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POV: Third Person
Location: Manhattan, New York
The Big Apple, city of dreams, of skyscrapers and sleepless ambition it had weathered revolutions, blackouts, and even alien threats. But none of those would be remembered like this.
They thought an invasion from the stars would be the pinnacle of Manhattan's history.
They were wrong.
*RROOOAAARRR*
Zilla's roar tore through the city like a shockwave. Windows shattered. Alarms wailed. Birds scattered from rooftops in panicked flocks.
A pack of Skullcrawlers surged forward, claws scraping asphalt, fangs glinting with hunger. They were savage, relentless—but they were not ready.
A torrent of atomic fire green, incandescent, and furious erupted from Zilla's maw. The younger Skullcrawlers were incinerated mid-charge, their charred remains collapsing into smoldering heaps.
The adults scattered, instinct overriding bloodlust. Some scaled buildings like twisted serpents, others ducked into alleys, hoping to flank the alpha.
Divide and conquer. That was their plan.
It failed.
Two Skullcrawlers launched from opposite rooftops, claws outstretched, jaws wide.
Zilla twisted impossibly fast for something so massive. His tail, crackling with green arcs of energy, lashed out.
*CRACK*
One Skullcrawler's skull caved in on impact, its body limp before it hit the ground.
The other found itself not landing on Zilla's back, but diving straight into his open jaws.
*SKREEEEE—*
The cry was cut short. Zilla's maw clamped down, crushing its throat in a single, brutal bite.
As this was happening humanity was watching from across the world on screens in homes and in hands people watched another battle in new york but this time it wasn't an invasion of aliens.
But a battle of monsters.
As the last Skullcrawler went limp in Zilla's jaws, the kaiju strode forward, each thunderous step reducing cars, pavement, and storefronts to rubble.
Across the airwaves, soldiers, police, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Monarch agents all asked the same question in frantic tones:
What do we do?
But Manhattan's heroes didn't wait for orders.
The Human Torch streaked through the air in a trail of fire, while War Machine's thrusters roared as he matched his pace. Together, they leveled out beside the towering reptile's face.
"Okay," Johnny began, flames flickering hotter than usual. "I know sometimes I can be a little hot headed–"
"Sometimes?" War Machine cut in, one brow raised beneath his helmet.
"Fine. Most times. But seriously what's our plan here? Because I really don't like our odds against this big green lizard. He just tore through those skull-things like they were nothing."
Green reptilian eyes shifted toward the two heroes as they flew near. For one tense moment, Zilla regarded them in silence. Then, with a low rumble, he turned his gaze forward again and kept walking.
"Just follow him for now. Reed and I are working on solutions and whatever you do don't attack. The last thing we need is another monster rampaging through the city," Susan Storm's voice rang out over comms.
In the Baxter Building, she stood before a massive holographic display, Zilla's towering form glowing as a red marker across the map of Manhattan. His path was obvious: Central Park—the origin point of the giant rats and Skullcrawlers.
"Like any territorial predator, he's going back to investigate," Dr. Niko Nick Tatopoulos explained, his face appearing on one of the live feeds. "If I'm right, Zilla will stick close to New York for some time."
"That lizard is going to flatten half the city just by walking!" Mayor Ebert snapped, his voice shrill with panic. "I want him out of my city now!"
"Mayor, calm yourself," Nick Fury's tone cut through the noise, steady and commanding. "The truth is, we don't have a reliable method to force Zilla to leave. Not without making things worse."
"Fury's right," General Thunderbolt Ross growled, arms folded as he loomed over the tactical display. "After the rats, after the Skullcrawlers, our forces are stretched thin. Add the potential war with Atlantis on to the pile? We're out of options that don't destroy more of the city than that lizard will."
Before anyone else could speak, a chorus of alarms blared through the Baxter Building's control room.
"What's happening, Ms. Storm? What's happening?" Director of Monarch Ishirō Serizawa demanded, his calm demeanor breaking into urgency.
Sue opened her mouth, but Reed cut her off, his tone sharp.
