Before I begin this story, I want to say this to one of my commentators who wanted me do to more explicit material and have Haruo, Miana, Maina, and Yuko do a foursome. Here is my response: No. I am not going to do that. I do not feel comfortable writing material such Lemons and the like. Why, you may ask? Two words: Artistic. Integrity. I hope you can understand.
Shock. Confusion. Anger. Rage. All of these emotions ran through his mind. In the cold, black surrounding of the Void, Ghidorah seethed in his thoughts, angered by the notion he was defeated by such a lesser beast as- oh, what did that useless waste of a bishop Metphies call him? Godzilla, was it? How could he be defeated by something as lowly and as primitive as Godzilla?
It was he who spared the fools of Exifcalus after he wiped their pathetic sphere of a world because, out of all the worlds he sucked dry of life, they were the ones who held the most potential. Or, at least, what remotely passed for potential. So how was it, that of all the planets' life force he failed to acquire, it was a primitive, blue hunk of rock like Earth?
More importantly, why did he think someone as incompetent as Metphies could serve as his anchor? He couldn't do one simple task: serve as his anchor and don't let anyone destroy the talisman meant to keep him in between two dimensional planes. But no, he had to get close to that insect Haruo.
His anger reaching boiling point, Ghidorah roared, his ethereal, dragon-like body sending out crackling Gravity Bolts throughout the Void. As soon as his anger subsided, the Golden King began to contemplate the past events. Yes, he was himself a fool for letting Metphies carry out the task of being his herald, but then again, the entire Exif race were fools for believing he would make martyrs out of them. They were insects; pawns to serve for a greater end. Endurph, Metphies, all of them, nothing more than tools that could be easily molded and bent to do carry out his whim only to be tossed aside. This failure was, in itself, just a learning experience.
Besides, there was that one human Metphies was so fond of, he would probably prove very useful. One slip-up, one step out of line, and he would return from the Void, this time in full. And the moment he did, he wouldn't just suck the planet dry, he would shatter it into dust left floating in the vacuum of space. Though it would be after he tore their precious Godzilla asunder. What that beast defeated was just him at a mere fraction of his true power. And even if things didn't go his way, it didn't matter to him. He could just find another race to convince he was their deity of salvation much like he did to the Exif.
With his thoughts content, Ghidorah tucked in his three heads, his twin tails, and wrapped his vast wings around his body and slipped into a deep slumber. He could wait. He had all the time in the universe to wait.