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Your eyes slowly creak open, your immediate vision filled with the absolute darkness of the deep sea. It's quiet down here, compared to the surface, where all manner of creatures big and small swarm you at every step. The cold waters help to ease the pain of your eternal torment, cooling the raging inferno within your chest that keeps you alive.
It cannot completely erase the pain, however. Nothing can, or ever will. You've long since forgotten what it is like to live free of the agony that the terrible bright light had seared into your very being, so very long ago. You could still remember it—you could never forget it, even if you tried. Like a miniature sun, it had burned away all in its path. It had destroyed your home, as well as the creatures that you'd once resembled and shared kinship with.
But not you, though. It had spared you, and you curse it every day that it had. Not only had you somehow survived, but it had changed you, warping you into something different, something unnatural. The pain from being caught in the all consuming blast had never abated, and you carried it with you in your new, lumbering form. Your flesh was jagged and hardened by scales that clung to you like shards of obsidian, causing as much discomfort as defense. Your limbs were heavy and sluggish, making the mere act of moving a monumental and painstaking feat.
The fire that had taken everything from you and had turned you into this abomination had stirred you from your long slumber. It was time to once again rise to the surface, where you would take out your never ending hate and rage upon the beings that had condemned you to this wretched existence. How such minuscule, insignificant things could be responsible for such a destructive force, you would never be able to comprehend.
But you knew it was because of them. Your everlasting torment, your unbearable loneliness, your monstrous form...it was all their fault. And you would make them suffer for it, for as long as they roamed the earth. You yourself would outlast them, cursed with immortality, unable to be free and forever shackled to this horrid fate.
Slowly, you dredged up from the depths, idly watching the marine life scatter away from your ascent. Those that did not would perish, not because of any malicious action on your part, but because everything that got too close to you died, or was mutated into hideous monsters like you. Death would follow everywhere in your wake, whether actively or passively.
You soon breached the surface, roaring out your return to the world above as your head crested the waves. It was a deafening sound that no other creature on earth had ever made, and was the sound that alerted all who could hear it that you had returned once more to wreak havoc upon the land.
Would this be the day your suffering would come to an end? With each return you made, the tiny vermin would always reveal some new and awful weapon, created with the sole purpose of destroying you. And with each foray into the realm of man, you had been left sorely disappointed, as nothing they sent your way could snuff out the undying flame that had possessed your immortal body. Perhaps, in time, there would be one such weapon to do the deed, to grant you release at long last.
But it would not be this day. Pinpricks of fire peppered you all over as you reached the shore, the sound of the explosions drowned out by your roar of fury. Wave after wave of their strange metal creations came, some by land, some by sea, and even some by air. The latter was the most annoying to deal with by far, as they buzzed around you like angry insects, your slow clumsy attempts at swatting them away mostly being made in vain.
You swung your tail and stomped your feet and picked up momentum, barreling towards the mainland with the single minded intent of making them hurt. The structures that they built and resided within, their homes, were helpless before your atomic might. Your jagged dorsal spikes glowed with malevolent light, flaring to life as you charged the very weapon that they had forced upon you, all those many moons ago.
Like everything else, it hurt—every time you unleashed the blinding light upon your foes, it burned you just as it burned through everything else that it touched. Because of your unnatural powers of regeneration, however, you would always recover from the damages that it inflicted upon you.
The same could not be said of everything else, though. Your hateful eyes surveyed the scene of destruction, taking in the death and anguish that you had wrought. It would never be enough to satisfy your insatiable need for retribution, but you would take what you could get.
This was all you had left, after all. You could no longer live the life of an ordinary creature, could no longer seek out others of your kind, because they were all long dead and gone. It was just you, now. Just you, your pain, and all the creatures who stood to challenge you.
There were monsters that were not so different from yourself, at least when it came to size and temperament. Most of them were hostile, thinking to usurp you of your crown as 'king' in order to take this world for themselves. This, you could not allow: it was your right alone to rule the earth, to inflict pain and sorrow upon mankind, and you would not let anything else take that away.
Over the ages, all manner of monstrosities attacked you; from three headed dragons, to metallic doppelgangers, and more. Each of them fell by your claw; crushed, ripped apart, burned to ash. They, too, could not free you from your eternal fate. At best, they provided a distraction, a means to let loose and take out your wrath upon them.
Destroying was all you were good for anymore. You could have kept your onslaught going indefinitely, pushing further and further into the mainland, obliterating everything in your path, but that was never what this was all about. No, you did not want to destroy humanity outright—you wanted them to be left with the ruins of their home, to feel the pain of loss, to know that things could never be as they once were.
They would rebuild, and each time they did, you would return to tear it all down again. It was a cycle at this point, one which would repeat unto eternity, until the sun would swell and all life on earth would be turned to dust.
But now, as the flames engulfed everything and the weapons ceased firing, your need for wanton punishment was sated...for the time being. Another generation would now live in fear of you, as their children would, and their children's children's children.
How long you had been on your rampage, you did not know. Time has lost all meaning, as time is only a concern for mortal beings, of which you are not.
You yearn for the quiet solitude of the sea, and there was nothing left to obstruct your path as you made your way back to the shore. It was time to return to the depths, to your deep slumber, of which provided a temporary reprieve from your hellish existence.
A dark lonely trench would be your bed, and you close your eyes, wanting nothing more than to recall your previous life. Such dreams, while peaceful—especially compared to your waking nightmare—bring with them another kind of pain...but as with everything else, you endure it.
And there you would remain, asleep in your secluded hole at the bottom of the sea. The world would move on without you, until the next time you awakened, or were disturbed by the presence of another monster looking to challenge your reign.
Maybe next time, they would succeed in destroying you, though you did not put much stock in humanity, as most of their weapons had proven to be next to useless. For now, you welcomed the respite of unconsciousness. Many suns and moons would pass before you walked the earth again, but like the ceaseless ebb and flow of the tide, you would return.
So long as man plagued the world, you would be there to show them time and again how small and helpless they truly were.
As a reminder. As a warning. As a promise.