"It's from Central Park—something else is surfacing!"
The holographic display shifted, zooming in on the park. Tremors rippled across the readings, seismic spikes climbing with each pulse. Energy signatures crackled across the board.
Mayor Ebert stared, pale and wide-eyed. "There's… more?" His voice cracked, disbelief turning into dismay. "There's more?!"
The alarm sent every available unit scrambling. Within minutes, Central Park was ringed with barricades and soldiers once again.
But Zilla paid them no mind. The massive reptile simply stepped over the blockade and lumbered toward the park's heart—where it had all begun.
BOOOOM
A titanic blast of dirt erupted upward, hurling soil and stone across the skyline. A dark figure was launched with it, crashing violently into the side of a building before tumbling to the street below.
"Nightfury!" Human Torch shouted, flames igniting as he streaked across the sky. War Machine followed, thrusters roaring.
They landed beside the groaning hero, who was already dragging himself upright from the crater he'd made.
"Whoa, Nightfury—you okay, man?" Johnny asked, bracing him by the shoulder.
"Did you cause that explosion?" WarMachine demanded, scanning the smoking pit as debris rained down.
"Yes… and no," Nightfury admitted between breaths. "I sealed the path those titans were using to reach the surface. But… before I could finish, something else broke through."
*SKREEEEEEEE!*
The shrill, piercing cry split the city like glass under strain. Windows exploded outward, alarms shrieked, and even seasoned heroes winced, covering their ears. Civilians staggered back in fear.
*RROOOAAARRR!*
Zilla's answering roar shook the earth, rattling Central Park itself.
From the cloud of churned dirt and stone, a silhouette emerged—monstrous, unnatural.
The Titan revealed itself: a massive, gray-skinned bat-like horror with jagged, demonic horns jutting from its skull. Its wings, vast and tattered, dripped with long, razor-edged spikes that scraped the ground as it spread them wide. And then its eyes two baleful orbs, glowing crimson ignited in the haze.
A new terror had arrived in Manhattan.
"Wha... what the hell is that!" Mayor Ebert cried out in terror.
It... it looks like the other bat titans king bat," Dr. Niko "Nick" Tatopoulos said fascinated rubbing his chin "perhaps a subspecies or relative."
The other scientific minds in the room and call nodded also looking interested in the new titan but before anything else could be said in the Baxter Building a chim sounded out.
Sue Storm pulled up multiple pictures and images from the notebook recovered by Nightfury from skull island.
"It appears this titans id called Camazotz or the Death Bat named after the Mayan god," Sue Storm said the notes and pictures appeared for everyone to see.
"Or perhaps its the other way around," Director Serizawa said watching with interest as Zilla faced down Camazotz.
The King of the Deep
Vs
The Young King of Monsters
Emerald fire glared into hellish red orbs, neither titan moving, both radiating primal dominance.
The world held its breath.
And then the air split in two...
*RROOOAAARRR*
*SKREEEEEEEE*
the sound of their roars sent all those weak of will to their knees or unconscious.
Helicopters above we're blown back some barely managing not to colid midair.
Camazotz's wings snapped once, launching the Death Bat forward like a missile.
Zilla met the charge head-on, jaws yawning wide. For a heartbeat, it seemed the bat would fly straight into the leviathan's sword-like teeth–
–but air filled his maw instead.
At the last second, Camazotz twisted, wings wrapping around Zilla's flank. The dagger-like spikes lining its membranes screeched across the reptile's hide, a sound like nails on concrete tearing through the city.
But they found no purchase. No blood.
Zilla roared and snapped back, batting his foe away with a swing of his massive claws—yet again Camazotz shifted just out of reach, slithering through the air with unnatural grace. Its fanged jaws lunged for Zilla's exposed arm, teeth the size of lamp posts descending—
Too slow.
Zilla turned with impossible speed, the momentum of his swing carrying his massive frame full-circle. His tail came around like a skyscraper-sized flyswatter, smashing into Camazotz with bone-shattering force.
