Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.1 Hell Of Hells
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Story takes place before dinosaurs evolved in the Early Triassic epoch following the Great Permian Extinction.
The 2014 movie states that Godzilla is estimated at roughly 250,000,000. Which lines up almost perfectly with the Permian-Triassic Extinction, aka The Great Dying. The planet was nearly sterilized. This environment is real and all its animals and plants are roughly period.
Warning, dark fic. Rated adult+ because later chapters WILL contain implied child rape, rape, and underage sex.
2014 AU. “Dragons”, Godzilla’s species, weren’t always so big, the largest growing no heavier than an elephant. Godzilla was a mutant adapted to the high levels of radiation poisoning the world in a post-apocalyptic landscape and in youth had a much lighter build. Dragons also evolved completely separate from reptiles and have different traits. Warm blooded, a more mammalian style live birth, ect...
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Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.1 Hell Of Hells
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So gray. So ugly. This world. This hell of hells...
He could still remember vast, green lands and blue skies. A cool, bountiful ocean. The sun. A beautiful world full of life. Now there was only ash. Food was scarce. Even standing so close to shore the perpetual, dry wind burned.
The Shattering had broken the earth.
Hearing an especially loud, pained roar he shuttered. The breath caught in his throat as he held his head, on the verge of tears. Too long. This was taking far too long. The healers had taken over and thrown him out of the shelter to make room when she had started shrieking, but that had been over a cycle ago. Now the smothered sun was bleeding the western horizon for a second time. Claws dug into his scales as clenched his hands around his scalp. He should be in there with her. That they had even gotten pregnant in the first place was a miracle, but now she had to survive birthing. The choice had been hers. At her age it had most likely been her last heat and their last chance to pup, but there were risks.
She was too old for this. They both were. They probably wouldn’t live to watch him or her grow into adulthood, but they had to try. There were so few dragons left. The precious few pups that had been born since the Shattering all died shortly after birth, but the world was finally calming, healing. Life was returning to the land and sea and food slowly growing more plentiful. The skies were brighter, the wind calmer, and the ocean had cooled.
Just before her last heat there had been a sign she simply refused to ignore. The winds had stilled for nearly a cycle, allowing the gray sky to clear and unveil the sun for the first time since the Shattering. The horizon was graced with a golden sunset and the brilliant blue sky had blacked and shimmered with stars.
They’d wept.
The ancient was ripped violently from his thoughts by the sound of faint chirping and his head jerked towards the shelter’s entrance. Instantly he was marching back. They couldn’t hold him back now, he wouldn’t let them. He should have never allowed them kick him out in the first place. If they tried now he’d give them the fight of their lives.
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In the doorway he stayed. Watching. Waiting. She lay on her side, her jaws slightly parted and tongue slipping out. With her eyes shut it almost looked as though she was just sleeping. But her chest didn’t rise. Slowly he approached and knelt by her side. She was too still and as he touched her face his tears finally fell. Fearfully he pulled her into his arms and held her close, begging for her to come back and praying that he’d awaken from this nightmare.
A high pitched squeak finally reminded him of why she had chosen this.
Her bright eyes stared up at him through their newborn. The infant was massive, maybe twice normal size, but he looked perfectly healthy. There were no deformities, no other abnormalities. Chirping and squeaking the pup reached for his daddy’s face with tiny hands. He was beautiful. Cradling their little miracle closer he wept.
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