims. By now, this village had found itself low in its male population. There were few adult men, the rest were elderly or were small children. Very few hunters were here to provide food for the people here. As if that wasn't bad enough, vermin had been invading their crops.

Artemis had come here because she was answering the prayers of the people here. To bless them with food to fill their bellies, to protect the women and their chastity from the bandits that may dare to come to the village and completely ransack it. But most importantly, she came to teach them the thing she excelled at.

The goddess set the dead deer down to the ground, as the villagers flocked over. They marveled at the large buck that lied dead.

"Thank you, Dear Artemis! Our children will not have to go hungry tonight!" cried a woman, as the villagers dropped to their hands and knees, bowing their heads to her. The goddess warmly smiled, much like a nurturing mother would.

"Take this buck and make use of its flesh and bones. Fill your bellies with its meat, use its fur, bones and antlers for materials, and use its entrails for compost. Let nothing go to waste," said Artemis, as a couple of men hauled the dead beast away.

The hunting dog barked as it wagged its tail. The children flocked to the animal, giggling as it lapped their cheeks with its tongue. Artemis made her way over to an area that was away from the houses. She found herself at a place that this village held sacred. It was a place of worship, dedicated to her. She found stone pillars to have been erected, along with stone bricks to have lined the earth, leaving a path that led to a pedestal, where a sculpture stood. It was a tall pale sculpture that bore her likeness. The sculpture stood with a bow in hand, dressed in a fine loose gown. At the sculpture's side were a hunting dog and a stag.

While it was a flattering sculpture, Artemis found it funny that she was depicted with lovely gowns. She never wore anything of the sort while on the hunt. It would prove too cumbersome. A short tunic, a cloak of grass and leaves fared just fine for her.

This place of worship wasn't like the large elaborate temples in other places in the land. But, she found it rather refreshing for something that was more humble and simple. It even allowed people to be able to appreciate the natural world around them.

Artemis stared at the sculpture of herself with a sigh. The sun was beginning to set, meaning that nightfall would come soon. The goddess had taken notice of an elderly man to be approaching. He was the eldest of the village. He met her with a deep bow.

"Lady Artemis, I wish to thank you personally for answering our prayers and coming to our aid. I fear that we may not have lasted much longer had you not come," said the elder. Artemis smiled.

"I am just getting started. Soon, I will have everyone in your village capable of wielding a bow. Your sons will be trained and will be renowned hunters. I ask that you also live with this land, rather than try to dominate. For you will better prosper that way," said Artemis.

"Of course, Lady Artemis," said the elder.

"I shall turn in for the night," said Artemis as she began to walk. She froze once she noticed something in the twilight sky. Above, she saw numerous stars to be streaking across the heavens. They burned, as they continued to fall. She couldn't help but stare as the stars continued to fall to the earth. She had seen falling stars before, but something felt off about this shower. Artemis had a sudden sense of dread, but she couldn't fathom why.

The stars continued to fall, while one massive star followed after. The smaller stars led the greater one, which burned brightly in the evening sky. It soon touched down into the earth.

A great bright flash was left on the horizon in the distance. Fire and plumes of smoke rose, as dust and trees were blown by the force of a great blast. Artemis felt the shockwave against her. Her clothes and hair blew from the force. The elder dropped to the ground, having been blown off of his feet. The cry of birds and animals could be heard by Artemis. The goddess rushed to the elder, helping him to his feet.

"By Zeus! What on earth was that?!" exclaimed the old man. Artemis turned her sights back to the distant explosion. A great cloud of ash and smoke rose above the epicenter of the explosion. Fire rained down, dropping to the earth, burning the surrounding forest.

"You must go. The fires will spread to these woods," said Artemis as she turned to the man.

"But where will we go?" asked the elder.

"Head South. There will be another village that should welcome you there," said Artemis a she walked off. She saw from the corner of her eye that the explosion had grown larger, tossing fire through the air. Fortunately, they seemed far enough from the debris that was being thrown. But, her stomach was in knots as she thought of everything that was caught in the immediate blast and the raining debris of fire.

Artemis heard the sound of thunder roaring. She turned to find sparks streaking across the air. The trees trembled and rustled, as a blur came charging. The blur stopped, revealing a tall, athletically built, masculine figure to have screeched to a halt. He was dressed in a tunic, wearing a helmet that bore metallic gold wings on the side. His armored boots carried similar metallic wings at his ankles. Artemis immediately recognized this man. It was none other than Hermes, the messenger of the gods and her half-brother.

"Artemis, Lord Zeus calls for your presence!" said Hermes urgently.

"Father? Then surely it must have something to do with that fallen star. Do you know what's going on?" asked Artemis. Her father only really called on her if it was for some kind of special event in Olympus, or if there was an emergency.

"Nay, sister! But we must go! All gods in the pantheon are to gather at Mt. Olympus!" said Hermes. Artemis nodded.

Mount Olympus stood in the middle of Greece. It towered any other meager mountain. It was so tall that it could reach the heavens itself, where the gods of this land dwelled. It was here that the king of the gods, Zeus, ruled. This grand mountain was forged during the Great War. Fought between Zeus and the new gods, the Olympians, against the old gods, the Titans. The battle had erected this mountain from the depths of the underworld, from the River of Styx, up to the mortal realm above. This mountain was a symbol of the power of the Olympians. But that power was going to be tested.

Artemis found herself entering the grand halls of the great citadel, built near the peak of the mountain itself. As she moved through the halls, she passed grand sculptures that depicted the 3 most powerful Olympians. She soon found herself entering a throne room. It was grand, lit up by torches on this evening. She found her fellow Olympians to be present, waiting. They turned as they found the goddess to be approaching.

"Where is father?" asked Artemis, turning to one of the Olympians.

"Perhaps chasing the skirt of another mortal. I don't see what is so important that he called us here," said an Olympian, annoyed. Artemis grimaced. If she knew anything, it was that her father had a trait that wasn't very appealing and was looked down upon. It was the fact that her father always chased whatever woman that caught his eye, hence why she had a number of half brothers and sisters. Not one had the same mother, aside from three that were legitimate.

Artemis gasped as she found a large, hulking figure to be approaching. He was 9 feet in height, towering over the rest of the Olympians. His skin was dark and dry like ash. He wore a long dark violet tunic. A dull helmet with metallic horns sat on his head. His face was obscured behind the helmet, with his red eyes being the only thing that could be seen. The large figure turned to meet Artemis's gaze, who quickly looked to the ground, trembling a bit. The helmed figure merely made his way further up passed the Olympians, who moved out of his path.

