Ghidorah has tormented and toyed with the lives of others for damn near his entire existence. He always took great pleasure in drawing out the deaths of those who dared to stand against him, in forcing submission onto them as he ripped them limb from limb. Savoring their cries of pain before ending their torment in brutal fashion. The deaths of the defiant were always particularly satisfying, his favorite in fact.

But this...

Having this half-life on the ground before him, helpless and bleeding, was the single most gratifying thing he's ever seen. It definitely made the disgusting act of pretending to forgive him, pretending to be interested, well worth it.

He can kill this bastard right now. It would be so easy, especially since his Gravity Beam did its job in stunning the cyborg. But he doesn't, not yet.

No, he made a promise to himself and the half-life that he was going to make him suffer for daring to subjugate him, for daring to use him in ways he was never meant to be used. Ghidorah has been mind-controlled before, more than he's comfortable admitting, yet he never felt such intense vitriol towards the culprits as he does now. Don't get him wrong, every race that dared to enslave him has paid the ultimate price at his claws. But there's something truly special here.

This half-life has been the WORST 'master' he's EVER had and carrying out the torture will be particularly cathartic after all the horrific bullshit he's been through. So he doesn't deal the finishing blow and instead, he savored the sight of the cyborg twitching and shrieking. Waiting for the creature to gain some semblance of awareness before he acts further.

Soon, the screaming quieted down, another spark coming from the half-life's neck as he laid there, breaths heavy. His voice was strained, as he hissed between gasps. "Do you know... how long it's going to take... to regrow that?"

...!

What? He glanced down at the severed tendril he had ripped apart and crushed into the ground. This half-life can regenerate? To what extent? His surprise must've been obvious on his faces, as the blue kaiju lets out a forced chuckle.

"If it's any consolation, babe..." he spoke in that stupid amused voice as his breathing begins to calm. "That hurt like hell..."

Ghidorah lets out a short growl before his own contemptuous smirks grew on his snouts. "Funny how you think I'll give you the chance to regrow anything." As he spoke, his eyes moved down the cyborg's tail to the very end. He stepped forward, planting a foot onto where the metal plating came to a stop. There was no resistance; the half-life was incapable of resistance and yet that stupid grin was not leaving his face.

"You love threatening me with a good time, doncha, Ghiddy?"

This time, Ghidorah said nothing as he lowered his left head to clamp his teeth under the stinger where the flesh met metal. He felt the trickle of blood onto his tongue and that encouraged him to pull back forcefully, his foot keeping the rest of the tail planted in place. He heard a stifled grunt from the half-life, heard the skin starting to tear. He gave another tug, then another until the muscles tore and the half-life began to scream again. Despite it's unpleasant metallic grating, that scream was music to his ears and with another tug, he ripped off the stinger from the rest of the tail.

Silver blood squirted from the injured tail tip, and Ghidorah could feel the severed stinger thrash about in his mouth as if it were its own separate organism struggling to get free. He heard the clicking sounds coming from it and he saw the blades opening and closing with the spasms. Oh, that's actually perfect...

"Will you be regrowing this too?" Ghidorah hissed tauntingly after waiting for the half-life to stop screaming. He doesn't remove his foot from the cyborg's tail, his glare traveling up its length to the bloodied mess left between this creature's legs. He gave his victim a moment to breathe before moving slowly, deliberately. He wanted the half-life to know exactly what was about to happen.

With the stinger still in his jaws, he moved it towards the cyborg's groin. His middle set of eyes glare hard at the half-life's face, seeing the slight widening of that visor. Good, he knew...

He waited, both to draw out the fearful anticipation and for the stinger's spastic movements to close those blades again...

"... Babe..." it was a soft whisper but he heard it nonetheless.

"What's wrong?" Ghidorah growled at him with further mockery in his tone. "Is this not how mating is done?"

"... I'm sorry."

Hearing that, the hydra shoved the stinger into the half-life's injured slit as far as he could, letting those blades tear into the blue kaiju's flesh. The screams start up again, his voice getting noticeably more raspy and hoarse. Ghidorah can just imagine the stinger's blades extending and closing, slicing through whatever flesh that got in its way.

How does it feel, half-life, to be on the receiving end this time? Shame the cyborg didn't seem to have any brains to damage as his has been, but the dragon will take what he can get.

As the screeching began dying down again, Ghidorah began to pull the stinger back slowly, very slowly, testing it and waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.

Only when he felt the increased resistance of the stinger catching onto flesh did he know that it's fully extended and with that, he violently tore it out of the cyborg's body. The half-life couldn't even cry out this time, choked from the pain. His claws were trembling again and his movements were weak as he pushed himself to his side and curled into a ball with his tail between his legs. Oh, he's starting to regain his ability to move? A bit too late for that, isn't it? Such a shame.

