No POV

On the dark side of the moon, we can barely see a hulking shape shift in its deep slumber. Three pairs of blood red eyes opened, brimming with rage. The three draconic heads rise up and each let out a furious roar. Sending shockwaves through space. The roar is heard on Earth, though only by the supernatural. Every supernatural entity that survived the Great War pales when they here the hellish roar. In Hell, Sirzechs drops a pencil he was using to write a letter. In wherever the Fallen Angels reside :p, Azazel drops an Artificial Sacred Gear Gauntlet he's working on. In Heaven, Michael pales and looks up at the sky, just barely seeing a glittering gold comet streak through the sky. Despite their differences, one clear thought echoes through their mind.

"It has awakened. The Golden Terror. King Ghidorah."

Stratosphere

Ghidorah POV

It's been awhile since I've come to Earth. I sensed Ddraiga's energy's signature, so I wonder if she's found a new host. One that has caught my interest. I close my eyes and a bright glow envelops me. I know that I glow when it transform, because Ddraiga and Albiona told me when they were teaching me how to take a human form. I growl at the sad memories and push them away. I aim my body towards a seemingly abandoned forest. I impact with the ground sending chunks of dirt, giant boulders and trees flying off into the air.

I fold my glittering golden wings and let them disappear too. I stand up and look around, seeing a lake quite a distance away. I crouch before jumping at extreme heights, soaring through the air before landing in front of the calm lake. I look down at my reflection to see what clothes I got this time.

"Interesting."

I muse, before I see several bright glows shine behind me. I turn around and sure enough it shy leaders of the Three Factions. I let out a calm smile.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. All Three Faction leaders stand before me."

"Greetings, Golden King of Terror. Why have you returned?"

"I seek the wielders of Ddraiga and Albiona. Firstly, because I am particularly interested in their choices, and I want to reunite with them. Try to stop me and you'll have a massacre of the supernatural with the likeliness of the Great War."

A light spear flies towards my face. Not fast enough. My hand instantly snatches out of the air. I stare at the spear, before looking up, seeing Kokabiel flying above us. He cackles.

"Finally! All the Leaders of the Factions right where I want them. And even the Golden King of Terror! Fallen Angels, attack!"

Several hundred winged men and women rise from the forest. I look up at them all and start to laugh. I laugh so hard that it unnerves the Fallen Angels above me. One incredibly stupid one yells,

"Why are you laughing? You are crazy?! We are the perfect beings, like our great Kokabiel says. Dragons are-"

He is silenced as I jump at him and sever his soul from his body. His soulless body falls into the forest below. I can only this do to inferior beings. Creatures like Gojira and other Kaiju and dragons are immune to this ability.

His purple soul floats above my hand, before I open my mouth and swallow it. I gag, as the soul tastes like rotten fruit.

"Bleh! Are all Fallen Angel souls that foul? I also or don't want to kill you all, but you insulted dragons. Some, yes, are inferior. But there are many that would crush you underfoot."

"Y-you ate his...... SOUL?!?!!"

"Why yes dear Fallen Angel. And I must say, your souls taste like rotten fruit that has been stomped on several times."

The Fallen Angels grow fearful, some backing away from me. But Kokabiel, being the dumbass he is, says:

"Don't back away you fools! He's only one entity against a several hundreds! AAAATAAAACCKKK!!!"

I smile. Watching as they foolish Fallen charge me. And as they come, I hear one thought go through my head.

"Let the slaughter... BEGIN."