"Hades," another Olympian called. The helmed figure turned to find a shorter Olympian to be approaching. He had long brown hair and a long beard. He wore only a robe at his waist, exposing his bare chest. His arms bore fish scale patterned tattoos. This Olympian had dull eyes that were like a fish's, and wore a crown made up of silver on his head.

"Poseidon." The helmed Olympian spoke in a deep, distorted and gravelly voice. The two Olympians locked hands around each other's forearms in a greeting.

"If you are here, than it must be important. Zeus doesn't just call you away from the Underworld," said Poseidon, a slight grimace on his face.

"It may be worse than you think, brother," said Hades.

Artemis watched as the two Olympians moved further up. It was two of the most powerful of the Pantheon. Poseidon, the God of the Sea, and Hades, the God of the Underworld. These two were among the founders of their great Pantheon, after the Great War.

It had been awhile since she had seen her uncle Poseidon, but even longer since she had seen her uncle Hades. The helmed Olympian never really interacted with the other Olympians and was mainly welcomed during the winter solstice. He spent most of his days in the land of the dead. There, he kept watch over those who were damned to the foulest pits of Tartarus, and those who were given rest in the fields of Elysium. Even if he wasn't preoccupied with his role as ruler of the underworld, there was always a stigma over him about it. His presence often darkened the environment and the auras of the other Olympians.

Truthfully, from the very few times she had seen him, Artemis had been afraid of Hades. After all, his rule was over the dead, something that every living thing dreaded. He was also a large Olympian, with an intimidating appearance. She often wondered what was behind that helmet that he often wore.

The hall went silent. From the front of the throne room, an imposing figure arrived. Artemis immediately recognized him as her father. Zeus, the king of the gods and the ruler of the sky. He was a large man, dressed in fine silk that made up his tunic. He had silver hair, and eyes that were milky white. The man looked almost elderly with his weathered features and silver hair. But, he had the build of a man in his prime.

Zeus's presence commanded silence among the Olympians. They all turned their attention to their king, who had a stoic look.

"There is a threat that looms just on the horizon, my fellow Olympians. It fell from the heavens and carries a dark aura. We must be vigilant, as the entity begins to stir," said Zeus.

"Entity?" asked Artemis, under her breath.

"The fates foretold an enemy that will have fallen from the cosmos. It will bring ruin to our world, leaving it desolate," said Zeus. Artemis gasped, her eyes wide in alarm.

"Unless we can drive it from our shores," said Zeus. The Olympians muttered amongst themselves. Hades exhaled through his helmet, fist clenched.

"I ask thee, brothers and sisters, my fellow Olympians, that we stand together and conquer this enemy. We will show the might of Olympus!" said Zeus. The throne room erupted into some cheers. Hades kept silent, his head lowered.

Hades began to turn and walk away from the crowd. Poseidon took notice of this and began to follow. Artemis turned her sights onto her uncles, as they left the throne room in what looked to be in a fury. Artemis began to follow the pair, as the other Olympians had their attention on Zeus.

The young goddess followed her uncles into the hall. She sneaked by the sculptures and pillars that filled the hall. She heard Poseidon calling out to Hades.

"What troubles thee, brother?" asked Poseidon, as the pair stopped near a balcony. Hades shook his head.

"Nothing. I must be returning to my domain," said Hades. Poseidon looked at him incredulously.

"You will not help us? Zeus has called upon all of us," said Poseidon. Hades scoffed.

"I have a duty that I must attend to. If I'm not there to maintain order, then this 'entity' will be the least of our worries," said Hades, before turning to walk away.

"Brother." Poseidon called. Hades then disappeared in a plume of fire and smoke. The water god sighed.

"Uncle Poseidon?" Artemis called. The older god turned to find his niece to have come out of hiding, approaching. Almost like a timid child.

"Ah. Hello, Niece. I haven't seen you in some time," said Poseidon, smiling warmly at the young goddess.

"Uncle Hades won't be helping with this threat?" asked Artemis. While she knew the answer, she wanted to avoid admitting that she was spying.

"Nay." Poseidon shook his head.

"He doesn't seem to care much for Olympus, does he?" asked Artemis.

"Well, it's not so simple. Your uncle has always been a rather stern and uncompromising god. His lot doesn't help much," said Poseidon.

"His lot?" asked Artemis.

"Did you know that your uncle was meant to inherit the throne? It was his right as firstborn son. It was Zeus who devised a cunning ploy that allowed him to win the throne for himself. Hades has been unable to move past that," said Poseidon. Artemis bore a look of surprise, then a grimace on her face. She hadn't realized that her father had pulled some kind of underhanded trick on his own flesh and blood.

"Even still, when other Olympians don't appreciate his role, Hades always maintains balance and enjoys peace. Don't let his stern nature fool you," said Poseidon. Artemis hummed to herself. She didn't know much of her uncle other than the fear he caused her. But, she felt that she learned something new about him now that gave her a better idea of him.

"Uncle, what sort of entity do you suppose could have father so concerned?"

"I do not know. But if the Fates have foreseen it, then it may be something horrible," said Poseidon, grimly.

The air bore the foul stench of carbon as the forests burned. Great trees that stood for millennia fell as the flames encroached them at their base. Ash flowed through the air, spreading as a breeze kicked in. The fires caused by the impact of the fallen star had spread to villages that were unfortunate to be near the epicenter. They were abandoned, with not a soul in sight.

From a city just miles from the forests, overlooking the inferno from the safety behind its walls and rough terrain that made up the coast, citizens watched. The sky was beginning to glow a hellish red, as the smoke continued to rise up, matching the clouds above. The citizens were filled with a sense of dread as they beheld this sight.

From a citadel in the city center, a king stood as he overlooked the hellscape that was being formed. His expression was stoic, as he watched as the flames devoured the distant forest.

"Your majesty, the people fear that the gods may be unleashing their fury upon us," a man spoke. The king turned as his red robe flowed through the wind. His eyes fell upon a man, who was clad in a white robe. The king waved a dismissive hand.

"The gods? For what reason would they have to be furious with us? Have we not erected temples for a place of worship? Do we not provide offerings and sacrifices? Do we not honor them through our arts and music?" asked the king. He turned to another man, dressed in a brown cloak.

"What say you, Priest?"

"It is as you say, my King. The people of our fair city have not wronged our lords." said the priest.

"Then how do you explain the fallen star and the fires?"

