SURPRISE! ANOTHER CHAPTER! This was actually one of the first chapters I started with when crafting this story, so I've been waiting for the chance to finally put this one in. It's a short one but I hope you enjoy!

Ch. 4 The King of Terror Is Coming

Blackness. Utter darkness.

That was all that he could see amidst all the stars within the endless vacuum. It didn't matter. They were all to be destroyed anyway. Alone and vengeful, the bringer of death flew across the bowels of space, manipulating gravity to his desires. Countless numbers of planets once full of life had been reduced to ashes and dust and reformed into new desolate planets. He flew by his creations. He hungered for fear, for the spread of terror across the minds of insolent little insects that called themselves people or the superior race. He came across many: Xiliens, Mysterians, Xenomorphs, Nebula Space Hunters, Garagoa, Homs; there were too many to count. The majority of their civilizations, advanced or primitive, were wiped clean out of existence. He wasn't called the King of Terror for nothing.

In these moments of solitude, he would let his feelings of emptiness vent his rage and prepare himself for the bloody onslaught that he would feed on.

But this time was different. This time, flashbacks of his life in ancient times materialized in his mind. What the living hell was this!? He could remember a time when he wasn't like the devil he is now, but was instead a protector. No… wait, was I…? He saw flashes of his planet, a lush and colorful place much like ours only with creatures like him. But these flashes led to the memory of judgment day, when those bugs -them… -invaded their planet and brought with them a powerful creature, a horned demonic brown single-headed dragon with blood-red wings. You… He and his now deceased brother were in their primitive forms back then, but they were able to repel this beast out into space. The two had fought valiantly against the beast and ended up defeating it. But then they looked back. Their planet had changed from the plentiful –NO- to the desolate. The alien race took off with what remained of the beast, but he had followed. He remembered the alien ship's futile attempts to stop him and how he destroyed the planet it called home, thus becoming the King of Terror, a title he grew to love as insanity took over his 3 minds.

And then gone.

Gone were the flashbacks that coursed through his mind in mere seconds. And left was a shaken dragon. Why now? Why!? Has the mere concept of a fallen brother lowered me, the King of Terror, to such a disappointing state?

And then a new image appeared… or returned, almost as if linked to his flashbacks. An image of something powerful, something that haunted his nightmares ever since that day… when he had been beaten back for the very first time in all his life.

Now, vengeance stirred in his mind, or 3 minds for that matter. His target was a planet that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not destroy. Every time, his goal had been halted by that repulsive lizard. That mutated dinosaur that DARED to challenge him. He couldn't stand the fact that this pathetic creature had been labeled among those primitive life forms as the King of the Monsters, a title that he himself used to hold. In fact, he could never understand why that mutated lizard was even given that title: that lizard required help every time he fought him!

But back then, he had yet to fully mature. Now, he was ready. Now, his brother was gone, killed by this so-called King, or so he believed. Now he would make sure that Godzilla would rue the very day he stood against his might. For he was King Ghidorah, the three-headed King of evil, and this time, the pathetic planet those humans called "Earth" would tremble before his might as he destroys their so called King of the Monsters. And this time, none of that lizard's pathetic minions he called "friends" were going save him. Oh not this time.

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Asteroids were surrounding him now. Oh, SO CLOSE, he thought. He could just taste the blood of the King of the Monsters. He was in the asteroid field, after having passed Saturn and Jupiter. His thoughts were interrupted upon the sight of what he believed to be humanity's futile attempt in delaying the inevitable. The light from the sun gleamed off of the metal surface of the machine that wished to halt him. His eyes made out the shape of a humanoid figure, with colors of red, blue, and orange all about it. For a split second, the memory of a fighter known as Zone Fighter popped in his 3 minds, yet he didn't understand how he knew about this fighter. He never fought him before, yet… for some reason, he felt like he did. Probably when he had been controlled in the past. Yeah, that must have been it. No matter, this wasn't whatever Zone Fighter was. It was Jet Jaguar; at least, so he heard from Gigan. Funny, that alien cyborg hasn't been seen lately. He was a very reliable ally, especially when he stepped in command for him when the sudden release from the mind control made him drowsy and slow... His 3 heads returned to the matter at hand, cackling at this pathetic waste of scrap metal in front of him. THIS was Earth's defense against him? How pathetic. And oh, he was going to enjoy torturing this appetizer.

