Confessoroc, the High Gospel

Confessoroc, the High Gospel
Eden02’s aviary was quite a splendid sight. Large rock formations, towering cliffs, and a medium size lake that connected with the rest of the facilities water ways all made the area perfect for the prehistoric and not so prehistoric flying tenants that lived there. It had recently been divided in two to accommodate for its two major kaiju. Seraphodon had his fair share of the aviary but his ‘neighbor’ was a rather loud and obnoxious creature, not to mention over twice his size. ‘Him’ and his ‘family’ had been the results of some finished testing that took place around the same time he was born as sort of backup plan in case he turned out too violent to control or deformed. Thanks to his ‘medication’ he no longer felt quite so irritable around the little morsels that scurried around his territory, along with the bigger morsels that were occasionally brought in. ‘Him’ on the other hand, was not calm at all. He always doing one of three things: ranting in that alien tongue of his, flying, or eating, often from Seraphodon’s side of the aviary. The only time ‘He’ was even remotely still was when he was in his roost sleeping. Even then, he would jerk and cluck in that that bizarre language that sounded a lot like what the morsels said. Though he only understood a basic list of words they had drilled into his head, Seraphodon had a pretty keen understanding that that it was only a snippet of their full tongue. ‘He’ did not have that liability, ‘he’ could speak the whole language and then some and he did it often. Seraphodon could hear the giant braying again, his ‘children’ flocking around him like a locust swarm. Oh what Seraphodon wouldn’t do to feel the real sky under his wings and get some space from that giant, squawking lunatic. If only he could find the motivation…

The staff did indeed have a contingency plan incase Seraphodon became too much of a hassle and that plan was Confessoroc. Instead of aiming for speed and aggression as they had done with Seraphodon, Confessoroc was created with a chimeric combination of just about every other flying reptile they could get their hands on in the Savage Chasm, two prominent members being the quetzalcoatulus and the rhamphorhynchus; the former due to its size and prominent beak and the latter for its agility and stabilizing tail. The two species had only evolved just enough to compete with their competition and thus they were good bases with which to work with. The result was as powerful as it was bizarre. Confessoroc was much like his quetzalcoatulus donor, large and growing larger with a long neck and an equally long beak. He also displayed a penchant for casually walking around on all fours and towering over those underneath him. A behavior one staff member alluded to being similar to being hunted by a giant stork. The rhamphorhynchus genes were evident in the creature’s rather abrupt behavior and long tail that was held aloft while on the ground and flexibly parallel when in flight, serving to help counter balance the enormous beak and neck. Growingy rather quickly at first and then settling into a moderate pace, it was becoming apparent that Confessoroc was going to be very, very large.

As he reached about half of his full size, strange things began to happen around the aviary. Staff reported hearing voices that sounded like their own even when they weren’t speaking. Staff members also began to do very peculiar things such as standing on their head for hours on end or writing the same sentence on the wall over and over until they passed out or were knocked unconscious. The one connection was that Confessoroc was always present during each incident, though he was always oddly silent and nonchalant in his behavior. When eventually confronted, Confessoroc cocked his head oddly before suddenly bursting into a tirade of classic Bible Belt style accusations in a voice that sounded very much like a popular southern gospel radio host. Apparently Confessoroc’s vocal cords were so sophisticated that he could effectively mimic any voice he wanted and even create his own impressions of any person or thing he had heard. The staff were stunned as the titanic flying reptile began to full heartedly preach the gospel like he owned it and making artistic edits to fit the situation as he went along. The staff was a tad bewildered but managed to calm the winged titan down enough to ask him how he got the other members of the faculty to behave as they had been. Clucking to himself in amusement Confessoroc began speaking to them in a haunting and hypnotic fashion. After a few moments, the whole group was dancing in a circle, holding hands, and singing ‘The Wheel in the Sky by Journey’ at the top of their lungs. They then began revealing all of their most personal secrets and dirty pasts to Confessoroc as they finally passed out from exhaustion. Confessoroc got a good excuse to cackle out of the episode and found it hilarious. Father Fang did as well and introduced himself to the massive pterosaur from the balcony. When the creature flew up to the balcony to greet him, his size effectively blocked the artificial ultraviolet light that had been installed in the ceiling for yards in either direction. Father Fang grinned manically and christened the mighty beast with his name. A creature that could coerce the darkest sins from anyone who heard his voice and could effectively block the sun with his size alone, those traits alone made Confessoroc a worthwhile investment. The best however, was yet to come.