There was a sudden tremor. The king stumbled, while the other two men fell over, exclaiming. The king rushed to the balcony, griping the stone tightly to secure himself. He beheld the citizens being thrown off of their feet as well, as the tremors continued. Beasts of burden wailed as they kicked their legs, while horses bucked their riders.

From the hellscape, more clouds rose. The sky began to blacken, as darker clouds approached, as though drawn to the epicenter of the fallen star. The clouds roared with thunder, as yellow bolts of lightning streaked across the sky. Rain fell from the clouds, crashing onto the city like a hail of arrows raining over a battle field. The storm continued to grow, expanding from the epicenter. The fires were doused by the rain that was brought by the storm. The king smiled.

"It would seem that Lord Zeus has spared us from the fire," said the king.

Suddenly, the lightning grew more intense. The bolts streaked from the sky, down to the tallest structures in this Greek city. The booming of thunder deafened those who were close, or vaporized anyone caught in the strike. Citizens screamed as they fled the streets, as the lightning continued to bombard the city.

The king stared in shock and horror as these divine bolts of lightning sieged his beloved city. The citizens trampled over each other in attempt to find shelter. Structures caught fire as the lightning scorched through them. Animals were running wild, causing more panic. Children cried as they were separated from their parents. Chaos had been unleashed in a matter of moments.

"The gods are furious with us! We must repent!" the priest suddenly cried, fleeing the throne room. The king continued to stare as his city continued to suffer under the storm. Great winds blew, spreading the fires, as lightning kept them lit. Even the rain wasn't enough to douse these flames. The king dropped to his knees, his wet hair sticking to his face. He looked to the darkened sky, hands raised.

"Lord Zeus, why doeth thou unleash your wrath upon us?" the king cried.

There was the sound of what could only be described as the beating of wings. The king's eyes fell back to the doused landscape beyond. He beheld a massive figure to have emerged from the smoke, with great wings. What he saw was not any Olympian that he knew of. What he saw could only be described was a monster.

"Dear Gods..." The king whimpered.

The air was filled with the sound of a loud shriek, along with what one would describe of the cackling of a demon. The cackles continued, as the storm continued to advance into the city, following this unholy beast.

The winds were like hurricanes, created by the creature's great wings. The fires were finally doused, but now the city was beginning to crumble as the powerful winds and lightning crashed against the walls. The creature landed just outside of the city, its clawed toes digging into the earth.

From the distance, a blur approached. It stopped on a hill, overlooking the city. Hermes gasped as he beheld the creature. It stood to rival the size of mountains. It appeared like a dragon, with three serpentine heads. Horns stuck out from its head, along with sharp spiked barbs from the side of its heads. The creature's long fangs stuck out from its jaws. Its hellish red eyes glared at the city. The creature raised its great bat-like wings, giving a wicked loud wail. Its twin barbed tails swayed in the air.

Hermes suddenly bolted away from the region. He mustered the most speed that he possibly could, his heart racing a thousand miles a second. He eventually found himself at Mt. Olympus, quickly scaling it.

The messenger skidded to a halt once he made his way into the throne room. He panted as he found the other Olympians turning their attention to him.

"Titan! A Titan has emerged from the crater!" Hermes cried. The Olympians murmured amongst each other, shocked. Zeus furrowed his brows.

"Followers of Cronus?" asked Zeus.

"Nay. This one is beast!"

"Beast? But there is a truce with the beast Titans," said Poseidon, incredulous. Zeus suddenly turned to two Olympians who stood at his side.

The first Olympian was a large, imposing man. He was clad in armor commonly worn by Spartans. The armor was made up of bronze, from the helmet, the breast plate, to the gauntlets. The armor accentuated his imposing figure, giving him a tank-like appearance. His helmet bore a sideways plume of red dyed horse hair. At his side was a spear.

The second Olympian was tall and slim. Her eyes were blue-green, her hair was golden and she wore similar armor. The plume on her helmet was forward facing, much like the mane of a zebra. Rather than red, the plume was white.

"Ares, Athena, you will lead the first assault on this threat! Take whoever you deem capable to join you!" Zeus ordered. The two war gods bowed before turning to leave his side. Zeus approached Poseidon.

"Brother, we may need it to help in this battle," said Zeus.

"Surely you don't mean..." Poseidon's eyes slightly widened.

"I do. A spawn of Oceanus and Ceto will be our trump card, should this foe pose to be more than we could handle," said Zeus.

"Surely you overestimate this foe? It's one Titan." said Poseidon.

"We'd be fools to underestimate it. I intend to head the prophetic vision of the Fates." Zeus argued. He narrowed his eyes at his brother and spoke in a stern tone.

"Release the Kraken."

The sky was shrouded in a great, raging storm. No light from the sun could pierce through the darkness. The only source of light for this land were the few lightning strikes and the flames that raged.

The land was completely glassed as far as the eye could see. Whatever wasn't scorched was currently burning from the forests that caught fire from the debris. Animals lied dead in the inferno. Cities in this region had been reduced to cinders. Whatever human life that resided was now mummified in ash. The ruined cities were now haunted by these pillars of ash, preserving what remained of those who had perished.

The dragon's golden scales shined from the light of the flames. The creature sneered as it looked over the latest city it had reduced to ash. Its heads cackled as it raised its wings. A wail filled the air, reaching the heavens itself.

As the dragon got onto its wings, it began to crawl along the scorched earth, its tongues slithering out like a common snake. The creature moved with the quickness of a common lizard, and the fluidity of a serpent.

The dragon stopped. The middle head grunted as its head looked around. This prompted the other two heads to look around as well, moving independently of each other. Something was not right in the air.

There was the whinny of equine. The left head squawked as it spotted something in the sky. There was a platoon of white pegasi, carrying a number of Olympians. Among them being Ares and Athena. A chariot pulled by a team of white horses, with manes of fire appeared at their side. An Olympian clad in golden armor, with a helmet that seemed to be concealing light rode.

"Helios! Flank the Titan! We need it blind!" Athena ordered. The golden Olympian nodded, before snapping the reigns. The horses galloped in midair, soaring through the sky towards the dragon. Helios hurled balls of fire at the left head of the dragon. The head snarled as it snapped its jaws at the Olympian, but missed.

The heads grew aggravated as this burning gnat pestered them with the balls of fire. The attacks stung, managing to catch their full attention. As the heads closed in on Helios, the Olympian grabbed his helmet and yanked it off.

"FEEL THE POWER OF THE SUN!!" Helios cried, as his mouth and eyes emitted a blinding white light.

