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[h1]End of Vengeance[/h1]

The makeshift lightning rod lasts barely a second under the immense power that Megalon's lightning blast held and promptly explodes into white-hot shrapnel and molten copper, doing little to stop the attack. His insectoid eyes not being there for show, he manages to notice Light's rather pitiful attempt at attacking him and puts and end to that foolishness by thrusting one of his drills into the incoming car club; turning it into metal shavings in a matter of moments, ignoring the pain all over his torso; the "God" then takes a large leap backwards to build distance between himself and Godzilla's weakling friends; the damnable cockroaches having proved their inferiority by crowding together and trying to take him down by working together like the cowardly scum that they are.

But before he can rethink his attack strategy, something fast and big wraps itself around him; trapping the "God". Megalon trashed wildly, but then realized that his binds were far more fragile than he or anyone else for that matter was expecting; hell, the tentacle was starting to boil and smolder from simply touching him and he wasn't even feeling the heat all that much! The utterly hilarious and farcical realization setting into the "God's" questionably stable mind, Megalon just [i]laughs[/i], it wasn't the maddening, mocking cackles he had used to taunt Godzilla; but the same kind one would make when told a genuinely funny joke. To be honest, it was unsettling; its as if all that hatred, rage and bloodlust that had driven him onward despite his injuries was suddenly gone.

"[i][b]You know, it's really funny... I came here, to this disgusting world in order to get my well-deserved revenge; but after seeing what you've been reduced to, 'God'-zilla. For the first time in well... A long time, I don't feel like beating you to death just by looking at you, you're far too pitiful for such an honor now. I think I'll just[/b][/i] [b]leave[/b] [b][i]you here... Stewing in your own inferiority alongside all these degenerates while I go do some productive things with what will be a very long and fruitful second life, starting now.[/i][/b]"

Building up heat inside of his body, Megalon then rather easily breaks free of the weakened and half-molten gummy rope; coating him in the confectionery slime,making him all sticky and smell awful, but it meant little in the grand scope of things in the Beetle's eyes. With a silent call for extraction, Megalon then sits down on the street cross-legged; mocking his foes one last time. He didn't have to wait long for his ride out of what he perceives as purgatory to come and deliver him from madness.

"[i][b]So, they sent you huh? How flattering.[/b][/i]"

What was sent to retrieve the "God" can only be described as a malevolent black and red cloud of electronic smog with a pair of glowing red eyes floating inside the maelstrom that emerged from an ugly, misshapen portal that looked more like a terrible wound in the fabric of time and space than anything else. To Godzilla, the smog felt a bit like SpaceGodzilla's crystals; but unlike them, there wasn't this much choking malice and anarchy inside of them than the chaotic cloud hovering behind Megalon. To Light, the cloud almost seemed like it was the spawn of a Cosmic Horror; a horrible thing that [i]should not be[/i], its very presence an affront to the natural order of things. And to Simon, the looking at the cloud was as if he was staring into the abyss, mankind's sins made manifest; the darkness that lay waiting and plotting inside every supervillain, the same kind that drives them to commit atrocity after atrocity... Before they could come over their shock, the cloud then wraps itself around Megalon, completely concealing his form and with a flash of unnatural power from its eyes; the two were abruptly sucked into the tear behind them, which had closed off the moment they were past it.