The metal blades of the stinger were coated in blood and flesh and the dragon threw the severed weapon to the ground in front of his victim's face.

There was no words spoken between them, as Ghidorah watched the cyborg begin to lurch and heave. Fluid escaped from his beak as he vomits a mess all over himself and the ground, bringing him into a coughing fit before going limp. His visor began to dim, and there were no longer sparks escaping his victim's neck. Even the trembling has stopped.

Dead already?

No, thankfully. His crests told him as much. What little lifeforce this idiot had was still intact; his prey was merely unconscious. Not the first time he had a victim faint from the pain. No matter, Ghidorah was a patient dragon and he will wait for this creature to wake up so the torture can resume.

He still had a few ideas to try after all.

He can't see.

But he was aware.

He was aware of the terrible pain that plagued his body, so intense that he couldn't even scream. He was aware of every second his own tail was used against him, every second his flesh was gouged and violated. He was well aware of the pure irony with which Ghidorah was choosing to enact his vengeance.

If it was done on anyone other than him, he'd be all for it. But alas...

The power-source from which his mechanical parts drew energy has been damaged by his own tail, not even mentioning what became of his organic parts down there. The same power-source that allowed for his vision, his flight, his lasers... Gone. He's never had this happen to him before, but hopefully, it could be repaired if he ever managed to get out of this situation.

What went so wrong? With the gift of hind-sight, it now seemed so obvious that death would've de-activated that mind-control chip. If he had known, he would've turned it back on the second Ghidorah regained consciousness. But he didn't, and now he was suffering the consequences. All because he made a mistake.

He has never felt such horrific pain in his entire life. His visor was dark to the outside world, but his organic senses remained intact. He can still hear and feel. He can feel the trembling of the ground as the dragon moved around him. He can feel himself being pushed onto his back and he felt teeth close onto his throat.

A groan escaped him as the dragon picked him up and he tried to move a claw to swipe him off.

His attempt was far too weak and his claw only slides off those scales. Ghidorah was undeterred by Gigan's growing mobility and the cyborg felt stone on his back as he's dropped.

The jolt kick-starts his system and he saw the report flash onto his visor from the darkness. It told him to stay calm (BITCH, he IS calm!) and that the back-up generator was becoming active now, and his vision slowly returned. It wasn't as clear as it usually would be, but it was enough that he could see the dragon standing over him, one head nudging his left claw out to the side. The other two heads were glaring at him, those jaws slowly parting. He saw the glow in those throats and he inwardly braced himself...

But the Gravity Beam was not for him and instead struck a large boulder nearby. The massive stone began to levitate and the dragon brought it over him. Was the dragon intending to crush him under it, as if he were nothing more than a mere insect? He felt his muscles tense to brace themselves once more but dragon didn't drop the stone on him and instead placed it onto his claw.

Oh...

He's going to weigh him down. Pin him to the ground to do... whatever else this hydra could think of doing. The rest of his system was still rebooting his weaponry; it was so slow as his internal generator was only ever meant for emergencies and can only put out so much energy at a time. His organic body was still recovering from the trauma, rushing to stop itself from bleeding out. The nano-metal in his bloodstream ought to be able to help the clotting process, but what of his ranged weaponry? His flight system?

He needed to stall, just long enough for him to defend himself properly.

"Ghidorah, babe..." he started, his voice hoarse and with a stronger mechanical edge than usual. He could see the side-glare directed at him, as the dragon's right head began nudging his other claw out to the side. Gigan tried to move his claw back, only for the dragon to step onto it with a snarl. The cyborg laid still for a moment, watching him, before lowering his voice. "I'm sorry..."

The dragon narrowed his eyes at him, not responding at first as two of his heads Gravity Beamed another boulder. He took it closer, as the third head hissed at him. "For what?"

Why does he always ask that? Isn't 'sorry' enough? Damn ungrateful bitch. But he doesn't speak those words, the pain and boulder reminding him to tread carefully. What even did Ghidorah want to hear? He tried apologizing so many times for so many things but it never worked. But he continued anyway, anything to buy more time.

"For hurting you... For trying to control you..." he choked out between breaths. "I didn't have a choice."

At once, Ghidorah kicked his face with his other foot. His claws instinctively tried to move, but couldn't. He tasted blood in his mouth; pretty sure he bit his tongue there. Fuck.

"How dare you try to feed me that bullshit," the hydra hissed. "Didn't have a choice, you say? I gave you plenty of chances to LEAVE. ME. ALONE. It was YOU that did this-" He dropped the boulder on Gigan's other claw, this time with forceful emphasis that made him wince. "So I don't want to hear another 'sorry' from you."

"I wouldn't have had to do any of this, if you just gave me a fuckin' chance in the first place..." Gigan retorted. "I don't want to leave you... You were the first thing I ever wanted in my life, the only thing I ever wanted and you kept pushing me away!" His throat really was hurting like hell, but he continued nonetheless. "All you had to do was accept my apology and give me a chance, but you didn't. You expect me to just give up on you? You gave me no other choice than to take you by force. This is YOU, not me."