The dragon wailed, as its heads were blinded by the light, rivaling that of the sun itself. The dragon stumbled along the earth, as the vision of the heads was compromised. From the air, the Olympians moved in.

Ares drew out a sword, which ignited with fire. As he flew in with his pegasus, he slashed his sword along the dragon's neck. The blade managed the knick through the scales, causing a cut. The left head shrieked as it thrashed about, its wound bleeding. It began to snap into the air in a blind rage, while the other heads were bombarded with more fire balls from Helios. Athena moved in and began to slash her sword at the right head.

Other Olympians began to fire off arrows at the dragon, among them being Artemis. The goddess fired off arrows at the hide of the creature, which exploded into sparks. These arrows were designed by Hephaestus himself, containing the power of lightning against this foe.

The arrows continued to pelt the dragon's hide. The lightning coursed through its body. In its blind state, the middle head sneered. The creature suddenly stood up on its two legs and spread its wings. Great bolts of lightning shot from its body, spreading all around it and into the sky.

Olympians were zapped out of the sky. They fell from the air, as their pegasi were scorched alive from this attack. Artemis exclaimed as she held the reigns to her pegasus tightly, as it maneuvered passed the bolts.

"It's absorbed the lightning!" Athena cried.

"Then let's try another element!" Ares grunted as he leapt off of his Pegasus. He descended from the air, drawing his spear. He shot down to the beast's middle head. The God of War slammed onto the dragon's head, plunging his spear into its skull. The head shrieked as its eyes rolled back. Ares gripped the spear tightly, as his eyes burned with rage.

"BURN!!"

The spear ignited with flames. The fire drove into the middle head of the dragon. It wailed as it began to stumble forward. The other two heads shrieked as well, as though feeling the pain of the middle head. The creature crashed onto the earth, with Ares still on top. The other heads fell as well, having gone limp. The God of War sighed as he removed his spear. Its blade was coated in the red blood of the beast. He hopped off of the head and onto the ground, where the other Olympians came to join him.

"I don't believe it. It's dead already?" asked an Olympian. Athena smirked.

"No different than a hydra. It went down after going for the middle head."

"Ha! This is the threat that the Fates foretold? This is what father feared? Bah!" Ares kicked the dragon, laughing heartily. Olympians cheered as the dragon lied lifeless before them. Ares turned to Athena.

"Surely, this will make my name known throughout the land! The God of War has conquered the Beast from the Stars!" said Ares. Athena rolled her eyes. How aggravating it was when he behaved this way. She knew he often acted this boisterous when she was around, as though he was trying to get under her skin. It was no secret that Ares was the least popular of the gods, in the eyes of gods and mortals alike.

But Athena knew if she challenged him on his claim of being the sole reason of defeating this Titan, she would just get wrapped up into a tiresome argument with her half-brother, only for him to lose his temper and draw his weapon on her. She sighed, deciding to spare herself of the ordeal, and from once again humiliating her brute of a brother.

"Yes, Ares. Father will surely be proud," said Athena dryly.

"Are there any mortals left? I want them to bask in my glory!" cried Ares, stepping away from the dragon. The eye of the dragon suddenly shot open. Athena took notice of this, her face becoming pale.

"ARES!" Athena screamed.

Ares whipped around, just as the jaws of the dragon clamped down over him. The dragon had bitten a chunk of the earth, before raising its heads. The middle head chomped and swallowed the earth, along with the God of War.

"FALL BACK!" Athena shouted, as the Olympians scrambled away from the beast. The heads began to snatch up any straggling Olympians, as they mustered feeble attacks on the beast. Gods were swallowed whole by the great jaws of the golden beast.

Helios arrived onto the scene via his chariot, hurling more balls of fire at the beast. The right head snarled as it opened its jaws wide, sparks of electricity ran along its fangs and mouth. The heads of the dragon deeply inhaled, as an eerie glow came from their throats, moving to their heads. With a haunting shriek, the beasts spewed great streams of lightning from their maws. The lightning scorched what greenery was left in the earth, while vaporizing any Olympian in its path.

The dragon shrieked as it rose to its feet, the earth rumbled from the giant's movements. It continued to spew lightning across the land, as the Olympians fled.

Athena found herself on the ground, as the heat of the air washed over her. She gritted her teeth as she slammed her fist into the ground, cursing.

"Ares, you arrogant fool!"

Athena felt herself hauled to her feet. Artemis grunted as she hoisted the war goddess out of the dirt.

"Come, Athena! We must leave!" Artemis cried. The pair stumbled through the dirt, as the earth quaked with the dragon's footsteps. The pair stopped as a massive wing landed in their path. The goddess turned to find the dragon looking down at them with its three heads.

Looks of malice were etched on the muzzles of this creature. This was no dumb beast or a mindless thing of destruction. It was a creature that was taking joy out of the chaos it was bringing. That joy only seemed to grow with two Olympians at its mercy. Both Artemis and Athena stood, petrified at the stare of the three headed demon. They clenched their eyes shut, awaiting the creature to devour them like it did others.

Suddenly, the middle head began to cough and gag. The other two heads turned to look at the middle, confused. Smoke and fire erupted from the maw of the middle head, as tears ran from its eyes. The two Olympians opened their eyes as they heard the distress that the creature was in. The flames in its maw grew more intense. The middle head suddenly heaved and vomit a scorching ball of fire to the ground. From the bile and flames, Ares emerged, his armor red hot and his plume burning.

"Ares!" cried Athena, shocked but also overjoyed. The dragon hissed as it glared at the three Olympians, baring its fangs. Before it could make another move, the sound of a muffled wail filled the air. The heads turned, finding the ocean beyond this land.

From the coast, great waves rose and crashed into the rocks. The wail was growing louder, as the waves grew more violent. A massive form moved beneath the surface of the water, pushing the waves further onto land. Soon, something emerged.

The creature arose from the ocean. It was a massive cephalopod, with sickly pale skin, covered in mucus. There were bioluminescent patterns speckled along its face. The eyes were a greenish-yellow, dead like a fish. Tendrils swayed from the front of its face, as the creature gave a gurgling, popping sound. The head of the beast was covered in a protective cone-like shell. Its great tentacles latched onto the dry land, hauling it up onto the earth. The waves crashed after it, dousing the hot glassed earth.

This was a creature that had been spawned between two Titans of the Sea. Their power gave rise to a new beast, which had been domesticated by Poseidon himself after the Great War. This was the Kraken.

