Cretaceous Ghidorah

Space.

It was so lonely, cold, filled with cold, lifeless rocks called planets. They were in swirling torrents of stars light. However, it was like an undetonated bomb. You would never know when something would go boom. Ghidorah loved it.

The only problem was the life of other creatures. It was annoying, and it always would drag you around like you were carrying a planet on your back. It would nag and throw fits that would finally make you do something stupid and get yourself killed. Ghidorah had learned that along time ago, on her own planet. But he had made everyone cower in fear. Many people were afraid of death. And now, Ghidorah had enjoyed killing. It was the only thing that made life fun. And now, it was what kept him alive.

Now, he set his sights on a small blue planet. It was covered in water, which was perfect for living. Plants, which went to animals, and then you had a whole chain of steel keeping you locked to what life wanted you to be.

Ghidorah had seen horrible planets covered in things crawling and flying and walking and, well… living. But this planet… it was disgusting. So much energy flowed around something that was living in every inch on the planet, and into the ground itself. But that would make it all more fun in killing.

The more Ghidorah thought about it, the more his scales itched. He would have the most energy he had ever had in years, and would enjoy watching everything die.

Ghidorah stretched out his wings, lightning crackling through them. The sound couldn't be heard in space, but it would have echoed for miles.

All of his heads grew an ugly, evil, toothy grin on their faces, and he dove in like a falcon towards the planet. The planet we call… Earth.