2There was a war. So long and bloody that the land was scared by the battles and destruction brought with it. And the inhabitants within the land fell into despair as fear and sickness gripped their world.
After fifty years of fighting, the militaries of the Atlas Republic and Terran Empire came to a cease fire agreement. Returning to their own regions, they created a massive gap between the two nations of neutral territory. An area where neither the Republic or the Empire could enter.
However, because of this action, the neutral territory in between the nations became gripped by terrorists, slave traders, bandits, ex-military warlords, and many other dangers too horrible to describe.
Many who lived within that hellish land came to call it the 'No Man's Land'.
To protect themselves within the No Man's Land, the villages built great walls castles made of stone and steel to keep out the dangers of the out. As well as having the means to protect themselves if need be.
But sometimes they are never truly safe from these dangers. And it's never uncommon to lose contact with a village overnight. For they say in the No Man's Land, there is only one ironclad rule.
"Only the strong survive."
~o0o~
Black smoke fills the night sky as screams and gunfire echoes throughout the air. A dim light of flames light up a small settlement as sounds of despair continue on. Within the small town of Kuto, bandits average the poor souls unlucky enough to escape.
Men are lined up against the walls of their homes and shot to death execution style. While women are pulled by their hair into rooms to be toyed with and tortured as their captures see fit. And children are either killed or thrown into cages to be sold off as slaves.
The bandit gang that attacked Kuto are known as the Blood Skulls. Their leader is a large, fat man that goes by the name of Dun. His skin was a pale white while his eyes were a jade green. His hair a mohawk of red while his body was covered in tattoos of skulls. All of which the color red. He wore a tattered brown jacket and pants while he held a large knife in his right, meaty hand.
In his left was a slender, blond haired woman who struggled to free herself from his grip. Her white dress was dirty and covered in her husband's blood. Tears fill her brown eyes as she continues to beg for mercy.
"Pl-please… please let me go…" she sobs.
Her pleas are met with hearty laughter and a knife pressed against her throat. Her eyes widen with fear as her shrunken pupils gaze up at the large man.
"Let you go? Alright, if that's what you want, but first you must earn it." he said, moving the knife away from her throat to brush it against one of her sizable breasts making her moan "Strip." he ordered.
Her face turned to horror. Dun's grin only widened as he learned into her ear lick it before whispering something.
"If you don't, then I can't guarantee your children's safety."
Terror gripped the woman's heart at the thought of her children being harmed. Swallowing a huge lump in her throat, she shakingly moved her hands up to her dress straps.
The white clothing fell to the ground as her skin became exposed to the burning air. Dun licked his lips as he studied the nice curves of the woman's body. Grabbing hold of both arms in one hand, he held the woman in the air. Pulling her close, he drags his grotesk tongue along her body from her belly to her neck.
Forcing her eyes closed, the woman began to mentally pray to any gods listening to send someone. Anyone. To save them.
Anyone.
Just as Dun reached for the belt of his pants, his fun was interrupted.
"Boss! Boss!" one of his lackeys yelled out.
Groaning, he roared back "I'm busy!"
"B-but boss! Ten of our guys just got killed!" the lackey explains.
This made Dun stop what he was doing "WHAT?!" he exclaims, dropping the woman and fully turning to face his subordinate.
Just before the man continued, a shrill scream of men and gunfire came from the distances as all of it was followed by an explosion. All eyes went towards a large cloud of dust and smoke as chunks of dabire flew into nearby structures.
People watch in awe and/or horror as men are sent flying. The most disturbing thing about it is that not a single one of them is whole. They're either cut in half or missing arms, legs, or even their heads.
One of the halved bodies land near Dun and the guts spill out as the blood pools at his feet. Fear began to take root in his mind as a possibility came to the forefront. And if this possibility was true then they need to flee as far and as fast as they can.
The sound of a building crumbling down only confirmed the thought. Looking back at the sound, he could see a pair of glowing blood red eyes staring at him. As the dust cleared the sight of a large, dark form stood there, holding a bloody head in it's left hand.
"K-Kaiju…" Dun said, taking a shaky step back "KAIJU~!" he bellowed before breaking into a run.
The dark shape let loose a roar that shattered the remaining glass windows and slightly defended any who didn't cover their ears quickly enough. As it's roar died down it took a step forward and charged the men who stood their ground. In a flash of movement, the men were cut into bloody pieces, their blood spattering across the ground and stone walls.