"They've sent the Kraken. We must go!" said Artemis, as she and Athena fled. Ares cursed to himself as he followed.

The dragon snarled as it turned to face the new giant. The Kraken swayed its tentacles, as it wailed. The dragon stood up right, raising its necks high into the air. It spread its massive wings, causing great gusts of winds. The tails of the dragon seemed to rattle, while it let loose a shriek. The dragon was easily able to dwarf the Kraken, with the cephalopod reaching up to only his thighs. But, the water beast was not deterred by the dragon's act of intimidation. Whether it was bravery or the stupidity of a lower life form, the dragon wasn't sure.

The Titans approached each other, the earth rumbling from their movements. The dragon got on all fours and swiftly approached the Kraken. The cephalopod hurled its tentacles at the dragon, who was caught in its grasps. The suction cups beneath the tentacles kept a firm grasp on the dragon.

The dragon sunk its fangs into the limbs of the Kraken. The bite resulted in the shocking of its body. The electric bite scorched portions of the Kraken's limbs, prompting an eerie shriek to escape it. The Kraken released the dragon and quickly scurried back, away from the dragon. However, the outworlder was not through. It took the initiative to approach, which prompted the Kraken to retreat further. The dragon cackled at the creature's cowardice.

It opened its jaws wide and spewed forth its electric beams directly onto the Kraken. The beams scorched through its soft tissue, cooking it alive. The Kraken wailed as it attempted to retreat to the sea, as portions of limbs were charred from the devastating attack.

Before the Kraken could reach the shore, a heavy foot stomped on its shelled head. The creature shrieked in distress as its limbs flailed, attempting to pull itself from beneath the dragon's foot.

One by one, the heads began to peck and gnaw at the shell of the Kraken. It continued to shriek in panic, as its limbs began to latch onto the dragon, attempting to crush its bones. The dragon instead dug its claws into the shell, penetrating the surface. The Kraken's eyes darted around, as it attempted to make another vein attempt to escape. But, it felt the ground beneath it disappear. It took a moment to realize that it was now airborne, with the dragon carrying it.

Surviving Olympians could only watch as the dragon carried the Kraken high above into the sky, ascending passed the storm clouds. It felt like an eternity, as the onlookers stared into the clouds, searching for any sign of the giants. It was only a matter of moments later that the Kraken was seen falling through the clouds, wailing.

The Kraken crashed into the earth, landing on its head. A plume of dust and smoke surrounded it, as it lied in a crater of its own making. Its limbs weakly moved. Its shell had been broken, exposing more of its soft interior, where the rest of the head lied.

The dragon suddenly descended from the clouds, landing on the head of the Kraken. With a stomp, the Kraken was held in place. The heads of the dragon snarled as they loomed over the Kraken. The last thing the cephalopod saw was the incoming jaws of one of the heads.

The dragon began to bite into the Kraken. They ripped the creature apart, while swallowing chunks of its flesh. Entrails were delicately removed from the bulbous head, tossed aside to allow the heads to indulge in the rest of its flesh. The Olympians could only watch as the dragon fed on the Kraken. The dragon raised its heads and spread its great wings, letting out a loud, triumphant cry, as thunder roared and lightning streaked across the sky behind it.

The Olympians were overwhelmed with a sense of dread as they gazed upon the dragon. Truly, it would be the bane of entire world.

The dragon's great screech echoed across the land, spreading further and further. The wicked cries of the beast were heard by the inhabitants of this world. From every nation, every tongue, young and old, mortal and god, they heard the cries of the dragon. Heads turned, searching for the source of this haunting sound. Even what lied beneath the Earth's crusts heard the call.

As if in unison, lands began to feel the quaking of the earth. Mountains were split, rockslides covered nearby villages, and the earth parted, like open wounds.

Zeus and Poseidon stood on Mt. Olympus, overlooking the chaos that was unfolding under the shadow of the mountain. The God of the Sky narrowed his eyes, as great beasts emerged from the wounds of the earth, climbing onto the surface. They all wailed as they trampled the glassed lands, approaching the great dragon, who stood over the dead Kraken.

The Titans of this land approached the dragon, who stood with the regality of a king. The beasts all circled the dragon. The dragon bared its teeth at the Titans and snarled. One by one, the Titans bowed their heads, bent their knees, crouched low to the ground, let hang whatever long appendage they may have. They knelt before this outworlder in submission.

"Eons of Peace with the Beast Titans have been spat on," said Poseidon solemnly. Zeus scoffed.

"Nay. They were just waiting for a new king to rally behind." said Zeus, gripping the stone surface of the rail. His eyes burned with rage.

The sky was shrouded in darkness. Great storms invaded what was once a bright, sunny day. The smell of smoke and ash poisoned the air, as the earth burned with glass.

The great golden dragon soared across the earth, spreading its destruction across the lands. No patch of green and no living creature were spared by the invader's wrath. Those who survived the electric beams that scorched the earth found themselves at the mercy of the harsh elements left behind. More died from the toxic air that was left behind compared to the lightning that rained upon them.

When the dragon invaded a land, it was greeted by an entourage of Titans, who were native to these realms. They bowed to their new lord and were commanded to lay waste to the land. , The Titans led the first assault, trampling what was beneath their feet. Ghidorah finished what was left with his breath.

The Gods found themselves at war with these giants. From the North, to the South, East and West, the Gods fought. The mortals prayed to their lords for salvation, but only oblivion awaited them.

In the land of Neighpon, there was devastation as far as the eye could see. The Titans, or 'Kaiju', as the natives dubbed them, waged their war against the mortals and gods. Forests were trampled, mountains were leveled, and settlements were flattened. These Kaiju were preparing for their king's arrival, for when he will cleanse this land with his divine breath.

The sky had darkened. There was only the starry night sky left. The creatures continued their rampage, while a faint glow from a cave in the mountain was emitted. A stone suddenly sealed the entrance of this tall mountain, hiding what light remained.

Inside of the cave, a tall, radiant women hid. She was huddled in the corner of the cave, her long kimono draped over the dirty ground. She wept as she trembled in the cave, hearing the rumblings from outside. This frightened lady was no ordinary woman. She was Amaterasu of Neighpon, Goddess of the Sun. She was the Queen who ruled over the other gods of her pantheon. She brought light to the Far East. But, her reign would soon be coming to an end.

The Goddess wept as she buried her face into the sleeves of her brightly colored kimono dress. Her long raven hair was draped over her pale face.

"My Queen! Please, come out! We need your light!" said a voice from outside.