As the kaiju level subjects had been born and evaluated, the other departments were busy at work devising creatures that could handle the grunt work and various other tasks such as basic guard duty and labor. One of those were a colony of falcon sized pterodactyls that for the most part were rhamphorhynchus with some parrot mixed in along with a strain of crow for good measure. The little creatures were rather peevish though and exhibited a linguistic ability comparable the parrots that had been donated to the cause. They were impish fiends and were giving the department in of the smaller wildlife in the facility headache and numerous chewed and bitten fingers. Father Fang arranged to have all them put in a room with Confessoroc. The staff asked if they were being reduced to food but the priest only chuckled and said to wait and see. The plan went forward and soon all one million of the viscous creatures were perched opposite of the massive kaiju that was even larger now, about 3/4th grown and already bigger than Seraphodon by several dozen feet. The staff anxiously waited for the carnage to begin but instead found themselves listening to what sounded like a church hymn. When they peeked inside the vault, the entire flock of the pterosaurs were singing along with the mighty quetzalcoatulus as his booming baritone echoed throughout the facility. After that the ‘confessionets’ as they came to be called, never left Confessoroc’s side and followed his orders much as a choir will heed a preacher.

The arms department were slightly worried about Confessoroc’s offensive abilities and asked to have him tested. Father Fang nodded in approval and soon a gauntlet was arranged for the creature. Faced with inorganic opponents, it was thought that Confessoroc’s linguistic abilities would be useless and he would have to rely on his talons and beak as well as his hurricane whipping wings. It was true for a time, Confessoroc soldiering through the hail of bullets and lasers with apparently little effect. It was noted that he was much more durable than Seraphodon and actually swatted various enemies with his wings with no sign of wear or damage. Eventually he faced something he couldn’t peck or crush, a Victorium assault tank. It was a slow and heavy adversary so the hurricane winds he stirred did nothing to it and its guns would blast him with shearing hot plasma that forced him to keep his distance. Screaming various bible passages at the confounding war machine, Confessoroc eventually gave a shrill and ear splitting screech that seemed to tear the air itself. The air in front of him gathered and then exploded into a piercing lance of sound that with a little adjustment, utterly ruptured the tank and detonated it. Confessoroc crowed in victory with his token ‘ Praise Jesus! ’ battle cry. When the confessionets were allowed to swarm back to him, they swirled in intricate patterns and then set about tearing apart what was left of the tank, bolt by bolt. Father Fang stroked his beard with an amused expression. So destructive harmonics was his ability, it was similar to Bronte’Regina’s but it was much more focused. While Bronte’Regina’s sonic roar was something akin to a shot gun blast or explosive cone of force, Confessoroc’s was like a hunting rifle. It focused on one particular material and then separated the atoms binding it together. The ‘sonic lance’ literally piercing its target from a mile away; while it didn’t have the radius of the sonic roar, or its concussive force, it went through its target like a blow torch through paper and kept going. Later tests on living targets proved…disturbingly effective; especially after having endured the sonic lance and then being hypnotically compelled to devour one another. “Sin eats sin” as Confessoroc stated solemnly afterward.

As all the pieces began to assemble themselves, Father fang mused about what to focus on next. He hadn’t visited the naval department yet. He heard they were having some difficulties dealing with their subject. Perhaps it was time he made another appearance. Besides, if they turned out to be completely incompetent, Confessoroc could simply ‘suggest’ they go take a dive with the same creature they were trying to man handle. As Confessoroc would put it:

“Thy shall not fall to the ways of sin and sloth! For that path leads to pain and damnation! Give thy flesh to the hungry and be thankful. For the sacrifice of one will ensure the salvation of the many! Raise your heads and sing with me children! AHMEN!”

