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Ghidorah, the Hydra King of Remnant
It was nightfall when the broken moon shined onto the wilderness. However, the serenity came to an abrupt end as ominous clouds moved, covering the night sky and concealing the moon with lightning flashing about. The trees first swayed violently under the gusts of violent winds when something gigantic cast an enormous shadow over the land. Everything: trees, rocks, and some animals, were then blow violently off the ground when that something hovered close to the ground and then landed onto the forest on all fours. Large sections of the forest that were like twenty football fields put together were crushed as dust clouds of debris surrounded the monster. When they cleared up, they revealed a golden clawed hand with three webbed fingers and four more elongated fingers with skin extended to form a yellow, massive bat-like wing. The hand was about the size of a house with the arm itself as big as the tallest skyscraper. The wing, leathery membrane's size was about as extensive as the Mall of America, making the length of each wing from the shoulder to the wingtip about longer than that of the World Trade Center.
The body had golden, snake-like scales with the chest and underside having segmented dark yellow armor adorned with thighs, the legs, and the feet covered the same way. The feet itself were like eagle talons, but on a much grander scale. Instead of just one serpentine, powerfully muscular neck, the beast had three with the two necks on both ride and left side possessing a row of spines going down but the middle neck has two rows of spines while the left and right necks have one. The necks all end with small draconic heads and each head had a pair of five horns that total together up to large, curved ten horns and a small ridge on top of its head. There was a considerable amount of muscles to the neck other than just being as long as skyscrapers. The middle head's horns are notably straighter and longer than those of its peripheral heads. The titan also had lengthy twin tails with golden scales armed with a mace-like cudgels akin to an Ankylosaurus bristling with retractable, sharp spines. The spines struck outward as the tail shook, rattling with an audible sound that sounded like multiple blades being unsheathed at once.
This was King Ghidorah, the great three-headed hydra-like Titan that was not born of Remnant. Instead, he was from the stars beyond where many millennia ago he fell onto this world and had fought viciously against the Brother Gods of Light and Darkness. He had almost succeeded in killing them and shaping the newfound planet to his own liking until the creation of Mankind and beasts thwarted him at the last moment. The Brothers encased him in both rock and ice, imprisoning the malicious dragon for as long as the planet existed until the climate grew warmer and the polar ice encapsulating him weakened. Also as the ice weakened and the rock decayed, his power grew stronger to the point his earthly prison caved to the great magnanimity of it. He bore the resemblance of Remnant's prehistoric dragons but was a hundred times bigger as he was big as some of the mountains of Remnant.
Another terrifying aspect was the unnatural storms surrounding it. Wherever Ghidorah roamed, hurricanes and galeful storms would emanate from the flap of its mighty, bat-like wings. Chaos, confusion, and terror would follow as lightning would randomly strike anything and anywhere.
Underneath him was a multitude of Grimm bodies that he crushed that slowly disintegrated into nothing. Behind him were small armies of Grimm of every shape and size that he had managed to sway and hypnotize to serve under his will after easily decimating each of their own Alphas and the Elder Grimm that were once their overlords. Thanks to his unnatural presence as an extraterrestrial Alpha Titan, he now commanded hordes of his own Grimm as their eyes and markings were no longer pure crimson, but are as yellow as the lightning around them. In addition, each of them have now been marked with the telltale symbol of the three-headed hydra on their bodies, which symbolized their eternal bondage to the evil Titan.
Ghidorah trekked on with a commanding presence. The Grimm, both land-based and airborne, marched in eerily organized formations in line behind their new King of Darkness and Chaos not unlike that of extensive human armies and so in stark contrast to their usual animalistic mannerisms.
Panicked and angered growls and roars sounded out beneath the shadow of the One Who Is Many. Ghidorah didn't even bother to look down to see the remaining older Grimm species that had managed to resist his spell longer than their younger brethren. They were infuriated and fearful of the unholy draconic power, and the unprecedented elemental energies that roll in waves from his sheer presence alone. But it was his unadulterated evil along with his eternal, bottomless hatred for life on a fundamentally, cosmic scale that terrified them more than anything else, more so than their mistress could ever exude. He could smell their fear as well, which was understandable as they saw their own ilk become quickly torn down and subjugated to an eldritch invader from another world with only a fraction of minimal effort. One that they had no power and way to oppose it beyond their bestial, soulless existence.
Ghidorah's right head grew annoyed to their defiance while the two other heads didn't even care to glance back, in which the hydra's cold indifference to their grievances only drove the surviving Alpha Grimm into a state of madness and fury unprecedented even for a creature of the Grimm as their snarling jaws frothed, and their demeanor turned more and more deranged in their attempted defiance towards the King of Terror. Unfortunately, it incited the Ghidorah-controlled Grimm into frenzied bloodlust as well as they set their own snarling fangs and sharp claws onto their older brethren. The older Grimm no longer knew in their maddened state that they were clawing and mauling their fellow younger siblings as the hydra's evil spirit had taken hold of all of their sensual faculties.
