It had been summoned by its masters once more. Once more it would be unleashed upon some planet that would try their hardest to resist his power. Once more a population would be made extinct and fade away into the wind. It was his task. It was his purpose. His masters pointed the way and he was forced to obey their desires. For as long as he could remember his masters would force commands into his mind and he would have no choice but to execute their wishes. Whenever he was not needed, or he completed the task assigned to him, he was caged once more inside of this prison of rock. To either wait on the Xillian home world for deployment or the occasional times they had his meteor follow their fleet of ships through space.

He was only vaguely aware of things when inside this rock. Where he was, when he was, where he was going; none of these particulars were known to him. And the voices. The mental whispers to maim. The commands to obliterate all opposition the Xillian's faced and not once could he fight the influence. The few times he tried to fight the control he was punished severely. They did something that was somehow able to make his mind feel as if it was being consumed by fire. Repeated experiences of this burning pain was enough to destroy any last resistance he had, and thus he just allowed the his masters to use his powers to conquer.

His mind was fed images of the ones that he would be destroying this time. Small, bipedal hairless apes that had become the dominate species of their planet. They were to be the latest victims of the Xillians. Once their major defenses are eliminated, and the giant reptilian creature that roams the planet put down, the remaining humans will be rounded up and used to feed the deceitful alien race. He will be their sword as he has always been. The deafening voices will command him and he will have no choice but to obey. Thus unless he dies or his masters die the cycle will continue without an end in sight.

How fortunate that this is the time fate intervenes and changes the course of history. For this imprisoned creature and an unknown planet not once visited by those from space.

The meteor that was his prison and transport was set on a course for the planet Earth. That was the plan the Xillian's were banking on so that, along with Gigan, they would have enough kaiju power to overwhelm Earth. Yet when another large celestial body collided with this one, an event so unlikely to happen it could be considered astronomical, it's original course was so jarringly altered that even the occupant inside felt the impact. Granted, he was in an almost comatose state, but his red eyes opened for the briefest of moments as the meteor spun in a different direction than before. How unfortunate for his masters that he would not be arriving to fight for them. As he drifted off into a silent sleep, mental images and commands fading as the damage to his prison disrupted their flow, he wondered if he would ever wake again.

"What is it?"

"A monster that hunts other monsters."

"We call it…..Monster X."

Unknown time later

Unbeknownst to the kaiju within, the meteoric prison that housed him had once more become party to an event astronomically small. Near impossible if one were to ask an esteemed person of science. Like, a real person of science, not one of those nutjobs that believed the planet was flat or some such nonsense. Those types could die in a hole.

You see, it was just the kaiju's luck that the meteor surrounding him had been sent on a path that, eventually, crossed into another solar system containing multiple planets. Of course in the history of the universe many celestial bodies crossed through countless systems. A trip with boundless destinations that would be visited until their perpetual motion sent them into an object that either altered or stopped them. An object traversing the cosmos could, theoretically, move through space infinitely without once making contact with another object. Therefore, it was great luck, or destiny, that this meteor was headed straight for a planet that was distance enough from the system's star that it was habitable.

The meteor closed in on the lush planet, narrowly missing the lone moon orbiting, and descended into the atmosphere in a fiery blaze. Within seconds the meteor impacted one of the landmasses with such force a massive shockwave rippled outward in a path of destruction. Trees that were too close were either obliterated or instantly turned into large pillars of fire. The surrounding land sunk deeply into a crevice, tossing dirt and minerals of all sorts into the air to pelt the area for miles. The residue from the impact rose into the air like a tsunami wave upon a coast, slowly but surely bloating out the sun. The superheated rock of the meteor made up for the loss of light with its ethereal glow. Its fire, and those surrounding it, lit up like one had just stepped into hell. And so for almost an hour this was the scene one would have stared at should they have been able to handle the noxious smog in the area.

Eventually the area returned to some manner of norm. The fires burned themselves out, the smoke drifted into the sky and dissipated, and the meteor itself had cooled to the point that just a light bit of steam could occasionally be glimpsed before they faded to nothing. Whilst the meteor itself had been slightly damaged by the crash to terrestrial land, it was otherwise still intact. No sign whatsoever of the imprisoned occupant within.

Said occupant was doing everything he could to keep his eyes open. To fight to consciousness and escape from the rock around him. However, if the Xillians did one thing right, it was building the prison he was kept in. Unless the rock was pierced all the way to the hollow inside where his body was, the litany of machines that forced his mind into a dazed, unaware state would continue to function. In an ideal situation the meteor was to land on a habited world and the Xillians would use a command from their mothership that caused the machines to separate the rock in a way that Monster X would be freed, and the halves could later be put together once more and used for transport of their kaiju again.

With the meteor out of range of the Xillian ships, not to mention the annihilation of the Xillian fleet at the hands of the King of the Monsters back on Earth, said command could not be executed. The relatively undamaged outer casing of the meteor also meant that the machines inside were not interrupted and therefore the protocol to awaken X would not start. In essence the kaiju was trapped within in such a dazed, near drug-like, state he could not muster the strength to force his way out. As his red eyes began to close and his awareness faded, Monster X could feel one thing to be grateful about; the damn voices and commands telling him to maim and kill everything in sight had finally stopped.

It was with this change in the course of events, a change brought by such happenings that it was impossible to occur twice, that would one day shape the future of the planet he landed on. For now their were none that would know he was there, such were the primitive species that currently made the world their home. However, one day, when the top species could flirt with the ideas of war and chaos, whilst also keeping the red eyed demons at bay from tearing down their walls, those that would come to call the planet "Remnant" would learn of this fearsome beast. For it would not be maidens or wizards, relics or warriors of silver eyes, but a monster of black and white that would decide the fate of all life on their world.

This in an idea I have had tossing around in my head for a long time. For those unfamiliar with the Godzilla side of things, just Google a picture of Monster X. He looks like a kaiju-sized Grimm. Just the idea of him on Remnant, where they think anything that has bone-like armor is a Grimm out to kill human and faunus alike, and their complete inability to actually fight/kill him, puts a smile on my face. Of course, in my story he won't be running around slaughtering entire countries for the sake of it. I'm taking a page from the amazing story "Godzilla the Bridge" and making him a being with thought and choice. I rather like the idea that he is just a slave of mind control to the Xillians and without them in the way he would just go about his day trying to enjoy himself.

No obviously, since Monster X is so massive in height and so powerful that the Grimm dragon at the end of Vol 3 would be brutally destroyed with no effort at all, and the humans themselves would stand no chance against him even if the entirety of the Atlas military brought the firepower against him. This creates an opportunity to make enemies for him to face. After all, Salem can't have an uncontrollable 3rd party interfering in her plans no can she?