The kaiju charged forward, turning men into blood stains or bits as it moved in on their fleeing leader, Dun. As if sensing it getting closer, he reached for a child who just happened to be in front of him. He grabbed the kid by the neck and turned to face the kaiju, with the knife pressed up the child's neck.
Before he demanded it to stop, there was a flash of movement and everyone suddenly became silent for Dun. He couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear anything, nothing. All he could do was look down at himself…
And see the massive sword embedded in his meaty chest.
Blood poured from his mouth like a waterfall as he tried to look back up at his attacker. Only for a maw full of uneven, needle like teeth to appear inches away from his face. He watched in shock and horror as the maw baited down on his skull...
CRUNCH!
~o0o~
Although the race of humans mostly populate the world, there is another race of beings who walk upon this earth. These creatures are known as the Kaiju.
A race of beasts ranging in space, size, and species.
While most are powerful in their own right, as well as being very difficult for humans to kill, there are some who are considered as demigods. These kaiju are either demonic monsters feared by the humans, or worshiped and beloved as gods by them.
Either way, kaiju are well known for being very powerful in terms of either brute strength or through magical abilities. And are highly respected, fared, or both.
Nowadays, kaiju are mostly found in No Man's Land. Living on the outskirts of civilization, slaughtering entire villages overnight, or simply wandering the land itself.
Killing or protecting at their leisure.
~o0o~
The sun rises over the jagged mountain peaks, casting twisted shadows across the blackened earth of the No Man's land. The sound of silence lingers in the air as the sun creeps over the mountains.
The silence is broken by the sound of heavy footfalls. A tall, dark, in-human figure wrapped in a black cloak wanders through the land like that of the walking dead. Slow, sluggish, slothful, and very tired.
Its long, charcoal black tail moving back and forth slowly as it drags its feet along the ground, leaving a trail in its wake. Small amounts of blood fall to the ground as it walks, each step making more blood drip from its wounds beneath its cloak. But it ignores its injuries as it continues to walk.
Too where?
It does not know.
Nor did it really care.
All it really cares about is where the next battle will be. All it really cared about was who it was going to kill next. Hopefully they'll be stronger than the last fools it had killed.
But there was something deeper to it. Something that told it to search. To search for something very important. What it was, it did not know. It tried to remember, but it couldn't remember anything.
All it managed to think up were fragments of hazzy images of humans and kaiju.
Did it know these individuals? Were they the thing that was important to it?
I didn't know.
But one image came through to it as clear as the sky above it. An image of a human female looking at it with a warm and gentle smile on her face. The image of her almost subsided the burning rage within its soul, but then it remembers seeing her in pain. Covered in blood and begging it to save her, only to watch her die right in front of it.
The rage within it builds up to such a point that it lets loose an earth shattering roar that sends shockwaves throughout the area for miles before all becomes quiet again.
It stood there, completely motionless as it breathed the fire out of its lungs.
But then it freezes, its ears twitch… listening.
Its head turns towards its left and stares. As its hearing tones in on the sound off in the distance, it comes in more clearly. Swords clashing, howls of bloodthirsty warriors, and the chaotic sounds of battle.
A huge, twisted grin appears upon the kaiju's maw. It knows that sound all too well. It's the calls of a battlefield, the echoes of war.
It moves its massive bulk, charging toward the sounds. Each step it takes, shattering the earth beneath its heavy, black scaled feet.
And as the sun begins to rise higher into the sky, it shines down upon the cloaked figure as it walks. Where it shines on a massive sword strapped on its back, completely soaked in blood as it drips off of the blades tip.
It wants more. It wants more blood.
~o0o~
Among these creatures is a kaiju that everyone fears. Regardless if they're human or kaiju, they fear this creature.
It is a monster above all monsters. A creature that thrives in war and revales in death. Some refer to it as the God of Destruction, others call it being the devil in carnet. Some even dare call this being the King of all Kaiju, for no other is its equal in terms of power or strength.
While others claim that it's a mindless beast gripped in the hold of madness. Only thinking of who to kill next. And no matter how injured it became, it always claimed victory over its enemy. To the point where some began to believe this beast to be a true immortal demigod.
However, all call this being by the same name.
A name that strikes fear and terror in the hearts of others.
The Black King.
Shin, the Berserker.
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