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The ancient behemoth opened his eyes and surveyed the large forest spread out beneath his immense form. This was his domain, stretching from horizon to horizon. Nothing in this place doubted his dominance.
He was a ruler, but not a tyrannous one; he did not attack or destroy unprovoked now that the red rage did not occupy his thoughts. He had grown and evolved past that in his many years on this world.
He also did his best to shield his territory, the land and creatures within it, from beings who wished to do it harm. He had faced many adversaries over many centuries, some from the sea, some from the sky, and some from the darkest corners of lands far beyond this realm. He had even fought his own kin, unable to convince them to overlook the red rage and forsake their destructive nature.
When he didn’t battle, he slept for many years, and in these years he dreamt. He dreamt of a beautiful world full of golden sunshine and warmth, of plants and animals who did not bear the harshness of a land living on borrowed time, of clear air that did not fill with smoke and gas. He dreamt of the red rage that had filled his thoughts, the all-consuming instinct that drove him to destroy everything he could see, the long years that he spent killing, and the longer years after that he spent grieving the death he had wrought. He dreamt of a name, a name that was an object of hate, terror, and loss. A name whispered quietly by broken souls whose hope had long ago passed into darkness. A name that described a sin which caused its bearer unimaginable pain and infinite guilt.
The name Godzilla.