Chapter 16

A man.

Before him, in the abyss, Darthra looked at a man in a bathroom. His head was low in the sink in front of him, his hands rummaging through his messy black hair. Darthra heard the tap of this sink running.

Something within him ticked.

This looked familiar. Where did he see this situation and when did it happen?

Why was he staring through a mirror?

The man on the other end splashed water on his face, rubbing it into his skin. He looked up.

A wave of shock swept Darthra's moth face.

'That's me...' He thought grimly, '...what I used to look like,'

"It's not over yet," The boy stared at the mirror, his wet eyes piercing into Darthra's, "you're not useless, you can make them proud,"

It clicked.

This was another memory of Darthra. Nothing new.

'It's a shame you'll never succeed,' He thought, watching the boy cry, 'and...become a giant moth after your death,'

The mirror warped, and not long after, Darthra awoke.

On a throne of devastation.

Ash and charcoal settled around what were wooden huts and corpses, the air was so thick, that Darthra almost choked. There were so many similarities between this and the aftermath of a battlefield.

Silent, with a story untold.

That was not all. As Darthra eyed the town, a voice faded into his head and jabbed itself into his skull.

"You've done well, but our cooperation ends here. May our aid push you to new heights..."

A heat rose within Darthra.

It encapsulated his very being and travelled throughout his system. What it paved the way for was this unbridled boiling that Darthra never felt before.

Strength.

Weirdly enough, as he lifted his moth body, Darthra knew there was something off. The weight of the armour was no more. It was gone. He checked his wings. No silver. The only gleam was of the waves crashing onto the shore of the burnt village.

Darthra moved around.

'Am I...bulkier?' His heart pumped, 'Oh my word,'

With every movement he made, Darthra felt like he needed to do something. The energy within him bounced around as if it were on a trampoline. He couldn't explain it, but he knew one thing.

'I feel stronger,' Darthra fluttered his wings, each swish exerting more power than he could ever imagine, 'stronger...'

A light switched on in his head.

Mecha-Mothra.

He fired into the air, his wings cannons against his sides as Darthra spun around and around, checking for his enemies.

One laid where it was before, limp. The other, Darthra saw pieces of its mechanical body strewn around in a set part of the village.

They were destroyed.

'I...did it...' He couldn't believe his blue innocent moth eyes, "YES!"

Darthra let out a victory screech.

In his energetic behaviour, he noticed the people below.

He almost froze, even the heat he felt halted for a moment.

Out of the crowd, he recognized one.

'Oh,' So he hovered to the shore, reading himself to land, 'right...'

Sand blew into the air with each beat his wings did, and the humans covered their faces and fought the onslaught in response, but Darthra landed without a hitch.

As the group approached him, they were not too similar to before. Faces of shock, horror and confusion were what they wore, but one stood different.

It was the man.

The clumped mess of humans stopped at a distance, but he continued on. No one stopped him.

Three words.

Relief.

Awe.

Disappointment.

At the culmination of each step, the man fell to his knees, bowing.

Darthra stared, but despite this, something stirred within him.

The man spoke.

"It is bittersweet, saviour," He spoke, cranking his head, "were you hiding as a demon? A demon disguised as an angel?"

"Yet, I am satisfied, you freed us, and yourself," The man continued, with a sombre smile on his face, "your features intrigue me, but maybe even some demons have good sides,"

He stood.

"Better yet, I handed you my greater gift," The man bowed again, his head turned to the rubble of the village, "that I can be thankful for,"

Darthra watched the man turn around and walk back to the village, past the other people.

'What the fuck?' Was all Darthra could think, before exhaling, 'Were those the only demons?'

It didn't matter to him.

'He said my features...' The heat came back, '...that's it!'

Without a second thought, Dartha ascended to the air, his wings so strong that even more sand launched up high.

He took one last look, and Darthra was off.

The main focus was the ocean below.

Darthra's reflection.

To say the least, he was gobsmacked as he lowered himself close to the surface.

His once blue eyes were replaced by a light green. His body had this whitish flair to it, but that was not the biggest shock. Green cracks riveted his body. In the middle of his chest, a green circle glowed, almost like a heartbeat.

'Is this why I feel so strong?' Nevertheless, Darthra was amazed by it, 'Hell yeah!'

He didn't care.

Not by his features, nor by his palpitating heart that seemed to beat more energy and heat into him.

"I..." Darthra screeched, "I'm strong...I'M-"

His heart squeezed for a moment, and Darthra flinched in pain.

The next thing Darthra knew, he crashed into the waves below.

And immediately flew back into the air.

'I forgot,' He thought, increasing his elevation, 'Minus One,'

At the thought, Darthra chuckled.

'More like Minus none, where is she?' He took a lazy glance around him, 'If she couldn't stand a robotic beam, she'll die if I ever fight her,'

That's right.

With this newfound power, Darthra had shed a light of confidence. A lot of confidence. Despite that, all this input creating an energetic Darthra became his lifeblood.

'Mmm...' As Darthra glided with the makeshift authority that he was the king of the sky, a pulse of heat sprang inside his thorax.

'That stung a little,' Darthra thought, 'maybe I have injuries? Though the armour would've healed me, right? Speaking off...'

The thought of the village people came back.

'How long was I out for those guys to travel from that armour place to the village?' The wind blew lightly against him, 'Where did the armour go?'

He screeched in frustration.

'It must've given me these cracks, this power,' Darthra looked ahead, 'I don't need it anymore,'

Through his flight, Darthra made sure the land and ocean were in view. In fact, he practically flew above the shoreline, trying to make everything balanced, but that was not the case.

He looked for prey.

Or other kaiju for that matter.

It looked as though some arrogance injected into his bloodstream. Darthra not only wanted to eagerly fight but also to see what powers he had. He needed to see.

Deep down, Darthra believed he was no longer a failure.

He kept that thought as he came across a crocodile.

A massive crocodile.

Darthra screeched in delight.

He remembered this massive creature, he didn't know what to call it or how it got there, but here it was. A giant crocodile-like kaiju squirming on a beach.

It was when another flew into it that he stopped in mid-flight.

Then another.

And another...

Ten.

Ten of these big-ass creatures jumbled together, basically clearing and crushing every living thing and plant in their vicinity, each focused on something in the sky.

Darthra didn't take note. He immediately dashed at the conglomeration of scales. He didn't hear the screech either.

For he was out for blood.

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A/N: Notify me of any errors.

Just curious...

King Ghidorah?

Or

Destroyah?