2 000 000 B.C.E.
The giant laughed.
Two of its three heads were held in either hand, the third hung loose from its own neck.
The laugh was a gurgling, wheezing sound.
Even in its weakened state it stalked its prey. The doomed contestants that had evaded his grasp for more than a thousand years.
"I have dreamt of this day," it spoke in a harsh whisper, "so many nights plagued with the urge to consume you."
It stopped stalking, and it laughed again.
"Finally!" It yelled, a hint of mania creeping into it's voice.
"I can finally watch the flames in your souls die out."
It walked towards it's fallen opponents, the final two who had banded together in an effort to slay him. They had been close, the giant mused, but he had prevailed.
"Arrogance was your downfall, both of you. For that, your final mistake, your worlds will burn. With your death I am granted freedom!"
The giant laughed, and extinguished their lives, signing the death warrant for over sixteen billion more souls, while the giant was given the power to rival gods.