The Alpha Beowolves attacked the packs that they once lead into battle against the Huntsmen. The bigger Goliaths rampaging through the smaller ones as well as tousling against the herd members that have betrayed them under the sway of King Ghidorah. The King Taijitu in violent conflict with their younger indoctrinated counterparts. Beringel wrestling Beringel. So on and so forth with flocks of Nevermores turning into self-destructive clouds of bloodshed and feathery mayhem.
The forests of Forever Fall echoed with the haunting, soul-wrenching sounds of the Grimm tearing their own kind apart and thunder clamoring about while King Ghidorah watched on with wicked amusement as each of their forked tongues flicked sensually with perverse hunger at the thought of what's to come. Remnant being consumed in the blood of millions, both Human and Faunus. The Brother Gods of Darkness and Light finally subjugated, tortured, and humiliated in the unending sea of blood in the barren wasteland of what were once their prized creations that would become the building blocks of recreating Remnant into the very prehistoric, infernal Mars-like world that the hydra once ruled many eons ago.
The middle head's thought processes were brought to a halt as a guttural, angry roar sounded from his left, which stopped the curbstomp among the Grimm. Two hundred miles away from him, stomping hastily through the trees was a Grimm Leviathan. One of the few Elder Grimm that the wyvern-like Titan had not been able to subdue thanks to its ability to swim and find refuge in the water where Ghidorah could not follow. Kaiju-like dolphin Grimm had been summoned by Salem, the Queen of the Grimm, to confront the Fake King of the Grimm and destroy him.
The Leviathan was far from pleased from seeing this Fake King of the Grimm having killed many of its brethren and holding many more underneath its serpentine influence for many years. The anger and ferocity of such hatred was clearly evident that instead of the Leviathan's usual attitude of dominance and confidence, it was replaced with aggressive apprehension and agitation as if somebody had stomped on its tail harshly. The Leviathan's nostrils spouted out hot air as it growled through its sharp rows of teeth while the red light in its many eyes intensified and its clawed hands clenched hard with its chest puffing up.
Ghidorah, however, was completely unfazed by the Leviathan's aggressive posture as not only was he much larger than this Grimm, but it was clearly smaller and inferior to his size and stature. Nonetheless, Ghidorah rattled his twin tails for good measure sounding akin to that of a rattlesnake tail. The left head had its own mouth twist into crooked, mocking grin as it made out a bestial, raspy laughter towards the Leviathan. The right sneered towards the challenger as it was more insulted rather than intimidated by the Leviathan as it next roared angrily at the hydra. Finally, the middle head had its malevolent eyes glow yellow with its throat illuminating with some energy to warn the Leviathan that he is way more than the Leviathan could possibly handle.
Not completely getting the message the evil Titan was trying to tell, the Leviathan pressed on, stomping its webbed feet, slamming its finned tail, and roaring and screeching at the top of its lungs to continue challenging King Ghidorah's authority.
At this point, the three-headed golden drake was not at all impressed with the left head having nothing but disappointment as it frowned with the right head morphing its mouth into a snarl of contempt. The middle head decided that it should go to the next level as the Ghidorah stood upright with its tails now curled upwards towards the storms with its twin cudgels still rattling. He unfurled wide open his massive wings that casted a much darker shadow on the smaller Leviathan. The Leviathan was shocked at first, backing off away from the hydra Kaiju as it even considered retreating for the sake of self-preservation. However, it knew it couldn't disobey Salem's orders as failure was not an option. Backing off any further would cede victory to a monster that has no place in Salem's grand scheme of things. Or any place in Remnant at all.
Not that it mattered to the False King of the Monsters with the middle head screeching in a threatening tone.
The smaller Grimm tensed up as the titans continued to posture. Ghidorah showed no signs of backing down as his stance continued to remain confident and dominant with his wings spread out and lightning lighting up his demonic silhouette. In contrast, the Grimm Leviathan was stomping and roaring around like a madman trying to intimidate the larger and taller hydra to no avail. Never had it been so riled up for its entire life before.
When the kaiju-like Grimm stopped and saw no change in King Ghidorah other than the dragon being half amused, and half annoyed at its display that amounted to a childish temper tantrum.
Growling with its red fins sparking up, the Leviathan was now beyond impatient. Energy built up in its jaws until the Leviathan spat out an orange heat ray. The energy projectile struck, but King Ghidorah covered its chest with its left wing, protecting himself from the offensive stream of energy. The beam didn't even damage the wing membrane. King Ghidorah casually deflected the beam and it crashed into another part of the forest.
The left head had more of a perplexed expression, with the right head having a deadpanned one while the middle head was less than pleased at the Leviathan's defiance. The left and right heads looked to the middle head for its directive with the central head warbling and chirping to them its final decision. All of the three heads then glared spitefully at the Leviathan as enough was enough. That was something both giants agreed upon, but on opposite sides of each other.