"No!" Amaterasu cried.

The Goddess loathed herself at this moment. The world was falling prey to a foreign entity that had declared war on them all. She was supposed to bear light and guide her nation against these forces of evil, but she was now cowering here in this cave like a mere child.

The Old Gods, the Kaiju, had completely turned on them. The pantheon never sought ill will against them. In fact, they honored them as the Forerunners that they were. But now, they followed this outworlder to conquer the entire world for themselves. They had become organized under their new king and were paving the way for his arrival here. By the time the golden dragon came here, the one that the mortals of her realm called, "Ghidorah", there would be nothing left.

Amaterasu could hear the desperate prayers of the people of Neighpon. Their cries weighed heavy on her, but her cowardice at such a time made her unable to act. She knew deep down that she must go out there. But, the tales of this demon devouring gods shook her to her core.

"My Queen, there are those who seek an audience with you," said another voice. Amaterasu cupped her hands over her ears, whimpering as she attempted to shut out the voices.

"They claim to represent the Guardian of Peace." The voice spoke. The Goddess gasped as she heard this. She removed her hands from her ears, sniffling. With a gulp, she raised a divine hand, moving away the stone that blocked the cave entrance.

"Only they may enter." Amaterasu spoke, struggling to hide the fear in her voice. How pitiful the others may find her. Never had she felt humiliated. But, if these 'visitors' were true, then it may bring her some comfort.

The cave was entered. A pair of young women approached. They were clad in orange garbs, their skin a tannish tone. Their arms bore tribal tattoos. On their shoulders, a symbol was engrained. That symbol was that of a cross, residing within a circle, as wavy lines pointed to them, giving the symbol a sun-like appearance.

"Greetings from Infant Island, Lady Amaterasu." The natives spoke and bowed in unison. Looking at these girls, Amaterasu noticed the striking resemblance between the two. They were twins,

"Why have you come?" asked Amaterasu, caution in her voice. The fact that two natives from Infant Island claimed to have represented the Guardian of Peace had her on edge. The Guardian was a Kaiju, much like the others. 'Had they come to tell me that she has turned as well', Amaterasu wondered.

"Mosura remains your ally, Lady Amaterasu. But, all Kaiju that dwell on the Earth have turned their backs on peace and rally behind the three headed devil. Alone, she is unable to win this battle, but she will fight for us nonetheless," said the twins in unison.

"Do you know anything about this demon that fell from the heavens?" asked Amaterasu.

"Only that it hails from another world, far from our very own. It seeks to conquer ours for itself to rule. Already, it uses the Kaiju of Earth as tools to reform the foundations of the planet. It intends to purge everything to remake the world in its image," said the twins. Amaterasu felt her fear creep in more.

The dragon did not intend to stop until it had completely eradicated all life on this world. No mortal nor god was safe from this living apocalypse.

"Then we are doomed. We're powerless against the invader's power. Even if every god and mortal were to band together, we'd be powerless to stop it and its army." Amaterasu fell to her knees in despair.

"Fret not, for there is one who has not bowed to this false king. He slumbers in the sea. He is our only hope," said the twins.

"Lady Amaterasu!" A god called from outside of the cave. The distress in his voice startled the queen.

"Ghidorah has arrived!" The god cried. Amaterasu's eyes widened in horror.

"Fret not. Mosura will come to fight." said one of the twins, firmly.

Meanwhile, from the air, the three headed dragon, the invader from the stars, Ghidorah, arrived onto the land of Neighpon. The Kaiju of this land began to move away out of his path, allowing him to scorch the earth with his oral beams. The lightning ravaged the fertile landscape, reducing everything to glass.

Ghidorah wailed as he continued to walk across the land, still spewing his electric beams. In moments, he had managed to cover one third of the fertile land of this region. The gods kept their distance, as they watched helplessly as the dragon destroyed everything in his path. The sky was shrouded in clouds of ash, as the hot glass-lands glowed in the dead of night.

Before Ghidorah could continue his purge, a bright light shined above him. His heads turned in confusion, wincing under the bright, heavenly light above. The sound of what seemed like a high pitched cry filled the air. A silhouette of a winged figure approached from the sky above, like an angel descending from the heavens.

Mosura, a Kaiju with the appearance of a fuzz covered moth descended. Her body was large, along with her abdomen, where a stinger stuck out. She bore six legs, two of which were longer than the rest, appearing like the appendages of a mantis. Her orange haired antennae blew in the wind, as her large glowing blue eyes glared at the dragon. Her great wings beat against the wind, bearing yellow and orange patterns. The tips of the wings bore red eye-like markings.

Mosura shrieked as she dived down towards Ghidorah. Before the dragon could react, the moth spewed forth a glob of silk from her insectoid mouth, catching the middle head in a net of it. The dragon stumbled, having been disoriented from being blinded by the silk covering its head. The other two heads snarled at Mosura, who soared through the air, chirping. Her wings gave off a cyan bioluminescent glow, lighting up the darkness of the land.

One of the heads began to gnaw at the silk covering on the middle head of Ghidorah. The third head opened its jaws and spewed a beam of lightning at the moth. Mosura rolled through the air, evading the lightning. She moved as swift as the wind, sending great gusts across the land everywhere she went. The other Titans roared as they turned their focus on her.

Mosura found herself flying into the path of the other giants, who sought to stop her rebellion. Mosura evaded each one as they swung their limbs at her in attempt to swat her out of the sky. Unfortunately for her, the kaiju was unable to fight them head on given her much smaller size. But, that didn't mean she was helpless.

The moth kaiju flew passed the Kaiju that attempted to swat her. From her wings, scales began to shed, glowing gold in the night. The scales covered the faces of the Kaiju, resulting in their eyes being irritated, or causing asphyxiation, rending them immobile. Mosura continued to soar through the air, but sensed something to be rapidly approaching her. From the clouds around her, a burning winged figure flanked her. Mosura felt herself slammed into by another Kaiju.

This Kaiju was reptilian, appearing bird-like. Its two great wings burned with fire and magma that seemed to ooze from the cracks of its hide. The winged reptile had a long beak, filled with carnivorous teeth. Its head bore a tri-crest, and its chest was covered by an armored hide. The creature slashed its vulture-like talons at Mosura's wings, creating a tear near the edge. The moth cried out as she lost altitude, struggling to regain her flight.

The winged reptile gave a loud shriek as it gave chase. Mosura recognized this Kaiju. It was known as a fire demon in the South Western Hemisphere. His speed was unmatched, along with his ferocity. Now, he had his hellish eyes locked onto her.

