(This was how the old gods died, and how a new devil was born... It was the finest civilization known to Earth. Nestled in a land created for a unified people, under the guidance of all-knowing wisdom, and justice. The beloved Greek leadership, that they worshipped. Yet with time, the divine grew bored, complacent, and even the love and praise from the mortals wasn't enough to satiate their glutenous need for reverence. And soon, complacency grew to apathy...)

Atop Mount Olympus, the pantheon of gods do what they do. Lounging around, and enjoying their special lives. On a throne, the Olympian king known as Zeus sits patiently. For Poseidon to return, to deal with that war tragedy at sea. Yet, he doesn't return, and instead something emerges from the waters. A massive creature rears its head up. It is none other than the King of the Monsters, Godzilla...

Zeus: "What is the meaning of this?... Poseidon's waves have lead this monster towards Olympus?..."

Hermes: "We can't really confirm if Poseidon was responsible for this. All that we know, he is possibly dead."

Zeus: "Enough... It is time we place this beast back in its place, and cast them down to the deepest pits of Tartarus..."

The Greek soldiers form up, and begin getting artillery ready. Even the god of war, Aries jumps off of Mount Olympus to face the beast

Aries: "You dare challenge Aries?! The god of war?!"