The Leviathan let out an angry roar while Ghidorah screamed like wailing, vengeful banshees thirsty for blood as the two picked up steam, charging at each other. Leviathan tried to grapple with its flipper like hands and even attempted to bite one of the hydra's heads, but like a cobra, Ghidorah's serpentine agility and predatory speed coupled with his already towering height and reach of his long necks nullified the charge as all heads struck decisively and quickly at the Grimm's gills, throat, and neck collar closer to its shoulder.
The giant Grimm screeched painfully as Ghidorah's jaw strength punched through flesh and bone, especially with the gills being eviscerated by the dragon's sharp fangs. It struggled in vain as King Ghidorah easily lifted it up off its feet with his powerful, python-like neck muscles. The Leviathan felt the world turn upside down and dark as the bigger False King of the Grimm swung and slammed it face first into the forest. The Grimm was in a precarious and vulnerable position as Ghidorah was in such a domineering position that its brawny arms had no way of reaching the body, let alone the three necks.
Leviathan snarled nonetheless as it continued to struggle against the strength and bigger mass of King Ghidorah while the dragon forced its jaws to sink deeper into the corrupted flesh of the Grimm Leviathan. All of the sudden, the Leviathan felt its nerves and muscles being jolted and fried at the same time as Ghidorah delivered severe electrocuting shocks coursing from the throats, the jaws, and into the Grimm's body.
Ghidorah not only wanted to severely injure the Grimm interloper, it also wanted to torture it. Prolong the Leviathan's suffering into a hellish agony for his own sadistic delight as Ghidorah was clearly addicted to wreaking misery and pain to his enemies, physically and mentally. The harder and longer the Leviathan continued to struggle and thrash in resistance, the more painful and torturous its possible last moments of existence had become as Ghidorah was not only frying its nervous system, but it was sucking the corrupted life blood out of it as red veins pulsed through the hydra's necks. The Death Song of Three Storms was not only biting the smaller Grimm, but it was slowly constricting the life out of it while the left head cackled maliciously at the Leviathan's pitiful struggle.
The Grimm, both hypnotized and non-hypnotized, could only watch in horrified awe and fear as the evil Titan tortured the Kaiju Grimm to a slow death that would make being sliced and shot by Huntsmen more merciful than this.
After the Leviathan Grimm's thrashing movements slowed down to a point that they stopped, Ghidorah released the unconscious Kaiju-like Grimm as it now slumped onto the charred battlefield. Ghidorah placed its clawed, dinosaur-like foot onto damaged fin and back of the Leviathan as it then let out cackling demented shrills and screeches that echoed throughout Remnant for all to hear with storms transforming into more violent ones with lightning more prominent and ominous.
Meanwhile in the Grimmlands...
The shattering of wine glass resounded loudly throughout the desolate landscape of Grimm pools from the wicked, castle fortress that was Salem's home. Arthur Watts, Hazel, and Tyrian Callows, the Scorpion Faunus, were rendered horribly shocked and aghast at how the Grimm Leviathan, supposedly one of their mistress' strongest trump cards, was easily defeated and subjugated by the cosmic three-headed invader from the stars in a one-sided, brutal curbstomp. The Leviathan had no chance at all in challenging King Ghidorah. They witnessed all through the mental projection via the jellyfish-like Grimm Seer. The mental screen was interrupted when they heard glass being shattered coming from the throne room where Salem was where she had concentrated her mental and magical powers of foresight through the Grimm Leviathan. Her veins were more visible than what was healthily possible even for a evil witch queen like her as the vicious curbstomp by Ghidorah quickly took a toll on her. The surge of offensive power that overwhelmed the Leviathan proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back for her when the Ghidorah's supernatural electrical attack also struck her brain, frying her neurons in the process.
"Mistress Salem?!" Tyrian shouted, deathly afraid of what had just happened to his precious Queen, especially when she was slumping and tumbling out of her throne chair.
"Your Highness!" shouted an exasperated Hazel Reinhart as he was the first to rush to her side after she collapsed into a coma.
Tyrian wasted no time tending to his mistress while Watts remained transfixed onto the mental live feed of Ghidorah standing proudly, towering over the Grimm that now bowed to their new King.
"Who are you truly?" Watts said of the three-headed dragon with fearful curiosity as he thought what this could ultimately mean for Salem and their plans for domination.
In Ozpin's office built into Beacon Academy, the gray-haired, green-scarf Headmaster with his distinctive eye spectacles was not much better as his favorite coffee mug was long gone with all of its contents spilled out onto the floor next to his desk.
He was sweating bullets with his instincts all screaming red flags mentally in his head as he was witnessing the same thing on his Scroll thanks to Qrow recording the apocalyptic nature of Ghidorah from a different angle in spite of the questionable quality of the video feed due to the storms and hurricanes coloring the dragon's reinforcement of his position as the Alpha species.
Ozpin's trembling hand slowly clenched into a shaking fist as unspeakable fear threatened to consume him.
End of Omake 2