The two soared around through the air, causing great gusts of wind to blow across the land. The winds caused fires to spread to the untouched forests in the rest of the region. Mosura made bold moves by stalling her speed to appear next to the fire demon, where she quickly slashed her appendages across his hide. Red hot blood like magma fell to the earth, spreading more fires onto the land. The fire demon squawked as he locked his talons onto Mosura's legs, dragging her through the air. The pair spun together through the air, crashing along the earth. They sent mounds of earth everywhere, creating clouds of debris, dirt, and ash to spread. Mosura broke free once she slashed her appendages at the demon's head, prompting him to release her. She took the opportunity to put some distance between them.

However, the fire demon quickly caught up to the Guardian of Peace. Mosura found herself slammed into the side of a mountain. She wailed in pain as the demon's flames scorched the edges of her wings. The demon lunged his head forward and snapped his beak at Mosura, who made every effort to thrash and move to avoid getting her head bitten off. Every maneuver had a closer call of being instantly killed than the last. Mosura thrust her abdomen upward, sending a stinger into the demon's gut. The reptile groaned as his eyes widened. The stinger stuck out from his back.

Mosura removed her stinger and pushed her legs forward, forcing the fire demon off of her. The beast wailed as he fell to the ground, struggling to stand. The venom from the stinger had begun to take over his system, rendering him paralyzed. Mosura struggled to climb the mountain, feeling her body beginning to give from exhaustion. She gave a distressed cry as the rocks slid beneath her, causing her to tumble to the ground. The moth shook as she lied on the earth

Ghidorah had managed to tear the silk away from his middle head. He snarled as he found the insect to be lying at the base of the mountain, battered. Her eyes glowed faintly, and her damaged wings were spread out, lying limp on the ground. The dragon sneered as he looked down at her. He roared, before using his great wings to carry him through the air. The dragon soared off away from the land, moving deeper into Neighpon.

The remaining Kaiju turned their attention to Mosura. They stalked towards her, intent on crushing the rebellious insect. Mosura struggled to stand, her wings barely able to gain enough air to carry her off. The Kaiju stalked closer, snarling. Their mouths salivated at the sight of her. Mosura's wings weakly raised, displaying a hellish red color. She let loose a loud and aggressive shriek, as her antennae shot up and her fuzz became erect. The Kaiju were not deterred at this act of intimidation. As they stalked closer, Mosura mustered up what remained of her energy.

A bright golden light that was like the sun emitted from her body. The Kaiju recoiled and stumbled back, as the moth gave a wicked loud cry.

"Mosura cries for help. She hopes that HE will answer," said one of the twins.

The voice of Mosura echoed through the land. Her light could be seen from the coast of the island, like a beacon. Her voice carried across the land and through the sea. From beneath the surface, a figure began to move swiftly. It rapidly approached the shore, as the voice rang in its hearing.

Mosura found her light dying down. Her antennae drooped down over her head. Her legs weakly carried her back against the base of the mountain. She was cornered and helpless, as these much larger Kaiju came closer.

The air was suddenly filled with a haunting bellow. It sounded as though it was muffled. The Kaiju all turned their attention away from the moth. They saw that a great wave crashed onto the shore, spreading to the hot glass-lands that was left behind.

The gods and natives stared as they found the new Kaiju that appeared. It bore a powerful thick tail, and dark scaly body, with great maple leaf shaped dorsal plates. Short but powerful arms tucked back, with a small and flat head. Its small carnivorous teeth dripped with saliva, as its amber eyes glared at the trio of Kaiju. This dark dragon bore an imposing body, like a bear. Its brows were furrowed like an eagle's, and its scales rough like a crocodile and hardened lava beds. The dragon gave a loud shriek resembling an elephant's cry. A low bellow like a demonic whale followed after the shriek.

"Gojira." Amaterasu spoke breathlessly.

The dark Kaiju, Gojira, stomped across the glass-lands, his eyes burning with rage. He found the devastation that had been left on this land. He had heard the cry of one that had taken the throne as king among the Kaiju, but he never imagined that it would lead to all of this. This was not the way of Kaiju. This was nothing more than chaos. Gojira snarled as his eyes fell upon the three Kaiju that stood over a battered Mosura. She was the only one that did not serve this invader. Leaving her to die would be detrimental.

Gojira roared at the three Kaiju, commanding them to cease their destructive ways. The Kaiju met him with defiant cries, baring their teeth at him. It seemed that this 'king' had their complete loyalty. Gojira had no right to command them. Therefore, he had to do things the old fashion way, with force.

Gojira charged for the three Kaiju, who charged as well. One of them was an Oni-like beast, a shade of red, with a pair of red horns. The creature scooped up a hand full of earth and hurled it at Gojira. The dragon pushed through, clenching his eyes shut. While blind, Gojira knew that the Oni would take advantage of his vulnerability. The dragon stopped and spun, swinging his tail. He managed to slam his tail into the Oni, sending him flying through the air. Gojira shook his head, clearing his face of dirt.

A bipedal salamander, with a mouth full of small sharp teeth and a head larger than Gojira's moved forward. Its dark mucus coated skin bore blood red and orange patterns along its hide. The creature charged towards Gojira, slamming into him. He gripped the dragon by the shoulders and opened his great jaws wide, groaning as he lunged to bite down. Gojira's spines ignited neon blue, firing a blast of atomic energy down the throat of the salamander. The amphibian shrieked as it fell back, its mouth emitting smoke. The remaining kaiju was a tiger, with stag-like horns sticking out of its skull. It was white like snow, with red stripes on its body. The tiger roared as it lunged for Gojira, latching onto him.

Gojira held its head back as it attempted to snap its jaws at his neck. The dragon merely threw the tiger to the ground and raised his foot. With a swift drop, Gojira stomped on the tiger's side, causing the creature to cry out in pain. Gojira continued to stomp on the giant feline over and over, grinding his heel against its ribs. With his opponent down, Gojira stepped off, turning to find the Oni back to its feet.

The Oni snarled as he raised his hands, which burned with flames. He roared as he charged forward, hurling balls of fire at the dragon. Gojira dropped to his hands and began to crawl on all fours towards the demon. He then shot up and tackled the Oni to the ground. He began to slash his claws against his chest and face, causing deep gashes that bled profusely. Gojira then sunk his teeth into the oni's neck, tearing a chunk of its flesh along with it. Arteries were severed, leading to the Oni to bleed profusely. Gojira stood back to his feet, licking the blood from his muzzle. One was bleeding out, the other two were immobilized. Gojira grunted before leaving the defeated Kaiju.

