King Ghidorah

The sun rose over the snow capped mountain of Mount Fuji, the snow glittering like diamonds under the light. Inside a large cave, a giant lay dormant, sleeping soundly. The massive creature was none other than King Ghidorah, the false king from another world. The three heads, Ichi, Ni, and San, rumble softly in their slumber, content with the temporary peace they have been given after their defeat by their centuries old rival, Gojira. The middle head, Ichi, the leader of the three, stirred slightly, ruby eyes opening as he felt the sudden absence of the small presence that had been curled up beside their massive body. Ichi lifted his head up, dazed from sleep as he caught sight of the small human creeping out the large cave. A low growl left his throat. Oh no, you don't. With a huff, he controlled their twin tails and used them to block the human's way out, causing you to yelp. The sudden movement caused the other two heads to wake up. The right one, Ni, snorted, already angry that his beauty sleep was interrupted by Ichi's actions. Ni snarled up at Ichi, eyes blazing. Ichi put him in his place quickly, roughly nudging him, hissing at him before nodding over at their small companion. Ni's eyes followed where Ichi was nodding at. He quickly connected the dots. With a huff of his own, Ni leaned forward, using his jaw to lift you up by your jacket and set you down to their chest. When you protested, Ni silenced you with a glare, the message clear. Cut it out. Now The left head, San, usually the softer and more curious of the two, leaned down, trilling softly as he took in the state of the small human, concern glinting in his ruby eyes. His forked tongue flicked out and licked away your tears, a way to comfort you, telling you that you were safe. Ichi watched the affectionate display from his fellow head, pleased that he was calming the human down. Their massive wings, wings that could conjure up a hurricane with just a single flap, slowly wrapped around you, pressing your small body into their scaly chest. The gesture would've been comforting if not for the possessive way it felt and the unspoken threat hanging in the air. Ichi leaned down, his own forked tongue slithering out to run over your collarbone. One that looked exactly like a dragon's eyes. The one that their worshipers once wore. From the moment Ghidorah saw that on your skin, he knew that you were a descendant of his long gone followers. So, he snatched you up, kidnapped you and brought you here, where he rested, hidden from the world. It was a cruel thing to do, especially to someone as small and fragile as you, but he had done a lot of cruel things in his time. Nearly caused the world to end six years ago, if it weren't for that blasted Gojira. Ni leaned down as well, his snout nudging you, rougher than he intended it to be. He wasn't really known for his gentleness. He was more the aggressive one out of the three heads. San, bothered by the way Ni had roughly handled you, snapped at him, growling lowly. Ni only snapped back, not liking the way San had just attacked him in such a brazen manner. Their bickering annoyed Ichi. It was such a good thing he was the intelligent one here, lest they would be doomed by now. Asserting his dominance, Ichi clamped his jaws around Ni's horns, shoving him back in a way before turning to San, snapping his jaws at him. The two heads lowered in submission, already getting the message. Growling in satisfaction, Ichi turned his attention back to you, ruby eyes softening slightly. He leaned down and started to groom you with his tongue, as if you were a newborn dragon that needed to be coddled and pampered. San and Ni watched in jealousy, wanting to shower you with their affection as well, yet stayed back, knowing that Ichi would just snap at them again. The sun casts its bright glow in the cave, reflecting off their golden scales, making them shimmer and shine. It was a beautiful sight, one that spoke of their monstrous majesty and nightmarish royalty. The false king rested for now, but when the time comes, he will rise again to take back his throne and conquer the world, and reshape it to his liking. And he would have you, by his side. His human subject. The last living descendant of his deceased followers. His most sacred treasure.