*thousands of confessionets* “AHMEN!”

“AHMEN!”

“AAAAaeeMEN!”

“AAaaaaeeeMEN!”

“ PRAISE JESUS! ”

….It was truly no wonder why Seraphodon was becoming more reclusive then normal.
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Okay, so heres the second major flyer of Heavenly Fang, Confessoroc. His name is a combination of confession (I'm sure we've all heard of that) and roc, which was a legendary bird of middle eastern myth that was so large that it blocked out the sun and ate elephants. Oh, and while on the subject of names, Exorciva was created by combining the word 'exorcist' and 'diva'. Exorcist relates to her mental abilities and their effect on people and diva is another type of angel and relates to her being female as well.

To clear up where Confessoroc got his personality, I can pretty much sum it up in one word: radio. He heard the faculty member's radios and absorbed most of the content along with their individual voices. Confessoroc is pretty much the Showa Rodan of my roster. He's big, he's powerful, and only extreme levels of energy can actually harm him. He could probably pick up a kaiju and drop them into a building if he felt like it. Unlike Showa Rodan he does have at least one long range weapon, a sonic lance that was created due to his ability to focus sound to such a level with his ultra complicated vocal cords that allow him to mimic voices. He can't fly fast enough to create sonic booms but having him pass over head will probably cause gale force winds most of the time. Also unlike Showa Rodan he has his own personal 'choir' in the form of confessionets. These guys sound like you'd imagine a million pterodactyles to sound like if they imitated human speech. High pitched and vaguely creepy. I'll go into more detail about them when I start doing 'minion entries'. That will be around the time I start doing military vehicles and other such nonsense.

Personality wise, he's a lot like those black preachers during sunday mass. He likes to emphasize key praises and when the guy sings, he belts it. 'The preacher' is his main voice that he uses but he can effectively use any sound and talk like anyone he's heard before. It ties into his 'hypno voice' so that he can get his prey to relax. The ramifications of this kind of power is huge but just like the jedi 'suggestion', those with strong wills or psychic ability can withstand it providing he doesn't find a way to break them down or get under their skin first. During a kaiju battle he pretty much plays the role of long range aireal support. Flanking with his confessionet swarm and striking with his sonic lance followed by hit and run tactics. If he can get a kaiju alone, he'll try to have the swarm distract them while he works his hypnosis. If the swarm is taking a beating he'll call them back and pummel his foe from range before closing with his beak, talons, and wings. If his throat gets damaged he can't use his hypno voice until it heals and his sonic lance will be weaker and sporadic with less range. He does have one defensive ability that I didn't mention. Thought I'd save it for his stats pic but I'd rather not forget it. In the Heisei Godzilla comics, fire rodan healed from his battle with Godzilla by absorbing seagulls and various other life forms into himself and using their organic matter to replace his own. Confessoroc can do that with the confessionets, which is another reason why he protects them. They are his extra life line so to speak. Only them though as he needs pterodactyle DNA in order for the process to work.

Whew, only got three more that need bios and the entire rest of the kaijuverse to do after that. I should also start writing the 'first' chapter of my series. The battle with Gayan Ahijit actually comes quite a bit later but before the 'Heavenly Fang' arc. They had to get those kaiju tissue samples from somewhere. Not Gayan specifically. The story order kinda goes like this:

Shimaku vs. Japan and Goreagh
Shimaku vs. the USA and kaiju's I haven't picked yet
Shimaku vs. India and Gayan Ahijit
Shimaku and allies vs. Rome and Heavenly Fang
- - - - Secret Stuff Thats really Awesome! - - - - -

Thats how it looks so far. I just have to write the silly things . Later guys.

-RenDragonClaw