The dark dragon approached Mosura, who lied on the ground. Mosura raised her head, her large, expressionless eyes stared into Gojira's.

'Thank you, for saving my life. I am in your debt,' a gentle voice was heard by Gojira. He knew the source. It came from the moth that lied at his feet. The dragon blew a heavy puff of air from his nostrils.

'I did not do it for you. It would be troublesome to deal with one more enemy.' Gojira turned to find the winged fire demon to be lying on the ground, wailing as he was unable to move.

'He's much too powerful. No one has been able to defeat him. All follow him and are destroying our world to make another. We must band together so that we may drive him away to save our world,' Mosura chirped. Gojira looked her way, eyes narrowed.

'I see nothing but weaklings. I shall face him on my own, and take my rightful place as king.' Gojira turned and walked away. He left Mosura behind, who watched with her antennae falling limp.

The dark dragon continued across the land, approaching the storm that enveloped the next region over. He pressed on, approaching the next vast field of glass. The stench of fire filled the Kaiju's nostrils. He passed decimated villages, burning forests, and mummified creatures.

Soon, Gojira found his target. Ghidorah landed onto the glassed landscape and shrieked. He turned as he found Gojira approaching, eyes narrowed.

'Kneel before me.' Ghidorah's heads hissed as he spread his great wings, standing tall. His tails rattled, and lightning streaked across the sky around him. Gojira snarled as he slammed his tail into the earth and stomped one foot. His dorsal plates began to flash. A neon blue light was cast. He gave a loud shriek resembling an elephant's cry. A low bellow like a demonic whale followed after the shriek.

'I kneel to no one.'

The two Kaiju stared each other down. The storm grew more intense, as rain fell upon their hides. The two roared at each other one last time. Gojira sprinted across the land, his heavy footsteps causing the earth to tremble. Ghidorah got onto all fours and charged as well. After gaining enough momentum, he began to thrust himself upwards, running on two legs, his wings raised, creating some drag. The two Titans soon crashed into each other. The force of their collision caused a great shockwave, which could be felt and heard for miles. Like an explosion, it caused more tremors.

The two gods clawed and bite one another. Their heavy footsteps trampled everything beneath them. They slammed their own weight against each other to overpower their opponent. Gojira grasped Ghidorah and spun him around, throwing him. The invasive kaiju dug his heels into the earth, skidding to a halt. He wailed as he lunged for Gojira, sinking his fangs into the hide of the aquatic beast. Gojira wailed as he attempted to pry the heads, but he was met with shock of electricity from their bite.

The electricity scorched the surface of his hide, surrounding the areas the fangs were embedded in. Not even the armor that grew on Gojira's body was enough to endure the invader's lightning.

Gojira's dorsal plates suddenly ignited. He spewed forth his atomic breath, the force of the blast sent the outworlder back. Ghidorah tucked his wings in and hunched forward, digging his heels into the earth. He wailed as the blue flames burned his hide. The breath ceased, leaving a smoking scorch mark to be covering a portion of Ghidorah's chest.

The dragon hissed as he prepared to retaliate, but his eyes widened when Gojira came charging for him. The earth violently shook beneath him with every step. Gojira rammed his shoulder against Ghidorah, knocking him off of his feet.

Gojira planted one foot over his wing, while using the other to stomp on Ghidorah's chest. The heads of Ghidorah wailed, as he felt the bones in his body beginning to give. The force of the stomp from Gojira's powerful legs rattled the dragon's core.

The threat grew more, once Gojira moved his foot and stomped on the left neck of Ghidorah. The head gave distressed cries, as its eyes began to bug out. Blood was coughed up by the head. Gojira sneered as he raised his foot again. Before he could bring it down, the middle and right head spewed their beams of lightning. One beam struck Gojira's face.

Once disoriented, Ghidorah threw his weight to the side, forcing his body against Gojira's lower half of his body. Having lost his balance, the dark dragon fell to the ground, causing the earth to quake on impact.

Ghidorah scrambled to his feet. As he stood, the right and middle head realized that the left was hanging limp to the chest. The head was twitching, as it gurgled. One of the eyes was bulging from the socket. The remaining heads glared at Gojira and shrieked at him. As the dark dragon stood up, the Golden dragon suddenly took to the air.

Gojira roared as Ghidorah fled, his cries echoed out across the land. This war was far from over. But the victory of this battle had bolstered the Kaiju's confidence. Soon, the Earth will hear his name. Through him, his kind will take back their rightful place as the Alpha of Titans. He will be King.

Ghidorah had fled far from the land of Neighpon. He found himself descending over a deserted island. The dragon landed, causing the trees to rustle and tremble from his descent. The dragon panted, feeling the pain from the battle finally settle in. He was filled with rage, having retreated from an inferior creature.
That rage only grew once he realized just how much of a threat he posed to him. There was only room for one king on this planet. The dragon intended to ensure that it was he that ruled supreme.

Ghidorah's right and middle head turned to the left, as it lied limp. The middle head softly groaned as it nudged the left. The left groaned as it began to drool onto the chest. The head was still alive, but the other two could barely keep a mental link with it. It was far too damaged to properly function. This would not do.

The middle and right head both shared a look. The pair bared their teeth and lunged for the left head. This jaws sunk into the damaged neck, where they mauled away at its flesh. The left head's eyes rolled back, as the light in its eyes began to die.

Soon, the head fell to the ground. All that was left was the rest of the neck, which was still intact. Ghidorah push through the agony he felt from eating his own left head. But, it was necessary to endure.

From the stump of the neck, white puss had begun to form. The puss grew and inflated. From inside the white sack, muscle and bone began to form, along with a forked tongue. The puss continued to grow, allowing more bones and cartilage to form, reconstructing the neck. Soon, a jaw was formed, along with a skull. Eyes emerged from the hollow sockets, held in place by muscle and tissue. Horns grew from the head. The regenerating head gurgled and groaned, as it attempted to draw air.

The middle head began to tear at the white sack that covered the newly regenerated head. Soft tissue was covered in golden scales. The left head squawked as it drew breath, feeling relief. The mental link that was weak was now strong again.

Ghidorah's heads roared in unison, great wings spread into the air. Now, they were ready for a rematch.

I was gonna wait until I got some character references done, but I've held off on this for way too long. In the future I'll update this anthology with some of the character references that I planned on showing.