Ghidorah was definitely not entertaining anything that he had to say, as he leaned his middle head closer to his face. "How about you understand, no. Means. NO. I'm NOT interested and I never will be. You failing to accept that is what brought you here. Now shut up." He pulled his face away, his tails swaying as he turned away and began nudging his legs apart.

That hurt, that hurt a lot and he had to stifle yet another cry of pain. Keep it together. It's almost done, almost over. His flight abilities have come back online. Keep stalling.

"Or maybe you don't realize that 'No'..." Gigan forced out a bitter chuckle. "... is just a 'yes' waiting to happen, usually after screaming my name." He ignored the sneer he was given as another breathy chuckle escaped him. "You know how many times I hear 'no'? If I heeded them, I wouldn't have any fun. And don't act as though you've never ignored the 'no's given to you, either. How many times have you turned a deaf ear to your victims? I imagine a lot?"

"As if that's comparable," Ghidorah growled, still stubborn as always.

"Oh, I think it's very comparable. You take pleasure in their deaths, don't you? They plea with you to stop, shouting 'no' at the top of their lungs, and do you heed them? Or do you take what you want from them? That being your own pleasure? Yet here you are, unable to stand the taste of your own medicine."

Ghidorah was shaking his head, his irritation clearly getting stronger. "Unlike you, I actually have a purpose in what I do, one that's for the greater good," the dragon hissed. "The fact you think that we're the same is-"

"Nah, you really are just like me, babe," he interrupted. "Whatever bullshit purpose you had is just that: bullshit that your creators planted in you to make it all seem better than it is. My Masters did the same, y'know. Telling me I'm fighting for 'peace' when we all know the reality of things. So tell yourself all you want that you have some greater good in mind, but we all know you chase the death of others because it makes you feel good, doesn't it? Where does the torture part come into play in this grand scheme of yours, huh? Or is that just something you add in for the shits and giggles?"

He snorted, rechecking his system's status report. Almost done, his weaponry was at 90% efficiency. Keep stalling.

"At least I'm not lying to anyone here. I do what I want without some bullshit excuse beyond, 'it feels good'. I do what I want because I want to, and I pursued you over everyone else because I wanted you. I wanted to have that happy mate bond everyone loves so damn much, and you were the only one that was ever good enough for me."

At this point, he was just talking to himself. "I had nothing left. My body was gone, my career was gone. All I had left to think about was YOU. I distracted myself from you long enough. You think mating these other bitches, pretending they were you, would be good enough forever? Of course I went after you, devoted my life to having you. We could've been happy together..."

His system gave him the alert that everything was back in working order, but he continued to feign helplessness as he lifted his head to look at the dragon. The dragon was awfully quiet and maybe he was getting through to him...? "There was so much for us, destroying worlds together. We could've been unstoppable. I could've given you anything." He doesn't break eye-contact with the hydra. "I can still give you everything, if you just give me a real chance."

"I want nothing," Ghidorah snarled through his teeth, those intense, beautiful eyes glaring into him. "Other than to be rid of you. Once and for all." His middle head opened his jaws again, this time with the clear intent to Gravity Beam him once more. To shut him up. But Gigan doesn't falter, a smirk growing on his beak. Figured this stubborn asshole couldn't handle the truth.

As Ghidorah lunged down to bite, his visor glowed and he blasted his Cluster Beam right in the dragon's face. Upon impact, the beam scattered over the entirety of the hydra's upper body, blanketing him in explosions. The dragon stumbled back and Gigan took the opportunity to blast the boulders holding down his claws. The explosion whipped up a cloud of dust and rubble rained down on them.

The adrenaline started pumping from his racing heart, the pain pushed to the back of his mind as he shakily pushed himself up onto his feet. His legs shook a bit, almost giving out, and his tail had to brace onto the ground to stabilize him. But despite this weakness, he was ready.

He met the dragon's glare with his own, his claws lifting in front of him in preparation for the fight that was about to occur. The stand-off between them was silent and intense, neither of them moving a muscle. His eye was set on the middle head; just one strike was all he needed. Ghidorah seemed to be aware of this, as he kept the middle head held higher than the others as if to keep it out of reach. But the dragon wasn't fleeing.

Gigan wasn't fleeing either. His sense of self-preservation was always very powerful and his emergency generator was ill-suited for a drawn-out battle. It really would be the wise move to run and seek to repair himself, but he disregarded those instincts. He knew Ghidorah will only chase him down anyway; he won't be getting far at all. Re-activating that mind-control chip was his only real chance of survival.

Should that fail, he was more than willing to take this asshole down with him.

Because if he can't have Ghidorah, then nobody can.