The Death Bat was flung through the skyline, ripping through steel and glass. A chain of towers crumpled in its wake, collapsing in fire and thunder. The ground trembled as dust clouds swallowed entire blocks of Manhattan.
The earth split beneath Zilla's charge. Pavement shattered, concrete groaned, and whole streets buckled as the leviathan thundered forward, each step a seismic hammerblow the city was never built to withstand.
Camazotz, dazed but not beaten, flung its wings wide to take flight... too slow. Too late.
The Young King of monsters was already on him.
Zilla's maw opened wide—
—and the world cracked.
*S͛⦚K͛⦚R͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚E͛⦚*
Not a quake. Not a tremor. The very air splintered like shattering glass.
Those closest never even screamed. Their ears ruptured, eyes wept blood, skulls burst from the pressure.
Helicopters plummeted like stones, pilots already dead in their seats. Radios went silent. The battlefield itself was cut off from the outside world in a dome of shrieking death.
Zilla reeled back, emerald eyes blazing with pain.
And Camazotz smiled. The Death Bat poured out another soul-rending shriek, savoring the king's agony.
It didn't see the glow.
One by one, the jagged dorsal plates along Zilla's spine lit up, emerald fire dancing from tail to crown. His roar ripped through the noise—ancient, furious, unstoppable.
Then the world was drowned in light.
A torrent of atomic flame erupted from his jaws, an emerald inferno that swallowed Camazotz whole. The Death Bat screamed, its shrill cry twisting into agony as its flesh charred beneath the storm of nuclear fire.
Camazotz shrieked as emerald fire consumed him, his wings shriveling, his flesh blistering. The Death Bat, born of shadows and ruler of the earth's deepest caverns, was undone by heat and light—his eternal enemy.
At last, his cries faltered. He writhed, broken, before Zilla's blazing attack.
A sound no man had heard from this creature a cry for mercy.
The young monarch closed his jaws, willing the flames to end. The atomic fire guttered out, leaving only smoke and the acrid stench of scorched stone and flesh.
Camazotz lifted his ruined head. For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Then, with wings trembling, the Death Bat bowed—not in servitude, but in acknowledgment.
The King of the Deep had found a rival…and a king.
Zilla rumbled low, a growl of approval. Then he raised his head toward the heavens and roared.
The cry split the skies. Clouds shuddered. Oceans rolled. Glass shattered for miles. And across the world, in lairs above and below, in seas and mountains and forgotten ruins, Titans heard the proclamation.
A new king had risen.
Zilla king of the Atlantic and Arctic, his borders the New World and the Old.
And in the silence that followed, the earth stirred as Titans shifted. Some awoke. Some listened. Some hungered. Others simply ignored the call.
But all knew the age of kings had begun anew.
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Some days later.
New York was broken, but not beaten. Whole districts lay in rubble, skyscrapers gutted, streets carved into craters. Yet already, the sounds of drills, cranes, and heavy machinery filled the air.
At the heart of the effort was D.A.M.A.G.E Control, its young CEO Max Draco thrust into the spotlight. What had once been a rising company was now indispensable. Nations that once dismissed it now watched closely as its crews rebuilt Manhattan block by block, their efficiency unmatched.
But even as steel rose and glass was set, unease lingered.
The Second Battle of New York had changed everything. The Skullcrawlers. The Death Bat. Zilla. Humanity had seen its might tested again and realized it was falling behind.
Beyond the ruins of Manhattan, the political world shifted as well. The crisis with Atlantis deescalated, not through war but negotiation.
The borders of the undersea kingdom were formally recognized, and for the first time in history, Atlantis was granted a seat at the United Nations. Its king, Namor, stood before the assembly and was acknowledged by every nation.
Heroes across the Americas and Europe returned to their cities, watchful but wary. The uneasy peace held for now.
As for the Titans…
Zilla was last tracked heading north, deeper into the Atlantic, but the trail went cold. Camazotz too was sighted, wounded yet alive, vanishing into the northern skies.
Their fates and what their survival meant remained unknown.
For now, the world could only wait.