Jet Jaguar stared into the 6 eyes of the devil. This was it. His creator's dying message 30 years ago, to fight off the golden dragon if it ever decided to show its faces ever again. Granted, he had been a rogue robot, but he knew how to survive in space (shame he completely missed the threat of Spacegodzilla, though being on the opposite side of the solar system may have caused that one), long enough to finally meet with the 3 headed terror. And now, it was time to end it!

The robotic warrior hurtled an asteroid straight into the King of Terror, only for it to float off harmlessly. His lips curled, the King of Terror fired his gravity bolts: pure beams of gravity with the behavior of electricity. The fatal beams singed across the metal, devastating all of the wires and circuits within, and throwing Jet Jaguar into the abyss. One wave of gravity beams and the machine was already sent reeling, thought King Ghidorah. This was almost just too easy. Another beam blasted off Jet Jaguar's right arm, piercing straight through the shoulder socket and revealing protruding wires. If it weren't for Jet Jaguar's rigid metal smile, he would show ghastly horror, heightened by the malicious cackling of his foe, a cackle that disobeyed the laws of physics and could be heard across the vacuum of space. Have his insides really lost their stability so quickly, and so effortlessly? But as the golden dragon watched the arm float off weightlessly, the machine suddenly started to glow in a strange light and… was shrinking? The King of Terror could not believe his eyes, let alone fathom the reasons for this action. He was now human size of all things! It became clear to him once he fired his gravity beams why Jet Jaguar did this: he couldn't focus his gravity beams onto such a small target!

The King of Terror groaned in annoyance as he wildly fired his gravity beams, but to no avail. Jet Jaguar constantly dodged every single one of them! Asteroid upon asteroid were blown to bits, the fragments hurtling their way past the valiant robot. Before Ghidorah could attempt a countermeasure, the robotic savior transformed back to his previous size, and was upon him! The robotic warrior kicked the dragon's heads aside and, with only one arm, karate chopped the side of Ghidorah's middle neck, before grabbing it and hurling the dragon into another asteroid with all his might. Good thing there's no weight in space, otherwise that maneuver would not have worked! He lunged towards the devil, already prepared to do another karate chop. But his surprise was incredibly short lived, as King Ghidorah, already tired of this charade, clasped his right jaw onto Jet Jaguar's remaining arm as the machine prepared another karate chop and effortlessly ripped it clean out of the frail body. Then, bending gravity to his will, the dragon reeled back and slammed both of his feet into Jet Jaguar's chest, causing the machine to spiral backwards, crashing into an asteroid the size of Ghidorah himself. And with that, King Ghidorah ignored the broken machine and continued his course. The robotic warrior tried to follow in pursuit, but the damage had been done. He was beyond repair… his mission failed… his systems were starting to power down. Jet Jaguar was soon to be no more, as he drifted aimlessly into the direction of Earth. If only he could protect his friends down on Earth…

…

Now the blue and green planet was in plain sight. All three heads grinned with malice; each eye gleamed with devilish glee. The time for vengeance was about to begin. Soon, his brother Grand King Ghidorah will be avenged… and then he, the King of Terror, will become the true King of the Monsters!

Soon… very soon.

And then he saw what had followed him from behind… or at least attempted to. The lifeless corpse of the robot he had fought earlier. A perfect warning for the pathetic life forms on Earth.

End of Chapter

Yay, a cameo for Jet Jaguar… honestly I considered cutting him out since I didn't think he added that much to the story, but I decided to keep him in for all you Jet Jaguar fans out there (as I too am a Jet Jaguar fan… despite the grim fate I gave him).